Read Always and Forever Online
Authors: Lauren Crossley
Always and Forever (61 page)
“I see. I suppose a part of me was hoping
they might have been wrong.” I say gloomily. The devastating realisation starts
to consume my body, tightening its hold on me and threatening to squeeze the
life out of the remaining glimmer of hope I was holding onto.
She must notice the look of dismay on my
face because she moves her chair closer towards mine, a compassionate
expression on her face.
“I take it the confirmation of your pregnancy
is not good news?” She prompts me gently.
“I think deep down I knew it was really
happening but to have it actually confirmed just makes it all the more real.”
“It’s not the result you were hoping for?” She
asks me, a note of sympathy in her voice.
“I feel like I’m trapped in some horrible
nightmare or something.”
“Of course this news has come as a shock to
you; it might just take some time for you to fully digest this information
before you can get your head around it. According to the date of your last
period you’re only five weeks pregnant.”
“Five? But it was only three weeks ago when we…
” I can feel myself going red with embarrassment; I can’t bring myself to
finish what I was about to say.
“I know it sounds a little silly but when we
calculate a pregnancy we always go by the first day of your last period. We
consider this to be the start of your pregnancy even though you weren’t even
pregnant at the time. It’s a little complicated but we always take the date of
your last period as the beginning rather than the date of conception.”
I nod my head in understanding, even though I
don’t understand anything at all. I can barely comprehend what she’s saying let
alone digest all of the medical information that comes with it.
“I don’t know what to do.” I whisper.
“The positive thing is that you’ve found out
about you’re pregnancy during its early stages. This means you have plenty of
time to make a decision, a decision you are comfortable with and have given
much thought to.”
I nod slowly, still trying to absorb everything
that’s happening.
“So what happens now?” I ask.
“Whilst you’re here I’d like to take your blood
pressure and ask you to hop on the scales if that’s ok with you?”
She informs me I’m a little underweight and I prepare
myself for another lecture similar to Jake’s on the importance of a healthy
diet and taking care of myself. However, she simply tells me to make sure I eat
well balanced meals and plenty of fruit. She also suggests I start taking some
pre-natal vitamins now that I’m pregnant. My blood pressure is fine and she
tells me I’ll have to come in again so they can take a blood sample from me.
I’m advised not to participate in any drinking or smoking and I assure her
those things don’t apply to me.
I have a feeling we’re coming to the end of my
appointment, I’m running out of time and need to get this off my chest.
“The thing is… I’m not sure I actually want to
go through with this.” I avoid her eyes full of empathy, focusing on her
computer screen instead.
I know she must have dealt with
situations like this before but I can’t help wondering what she must think of
me. I feel like the world’s most terrible woman because I’m considering the
option of aborting my baby.
“I see. Well, thankfully you’ve got plenty of
time to make a decision. You’ve found out about your pregnancy during its early
stages and that will be beneficial for you with regards to allowing you plenty
of time to think about it is you want.” She reiterates.
“I never thought of it like that.” I smile at
her weakly.
“I don’t mean to be intrusive but do you have
plenty of support in place? Ultimately, this is your decision but discussing
this with someone who you’re close with may help.”
“I’ve told the father and he’s incredibly supportive.
He says it’s my choice, that whatever I decide he’ll accept.”
“It’s good that you’re able to discuss this
together and that he’s willing to stand by you.”
She talks a little more about my options
and provides me with a couple of leaflets which will give me some more
information about an abortion and what it specifically entails. I know I won’t
be able to take the leaflets home with me; I’ll have to pass them onto Jake and
read them another time. She recommends that I start taking the vitamins right
away because of my weight and assures me I can make an appointment with her
anytime to discuss this further.
“I never knew that there would be so much to
take in.” I admit, feeling overwhelmed by the bombardment of information I have
to take in.
“I know you must be feeling incredibly
overwhelmed right now but just give it some time, continue to discuss your
feelings with your partner and feel free to make another appointment with me
anytime. We can discuss your options further if you wish. I just want you to
have some time to think about everything before I see you again. Who knows, you
may feel a little differently.”
I’m told I might not get an antenatal
appointment at the hospital before I’m twelve weeks pregnant but I’ll still be
expected to keep up with my doctor’s appointments before that time. Neither one
of us says anything but I know we’re both thinking the same thing. We’re both
wondering if I’ll even choose to reach that stage of pregnancy.
“Thank you for your help.” I say gratefully,
forcing myself to look at her this time.
