Chapter 2

"Why are you being such an ass Mark? I have a right to help my family out when they need it!" My sister screamed. I didn't want to listen in on their argument as I made my way to the guest house, but they were so loud and I really wanted to know how Mark would react to my story.

"I never said you didn't have that right, I just don't understand why it's ok for her to show up at any time and just move into our house!" Mark spat back.

My sister growled, "Mark she's a 16 year old girl who has been dealing with a hell of a lot of trouble ok? I'm her sister and best friend!" she said. "Besides I've always told her if she needed anything then she could come to me."

He sighed, "Tracy…this is my house too! If you're going to help her out, fine, but discuss it with me first!"

"Whatever. You really should chill out…you have no idea what's she's going through right now."

That was the last thing I heard before I opened up the door to one of the most beautiful guest houses I had ever seen. It was all one floor which was nice due to my pregnancy. The sun provided the perfect amount of lighting, enveloping the place with a radiant glow. I smiled slightly as I closed the door and began exploring the place. There was a small living room completely furnished with a white sofa, a plush chair and a huge flat screen TV. The walls were painted light yellow, trimmed in a white boarder.

I then moved onto the kitchen which was very inviting. The floors were wooden and freshly waxed, with matching counter tops. The electric stoves were up to date, with a very efficient refrigerator that was silver. The cabinets were fully stocked with pots, pans, and all types of dishes. I sighed when I saw that there was no food there. I guess I would have to make a trip to the store with the money I had left. I grabbed my bag and went down the hall to check out the bedrooms.

There were two of them, each had one king sized bed with white comforters. The only difference was the color of the walls. One room was painted baby blue and the other was painted light orange. The pillows on the bed resembled the color of the walls along with the curtains of the windows. I ended up choosing the one that was orange since it was my favorite color. It was relaxing…but my heart still ached from all the pain it was in. I blinked back tears and sat down on the bed thinking about how long I was going to be here. I damn sure didn't want Mark to become a pain in the ass for my sister, so…I wasn't planning on staying more than a week.

I glanced down at my suitcase and decided that unpacking would simply be a waste of time.

"Serena?" Tracy yelled before coming into the house. "Sis, where are you?"

I sighed and raked my hand through my light brown hair. "I'm back here,"

I listened to her light footsteps as she made her way down the hall and to the room I was in. She smiled at me when she turned the corner. "I knew you would pick this room."

I smiled slightly as she took a seat next to me. "Yeah…but I won't be here long so-"

"-What do you mean?" she asked. "Please tell me you aren't thinking about going back home."

I sniffled, "Well I may have no choice since Mark hates me."

She frowned, "Awe sis, Mark doesn't hate you honestly. He's just upset that you randomly showed up like this."

I wiped fresh tears from my eyes, "Yeah I know but let's be honest, he's always been a jerk to me even before you two go married. He hates me…plain and simple."

"Serena he doesn't have a reason to hate you so he doesn't."

I shook my head, "Whatever. Look you can tell him I'll be out of here as soon as I can support myself and my baby. After that he doesn't have to worry about seeing me ever again."

She sighed, "That won't be fair to me though Serena. You know I'm always with him and if you leave and never come back…I'll never have the chance to see you or the baby."

I sighed and the glanced at her, "You're right…ok, I'll stay here but you need to tell him to leave me alone. I'll get a job as soon as possible and I'll buy my own food and supplies. It'll be like I'm just a neighbor."

She smiled, "Good, but don't over work yourself ok? I don't want you passing out during your pregnancy."

I chuckled, "Alright. Does Mark know I'm pregnant?"

She smirked, "That's what made him change his mind. I think he feels like an ass for how he acted but don't expect him to admit to it."

"Don't worry, I don't expect anything out of him but for him to let me be."

She shook her head and grabbed my suitcase, "You two should really try not to fight so much. I think you'll learn to like each other."

"As if….he's constantly doing things to irritate me," I said as I watched her open my suitcase and begin to put away my clothes.

She shook her head, "Serena he only does it because he knows he'll get a reaction out of you. Now I did tell him to cool it off since you're pregnant. I don't want my niece or nephew in any danger because of the stress you're in."

I sighed with relief, "thanks, but do you think he'll listen to you?"

"He better if he knows what's good for him." She said with a mischievous smile.

"You're too much, I missed you so much." I said.

She nodded, "I missed you too, and I promise that living here won't be as difficult as you think it will be."

I smiled at her before kicking off my shoes, "Ok sis."

I didn't know if what she was saying was true or not, but I did know one thing…Mark Calaway better leave me alone or she will be a widow very shortly….