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I know I haven't updated much so shoot me. But really if you do you'll never get another chapter. I hope you like this chapter. It's alright but I think it could of been better. Oh well. Happy reading. And as always let me know what you think. No point writing if no-one likes it.
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I remembered the following days being nice. We all had fun. When you're around a load of guys that still act like ten year olds it's impossible not too. As it turned out the guys only had to stay for two weeks before moving on. They were 'in the area' but they decided to use hotels because they didn't want to 'impose'. It was about a week after they'd gone that my world came crashing down.
It was a late Sunday evening and I happened to be looking at the calendar. The last little star was marked almost a month ago. I did the adding up. No way. I shot upstairs faster than a bullet and got dressed. Yanking the car keys off the hook on my way out I thought, dear god please no.
I sped towards the 24 hour pharmacy and ran inside, scanning the shelves. Where were they? Where were they? Where were - ah. I grabbed six rectangular boxes and slammed them on the counted along with the money for them.
The cashier rung them up giving me a suspicious look. Okay I know I'm short but this girl must be like sixteen and she's giving ME a weird look? I so don't have time for this.
When I got home I charged up the stairs my footsteps echoing through the quiet house. About ten minuets later I came outside of the bathroom with three sticks replaced them in their boxes and hid them under the bedside table.
I'll take the other three in the morning then I'll look, I thought to myself. It was going to be a long night. It can only be his. Him. Chase can't possibly be the father. And they look so different. They'd know straight away. I never know when Chase will get back. I can't even pretend it's his. What the hell have I done?
Thoughts plagued me until the early hours of the morning when I finally drifted into an unstable, unhappy state of unconsciousness. Images flashed through my head. Some clear some blurry, but there was one that stuck with me. No matter what there was one that kept coming back. A beautiful little baby boy with a shock of dark hair, Chase and I cooing over him, until he opened his eyes and we saw the unmistakable penetrating blue eyes of Randy Orton.
I woke up in a cold sweat. The digital alarm clock read 5:30 am. The door downstairs clicked shut. Oh please god no, Chase CAN NOT be home now. The bedroom door slipped open and a slim beam of light slinked in, followed closely by Chase.
"What are you doing up?" He asked.
"Bad dream." I said shivering slightly at the reminder.
What was even worse was that that image didn't make me sad. in fact I was happy that the baby was Randy's. I didn't want it to be Chase's because that would trap me. I'd never be able to leave Chase. Ever. The dream just shocked me is all.
"Oh, well let me make it better." He said, smoothly sliding over to me.
I shuffled away a little. I am so not in the mood for this. No. Not in the mood. I don't want him touching me. It's kind of creepy in fact to think of him touching me if I have a kid inside me. Eww that's even more creepy. No. No way.
Chase cocked his head at me.
"What are you doing?" He asked menacingly.
I can't believe at that point I didn't notice the menace in his voice. For gods sake. I was a right idiot. How could I not notice he was a little less than t-total. How could I not notice that he was in one of his 'moods'. When Chase is in one of his 'moods' he gets violent and shouts and I get scared. When Chase is in one of his 'moods' it's best just to do what he wants but of course being so preoccupied I didn't notice this 'mood'.
"I'm not in the mood chase. I just want to go to sleep." He yanked on my arm.
"Owww….Chase what the hell?" I asked twisting round.
Oh shite. His eyes were a dark black and he was gripping my arm really tightly.
"I. Am. In. The. Mood." He spat. Each word made more color drain from my face.
"No. Chase I'm not in the mood I won't….." SMACK! I felt the heat rush to the side of my face.
He hit me! He actually hit me! I was in shock. He'd been really angry before but he'd never hit me. And then I remembered I could be carrying a child. I tried to pull my arm away. He was stronger. He always had been stronger. I reached out with my other arm and found the book I read before I go to sleep.
I swung my arm around and whacked him with it catching him off guard. He fell backwards and let go of my arm. I flung myself out of the bed and grabbed the tests from under the table, throwing them inside a bag. I grabbed any clothes I could reach and my purse. I knew I only had about enough for a taxi or two and a flight. That's all I ever carried. Just in case I got into trouble.