“Feel free to make an appointment with me
anytime, Bethany. I promise I will always listen and advise you to the best of
my ability. Whatever you decide, just make sure it’s the right decision for you
because you’re the one who’s going to have to live with this decision for the
rest of your life.”
I leave her room and enter the reception area
where Jake is still waiting for me. He stands up as soon as I walk through the
doors.
“How was it? What did she say? Are you alright?”
He asks, firing questions at me.
“Let’s just go outside, I promise I’ll tell you
everything but I want to get out of here first.”
As soon as we’re outside he launches himself on
me, barely able to control his inquiry.
“Bethany, tell me what she said. I’ve been
going crazy waiting for you all this time. Is everything ok?”
“Well, she told me if my pregnancy tests say
I’m pregnant then I definitely am and she figured out that I’m about five weeks
pregnant.”
“Five?” He says incredulously.
“Yeah, it’s kind of confusing how they figure
it out but that’s what she said. It’s all to do with the date of my last period
or something.” I look away from his penetrating gaze, rubbing my forehead with
my fingers.
He nods his head in understanding whilst
closing the distance between us and pulling me into a hug. I cling to him
tightly, breathing him in. I love his scent, it’s so captivating and alluring,
yet it provides me with so much comfort at the same time.
“What else did she say?”
they might have been wrong.” I say gloomily. The devastating realisation starts
to consume my body, tightening its hold on me and threatening to squeeze the
life out of the remaining glimmer of hope I was holding onto.
She must notice the look of dismay on my
face because she moves her chair closer towards mine, a compassionate
expression on her face.
“I take it the confirmation of your pregnancy
is not good news?” She prompts me gently.
“I think deep down I knew it was really
happening but to have it actually confirmed just makes it all the more real.”
“It’s not the result you were hoping for?” She
asks me, a note of sympathy in her voice.
“I feel like I’m trapped in some horrible
nightmare or something.”
“Of course this news has come as a shock to
you; it might just take some time for you to fully digest this information
before you can get your head around it. According to the date of your last
period you’re only five weeks pregnant.”
“Five? But it was only three weeks ago when we…
” I can feel myself going red with embarrassment; I can’t bring myself to
finish what I was about to say.
“I know it sounds a little silly but when we
calculate a pregnancy we always go by the first day of your last period. We
consider this to be the start of your pregnancy even though you weren’t even
pregnant at the time. It’s a little complicated but we always take the date of
your last period as the beginning rather than the date of conception.”
I nod my head in understanding, even though I
don’t understand anything at all. I can barely comprehend what she’s saying let
alone digest all of the medical information that comes with it.
“I don’t know what to do.” I whisper.
“The positive thing is that you’ve found out
about you’re pregnancy during its early stages. This means you have plenty of
time to make a decision, a decision you are comfortable with and have given
much thought to.”
I nod slowly, still trying to absorb everything
that’s happening.
“So what happens now?” I ask.
“Whilst you’re here I’d like to take your blood
pressure and ask you to hop on the scales if that’s ok with you?”
She informs me I’m a little underweight and I prepare
myself for another lecture similar to Jake’s on the importance of a healthy
diet and taking care of myself. However, she simply tells me to make sure I eat
well balanced meals and plenty of fruit. She also suggests I start taking some
pre-natal vitamins now that I’m pregnant. My blood pressure is fine and she
tells me I’ll have to come in again so they can take a blood sample from me.
I’m advised not to participate in any drinking or smoking and I assure her
those things don’t apply to me.
I have a feeling we’re coming to the end of my
appointment, I’m running out of time and need to get this off my chest.
“The thing is… I’m not sure I actually want to
go through with this.” I avoid her eyes full of empathy, focusing on her
computer screen instead.
I know she must have dealt with
situations like this before but I can’t help wondering what she must think of
me. I feel like the world’s most terrible woman because I’m considering the
option of aborting my baby.
“I see. Well, thankfully you’ve got plenty of
time to make a decision. You’ve found out about your pregnancy during its early
stages and that will be beneficial for you with regards to allowing you plenty
of time to think about it is you want.” She reiterates.
“I never thought of it like that.” I smile at
her weakly.
“I don’t mean to be intrusive but do you have
plenty of support in place? Ultimately, this is your decision but discussing
this with someone who you’re close with may help.”
“I’ve told the father and he’s incredibly supportive.
He says it’s my choice, that whatever I decide he’ll accept.”
