Pregnant For My Bully
Chapter 61

I lay on my bed still seething. What I needed right now was alcohol. Lots and lots of alcohol.

I was fed up with dad. This was the height of it all. Well, f**k dad and f**k Ashley. F**k this shithole and all these f*****g servants.

I checked the time. It was 8pm. I needed to get out of here. I couldn't stand being in the same house with those two.

Frankly speaking, I hated being around here ever since mom died. Everything in this house was irritating to me. Dad had only made it worse when he started to bring in all these women.

I thought of where to go.There was a a party at Greg's tonight. I could go for that. There'd be pot, alcohol and lots of girls. Just what I needed.

Making up my mind, I flung out a t-shirt, a leather jacket and a pair of jeans to wear out of my closet. Grabbing a pair of combat boots out off my shoe rack, I placed them on the floor, close to my bed. My mind wandered as finally landed on Amelia Forbes. It'd been almost a week since I'd seen her in school.

Maybe she had finally taken my advice and decided to jump off a cliff. I smiled at that thought.

The only annoying thing about it was that it put the project on hold. And I couldn't afford to fail that. It carried a lot of marks.

I frowned. She better reappear from wherever she ran off to. My grades were at stake here. The bitch just had to add to all the problems I already had.

Hissing, I got up to jump into the shower when my bedroom door opened.

Dad walked in, stopping at the door and observing me.

I felt my blood begin to boil, and I decided that the best thing to do was ignore him. I slipped my phone out of my pocket, and began to scroll through Instagram. Dad approached me, taking a seat on the free side of my bed.

"Jason," He called out gently.

I stuck to what I had resolved to do. Ignore him.

"Look, I know you're mad at me. And you have every right to be. I'm sorry for hitting you. I should never have done that. It was very low of me. I'm sorry."

I pretended not to hear him, still scrolling through my phone.

"I'm sorry," He repeated. "I know you miss your mom. I do-"

"Don't!" I yelled. "Don't you dare talk about mom. You have no right to do that."

"Jason-"

"No! You've already desecrated her memory in this house by bringing all these women in here. So don't act like you give a shit about mom or me!" His eyes widened in surprise. "Jason, why would you say that."

There was so much hurt in his voice. But I didn't care. He deserved it. Besides, everything I said was true. He had his new woman now. So f**k me. Right?

Getting up forcefully I said, "You know what, dad? I gotta go. And you have work tomorrow. You should go to bed."

I started to walk away when he grabbed my arm.

"Jason. I know everything is confusing right now. I understand that. Just... please give me a chance to explain. A chance to prove you wrong. I do care about you, Jason." He squeezed my arm. "I know you miss your mother. But please-"

I snatched my arm away. "You know nothing about me! Nothing. Now please leave."

I was breathing hard, staring daggers at him.

Dad sighed, watching me. Then slowly, he spun round and walked out of my room, shutting the door with a click.