I ran down the stairs and outside the house. I managed to get off the property and run down the road to the taxi rank. My friend Wanda would be working tonight. I knew she was always on this rank.
I flung open the cab door and got inside.
"Wanda. Airport." I said. She twisted round and looked at me.
"Jesus Nat what the hell happened?" She asked.
I realized my face was already sporting a huge bruise. I didn't know whether to tell her the truth or not.
"'Snot important." I said.
She nodded. Probably not agreeing but understanding at least. I got changed in the back of her cab and we pulled up to the airport.
"Come 'ere." She beckoned me over.
I moved closer to her. She took the foundation out of her purse and put some of it on my face.
"You're a bit paler than me but it'll have to do. You got your passport?"
I nodded. "Then go."
I thanked her once more and threw some cash in the seat before I ran into the airport. It was bright and annoying. The kind of light you really don't wanna be under when you look like shit. I normally walk with my head held high but tonight I kept my gaze on the floor.
"Hello how can I help you?" Asked the woman on the desk.
"Umm…..one ticket to Tampa Florida please?"
"Sure."
She handed me the ticket.
"You're flight leaves in about fifteen minuets and it's about three hours okay?" She asked me.
I nodded and made my way towards the departure gate. That was the most stressful three hours of my life. I took the other three tests on the plane, almost as soon as I got on. It was ten minuets before the we were meant to land when I looked at them.
Six little plus signs. Oh bollocks.
I have never hated the plus sign so much in my life. This would not go down well. I can imagine the conversation with my family now.
"Umm…hi I'm pregnant."
"Oh that's wonderful. I bet Chase is ecstatic."
"Oh it's not his."
"What?"
"Yeah it's Randy's. Y'know Johns best friend?"
Yeah that'd go down well.
"Ladies and Gentleman we are now beginning our descent into Tampa Florida, please fasten your seat belts." A voice crackled over the intercom.
I plugged in my seat belt and waited. This is an amazing mess I would have to get out of.
I got a taxi to a house very familiar to me. My feet pounded along the path and I tapped on the door. A ruffled looking woman with brown hair and eyes opened the door.
"Nat what are you doing here?"
"Random visit?"
She raised her eyebrows.
"Ted home?"
"No."
"Then let me in and I'll explain."
She moved away from the door. I followed her through to the living room. We flopped down on the sofas.
"Now whassup?" She asked.
"Chase hit me this morning."
She clenched her jaw.
"I told you it'd happen eventually. But damn it you're not going back there. You cannot tell me you still want to."
"Oh no fucking way but there's more."
"What?"
"I'm pregnant." I said laying out the tests.
"But….Chase…"
"It's not Chase's."
She looked up at me gob smacked. Her eyes were wide as saucers.
"Then who -"
"Randy."
She sat up and shook her head at me. I swept the tests back into my bag.
"Dude. You've really messed up this time. What the hell will John say? Fuck. What the hell will Randy say?"
I shook my head. She was right what the fuck was I going to do?
"I dunno, but I have to tell them." I knew that. They deserved to know.
"Well here's your chance."
I looked up. She better be bloody joking. I was not ready to tell them now.
"HONEY I'M HOME!" Came a loud shout throughout the house.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" I muttered. "I am not ready to tell them this."
"I suggest you tell Randy but not John at first. Just tell John about being here because of the break up. I mean I don't think he could handle both at once."
I nodded.
"KRISTIN!" Came Ted's loud voice.
"LIVING ROOM" She yelled back.
The boys all came tumbling into the room.
"Hello love." Ted said placing a kiss on Kristen's lips.
"What the fuck are you doing in my house?" Asked Ted jokingly.
"I was trying to convert you're lovely wife to lesbianism. It's not working." I informed him. He shook his head at me.
John came and sat next to me.
"Now, considering we know you so well, tell us why you're really hiding out in your best friends house." He said.
Ahh…fuck.
"Chase came home early this morning…." I said. They all looked at me. Confusion clearly written on their faces, How the fuck could that be a problem? They were all thinking.
"He hit me."
Maybe if i'd told John the whole truth then it would have been better. Maybe not. I should of anyway though. Then again….there's a lot of things I should have done……
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