“It’s good that you’re able to discuss this
together and that he’s willing to stand by you.”
She talks a little more about my options
and provides me with a couple of leaflets which will give me some more
information about an abortion and what it specifically entails. I know I won’t
be able to take the leaflets home with me; I’ll have to pass them onto Jake and
read them another time. She recommends that I start taking the vitamins right
away because of my weight and assures me I can make an appointment with her
anytime to discuss this further.
“I never knew that there would be so much to
take in.” I admit, feeling overwhelmed by the bombardment of information I have
to take in.
“I know you must be feeling incredibly
overwhelmed right now but just give it some time, continue to discuss your
feelings with your partner and feel free to make another appointment with me
anytime. We can discuss your options further if you wish. I just want you to
have some time to think about everything before I see you again. Who knows, you
may feel a little differently.”
I’m told I might not get an antenatal
appointment at the hospital before I’m twelve weeks pregnant but I’ll still be
expected to keep up with my doctor’s appointments before that time. Neither one
of us says anything but I know we’re both thinking the same thing. We’re both
wondering if I’ll even choose to reach that stage of pregnancy.
“Thank you for your help.” I say gratefully,
forcing myself to look at her this time.
“Feel free to make an appointment with me
anytime, Bethany. I promise I will always listen and advise you to the best of
my ability. Whatever you decide, just make sure it’s the right decision for you
because you’re the one who’s going to have to live with this decision for the
rest of your life.”
I leave her room and enter the reception area
where Jake is still waiting for me. He stands up as soon as I walk through the
doors.
“How was it? What did she say? Are you alright?”
He asks, firing questions at me.
“Let’s just go outside, I promise I’ll tell you
everything but I want to get out of here first.”
As soon as we’re outside he launches himself on
me, barely able to control his inquiry.
“Bethany, tell me what she said. I’ve been
going crazy waiting for you all this time. Is everything ok?”
“Well, she told me if my pregnancy tests say
I’m pregnant then I definitely am and she figured out that I’m about five weeks
pregnant.”
“Five?” He says incredulously.
“Yeah, it’s kind of confusing how they figure
it out but that’s what she said. It’s all to do with the date of my last period
or something.” I look away from his penetrating gaze, rubbing my forehead with
my fingers.
He nods his head in understanding whilst
closing the distance between us and pulling me into a hug. I cling to him
tightly, breathing him in. I love his scent, it’s so captivating and alluring,
yet it provides me with so much comfort at the same time.
“What else did she say?”
We break apart from our embrace and he takes
his hand in mine as we start to walk.
“She checked my blood pressure and my weight.
She said I was a little underweight and just told me to make sure I eat well.”
“Wait a minute; she said you’re underweight?”
He stops and pulls on my hand, spinning me around to face him.
“Only a little, I guess I haven’t been eating
as much as I should have but I’ll eat better now, I promise.”
Jake sighs in exasperation, letting go of my
hand to run his fingers through his hair.
“Bethany…” He sighs with frustration, his
annoyance and irritation made clear in his tone.
“It’s ok. She recommended some vitamins for me
to take and I swear to you I’ll start eating better.”
“Right then, we’ll go straight away and get
them from the pharmacy down the road.”
We take an unexpected turn, making me realise
he was being serious; he intends to take me to the chemist’s right this second.
We walk in silence for a few moments before he clears his throat and I know
he’s preparing himself to say something.
“What did she say about the baby?”
“She gave me a couple of leaflets to read and
told me that I can make an appointment with her anytime. She said it’s a good
thing I’ve found out so early; it means I have more time to think about my
decision.”
I glance up at him and notice the muscles
in his jaw are clenched, the amount of control he’s exerting over himself is
beyond anything I could imagine. I guess it can’t be easy for him to think
about me choosing an abortion, I know it’s not what he wants but I can’t go
ahead with something that doesn’t feel right, not even for Jake.
“It’s your decision, Bethany. All I ask is for
you choose what’s best for you; don’t base your decision on what your father or
anybody else will think. You don’t have to be afraid of him or what he’ll do to
you; I’ll protect you and the baby if you choose to go through with this. I’ll
take care of you both.”
After we leave the pharmacy, Jake asks me to
show him the pamphlets the doctor gave me. I retrieve them from my pocket, handing
them over to him. He looks at them in disgust and roughly shoves them into his
own back pocket.
“It’s probably for the best that you keep them,
I can’t risk them being found at home.”
“Come on, I need to phone another taxi to pick
us up.”
