A/N: Reminder - these are snippets after the arrests. Then, they circle back to present day, on her bed, with Charlie and the sleeping Bub. These give the moments at her lowest, and reoccurring bad news. Last chap's 'special report' that went black was ... nothing. Because Jess knew, at that point, there were no new reports, as it was all over. Bella couldn't let it go, even after a month.
5 chaps more to go. I effing love your reactions. xoxox
..::.. Chapter 71 - Spout ..::..
The sticks turn red. All of them. Every fucking one of them. I don't see them, but I see Jess' face looking down at the tests. Her face is the same shade.
It's been weeks of quiet. I've been serene until the symptoms and constant sickness. All of that emotional expelling I did when Jess pinned me in the elevator, and it's like nothing cured me. I immediately get up and find the cabinet under the sink.
I choose my poison. It's bold and blue with large letters and warnings on the label.
I unplug it.
When the spout touches my lips, Jess slaps it out of my hand. Then she's slapping me. I close my eyes with every hit.
I accept them.
She's screaming and screaming, and I've never seen Jess this red.
Jess is sick of me. Jess is an angel.
I throw up my breakfast, my two snacks, and all the chocolate I had before lunch. I sit on the kitchen tiles and watch Jess lecture me for an hour.
"I'm sorry," I mutter, soiled lips and chin. "I'm sorry. I know. I'm sorry," I weakly repeat. She's fire and she's my guardian angel.
But I will not have this baby. Over my dead body.
Over his.
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