He turns his back on me and walks away. I’m
forced to chase after him but decide to say nothing, he has every right to be
angry with me and I’m fully aware how excruciatingly painful this must be for
him.
“Here’s the twenty pounds to replace the money
you took from the bookstore.” He hands me over the money, refusing to look at
me. “I’ve also been online and topped up the credit on your phone for you,
there’s another fifty pounds on it so you should be good for a while.”
“Wow, you can really add credit to my phone online?”
I ask.
“Yep.” He says unenthusiastically.
“How?” I have zero interest in the matter but
really want to keep him talking; I can’t bear the awkward silence between us.
“Do you really care?” He challenges me.
“Yes.” I lie.
“For Christ’s sake, you’re a terrible liar,
Beth.”
“I genuinely want to know!” I shove him in
vexation, annoyed that Jake can see through my façade.
“I just typed in your mobile number and the
code that came on the pay as you go top up card.”
“It seems pretty straight forward.”
“That’s because it is.” He snaps with a tone so
abrupt and sharp it stings. He’s never spoken to me like this before and it
hurts.
“You called me Beth.” I speak so softly I don’t
even think he heard me.
“What?” He barks.
“You called me Beth. You’ve never called me
that before and I don’t like it.”
For some reason the abbreviated use of my name
doesn’t sit well with me, not when it comes from Jake. It didn’t sound like a
term of endearment and it made me uncomfortable when he said it with such
anger.
“Look, I’m sorry. I’m letting things get to me
and I’m taking it out on you. None of this is your fault, Bethany.”
Once we’re back at the doctor’s surgery, Jake
phones for another taxi. It doesn’t take too long to arrive and we spend
another journey in silence. It’s only during our ride home that I start to
wonder about the continuous amount of cash Jake always seems to have. He’s
never short of money but I can’t imagine his job as a bartender would pay him
that much. I decide to save that worry for another day; I’m not going to rock
the boat by bringing it up with him now.
As soon as we get out of the taxi, Jake crushes
my body against his.
“I’m so sorry. I fucked up again and want to
apologise for it. I’m such a bastard. I don’t deserve you, I really don’t.” His
dark chocolate coloured eyes gaze down into mine, making it impossible for me
not to forgive him.
“It’s fine, you didn’t do anything wrong,
Jake.”
“I did and you know it.”
He places a delicate kiss on my forehead, causing
me to shiver when I feel his warm minty breath tickle my skin. I gasp when I
feel his fingertips glide across the bare skin on my stomach underneath my
shirt. The sweet sensation of his touch against my skin electrifies me, I
involuntarily tremble and he chuckles at my blatant physical reaction to him.
His hand remains still and I watch his eyes slowly travel down my body to rest
on my stomach.
“I still can’t believe you’re really… I can’t
believe our baby is really in there.” He whispers reverently.
I shift uncomfortably, pulling away from
his touch. Jake can’t afford to become attached to this baby; it will hurt him
too much if I decide to terminate the pregnancy.
“I should get going.”
“But I don’t want to let you go.” His voice is
resolute and his hold unyielding as he circles his fingers around both of my
wrists.
I manage to wriggle away from his grasp and
move away. He smiles at me, a predatory gleam in his eyes as he shortens the
distance between us.
“Jake, what are you doing? Quit fooling
around.” I scold him.
“I’m not playing, Bethany. You keep on giving
me these excuses and reasons why you’re not ready to leave home yet. I’ve tried
to be understanding and see things from your point of view but now I’m getting
impatient. Your father’s still away, he’s been away for weeks and you’ve had
every opportunity to explain things to your mum and leave with me. I can’t help
questioning why you feel the need to go back there. What if I were to tell you
I’d had enough, what if I were to ignore your protests and take you with me
right now. I could throw you over my shoulder, it would be so easy.”
I take a step back from him, unsure whether or
not I should believe him. He looks serious and I know he’s capable. Jake will
do anything to get what he wants and what he wants most in the world is me.
“We will be together, Jake.” I assure him.
“When?” He demands, taking another step closer
towards me, forcing me back until I collide with someone’s garden wall.
“Soon.” I clarify.
He closes in on me, his eyes are sparkling
with amusement and he has a mischievous smirk on his face.
“Not good enough, be more specific.” He orders,
staring down at me with a possessive, dominating gleam in his eyes.
“I don’t know! Stop pressuring me, Jake. Don’t
you think I have enough to think about right now?”
I try shoving him away from me but it’s no use.
Jake’s so strong, my attempt to push him away from me doesn’t even make an
impact. Angry about my ineffective ability to move him, I duck underneath his
right arm and start to walk away.
“Bethany, wait. Please don’t go! I’m really
sorry; I shouldn’t have said any of that. Baby, please come back.”
He’s already chasing after me and I know its
pointless trying to outrun Jake. I purposefully slow down my pace, turning
around to face him.
“What was all of that about? Were you
threatening me?” I ask, glaring at him angrily
“Of course I wasn’t, how can you even think
that?”
“Because that’s what it sounded like. It
sounded like you were threatening to kidnap me and keep me against my will. What’s
your plan, Jake? Are you going to tie me up so I have no other choice but to
live with you?” I point my index finger at him, poking him in the chest with
force.
“Bethany, you know I’d never do such a thing.
It’s just my anger talking; I don’t mean any of the shit I’m saying. Although I
have to confess, the thought of me tying you up is a huge turn on. We’ll have
to explore this further sometime…” He tries to conceal his irritating smugness
which infuriates me even more.
“Jake, this isn’t funny!” I yell, feeling
myself turn red with rage.
“I’m sorry, I really am. It’s just that you’re
all kinds of cute when you’re mad.” He grins at me mischievously; taking
delight in the fact that he’s managed to provoke me.
his hand in mine as we start to walk.
“She checked my blood pressure and my weight.
She said I was a little underweight and just told me to make sure I eat well.”
“Wait a minute; she said you’re underweight?”
He stops and pulls on my hand, spinning me around to face him.
“Only a little, I guess I haven’t been eating
as much as I should have but I’ll eat better now, I promise.”
Jake sighs in exasperation, letting go of my
hand to run his fingers through his hair.
“Bethany…” He sighs with frustration, his
annoyance and irritation made clear in his tone.
“It’s ok. She recommended some vitamins for me
to take and I swear to you I’ll start eating better.”
“Right then, we’ll go straight away and get
them from the pharmacy down the road.”
We take an unexpected turn, making me realise
he was being serious; he intends to take me to the chemist’s right this second.
We walk in silence for a few moments before he clears his throat and I know
he’s preparing himself to say something.
“What did she say about the baby?”
“She gave me a couple of leaflets to read and
told me that I can make an appointment with her anytime. She said it’s a good
thing I’ve found out so early; it means I have more time to think about my
decision.”
I glance up at him and notice the muscles
in his jaw are clenched, the amount of control he’s exerting over himself is
beyond anything I could imagine. I guess it can’t be easy for him to think
about me choosing an abortion, I know it’s not what he wants but I can’t go
ahead with something that doesn’t feel right, not even for Jake.
“It’s your decision, Bethany. All I ask is for
you choose what’s best for you; don’t base your decision on what your father or
anybody else will think. You don’t have to be afraid of him or what he’ll do to
you; I’ll protect you and the baby if you choose to go through with this. I’ll
take care of you both.”
After we leave the pharmacy, Jake asks me to
show him the pamphlets the doctor gave me. I retrieve them from my pocket, handing
them over to him. He looks at them in disgust and roughly shoves them into his
own back pocket.
“It’s probably for the best that you keep them,
I can’t risk them being found at home.”
“Come on, I need to phone another taxi to pick
us up.”
He turns his back on me and walks away. I’m
forced to chase after him but decide to say nothing, he has every right to be
angry with me and I’m fully aware how excruciatingly painful this must be for
him.
“Here’s the twenty pounds to replace the money
you took from the bookstore.” He hands me over the money, refusing to look at
me. “I’ve also been online and topped up the credit on your phone for you,
there’s another fifty pounds on it so you should be good for a while.”
“Wow, you can really add credit to my phone online?”
I ask.
“Yep.” He says unenthusiastically.
“How?” I have zero interest in the matter but
really want to keep him talking; I can’t bear the awkward silence between us.
“Do you really care?” He challenges me.
“Yes.” I lie.
“For Christ’s sake, you’re a terrible liar,
Beth.”
“I genuinely want to know!” I shove him in
vexation, annoyed that Jake can see through my façade.
“I just typed in your mobile number and the
code that came on the pay as you go top up card.”
“It seems pretty straight forward.”
“That’s because it is.” He snaps with a tone so
abrupt and sharp it stings. He’s never spoken to me like this before and it
hurts.
“You called me Beth.” I speak so softly I don’t
even think he heard me.
“What?” He barks.
“You called me Beth. You’ve never called me
that before and I don’t like it.”
For some reason the abbreviated use of my name
doesn’t sit well with me, not when it comes from Jake. It didn’t sound like a
term of endearment and it made me uncomfortable when he said it with such
anger.
“Look, I’m sorry. I’m letting things get to me
and I’m taking it out on you. None of this is your fault, Bethany.”
Once we’re back at the doctor’s surgery, Jake
phones for another taxi. It doesn’t take too long to arrive and we spend
another journey in silence. It’s only during our ride home that I start to
wonder about the continuous amount of cash Jake always seems to have. He’s
never short of money but I can’t imagine his job as a bartender would pay him
that much. I decide to save that worry for another day; I’m not going to rock
the boat by bringing it up with him now.
As soon as we get out of the taxi, Jake crushes
my body against his.
“I’m so sorry. I fucked up again and want to
apologise for it. I’m such a bastard. I don’t deserve you, I really don’t.” His
dark chocolate coloured eyes gaze down into mine, making it impossible for me
not to forgive him.
“It’s fine, you didn’t do anything wrong,
Jake.”
“I did and you know it.”
He places a delicate kiss on my forehead, causing
me to shiver when I feel his warm minty breath tickle my skin. I gasp when I
feel his fingertips glide across the bare skin on my stomach underneath my
shirt. The sweet sensation of his touch against my skin electrifies me, I
involuntarily tremble and he chuckles at my blatant physical reaction to him.
His hand remains still and I watch his eyes slowly travel down my body to rest
on my stomach.
“I still can’t believe you’re really… I can’t
believe our baby is really in there.” He whispers reverently.
I shift uncomfortably, pulling away from
his touch. Jake can’t afford to become attached to this baby; it will hurt him
too much if I decide to terminate the pregnancy.
“I should get going.”
“But I don’t want to let you go.” His voice is
resolute and his hold unyielding as he circles his fingers around both of my
wrists.
I manage to wriggle away from his grasp and
move away. He smiles at me, a predatory gleam in his eyes as he shortens the
distance between us.
“Jake, what are you doing? Quit fooling
around.” I scold him.
“I’m not playing, Bethany. You keep on giving
me these excuses and reasons why you’re not ready to leave home yet. I’ve tried
to be understanding and see things from your point of view but now I’m getting
impatient. Your father’s still away, he’s been away for weeks and you’ve had
every opportunity to explain things to your mum and leave with me. I can’t help
questioning why you feel the need to go back there. What if I were to tell you
I’d had enough, what if I were to ignore your protests and take you with me
right now. I could throw you over my shoulder, it would be so easy.”
I take a step back from him, unsure whether or
not I should believe him. He looks serious and I know he’s capable. Jake will
do anything to get what he wants and what he wants most in the world is me.
“We will be together, Jake.” I assure him.
“When?” He demands, taking another step closer
towards me, forcing me back until I collide with someone’s garden wall.
“Soon.” I clarify.
He closes in on me, his eyes are sparkling
with amusement and he has a mischievous smirk on his face.
“Not good enough, be more specific.” He orders,
staring down at me with a possessive, dominating gleam in his eyes.
“I don’t know! Stop pressuring me, Jake. Don’t
you think I have enough to think about right now?”
I try shoving him away from me but it’s no use.
Jake’s so strong, my attempt to push him away from me doesn’t even make an
impact. Angry about my ineffective ability to move him, I duck underneath his
right arm and start to walk away.
“Bethany, wait. Please don’t go! I’m really
sorry; I shouldn’t have said any of that. Baby, please come back.”
He’s already chasing after me and I know its
pointless trying to outrun Jake. I purposefully slow down my pace, turning
around to face him.
“What was all of that about? Were you
threatening me?” I ask, glaring at him angrily
“Of course I wasn’t, how can you even think
that?”
“Because that’s what it sounded like. It
sounded like you were threatening to kidnap me and keep me against my will. What’s
your plan, Jake? Are you going to tie me up so I have no other choice but to
live with you?” I point my index finger at him, poking him in the chest with
force.
“Bethany, you know I’d never do such a thing.
It’s just my anger talking; I don’t mean any of the shit I’m saying. Although I
have to confess, the thought of me tying you up is a huge turn on. We’ll have
to explore this further sometime…” He tries to conceal his irritating smugness
which infuriates me even more.
“Jake, this isn’t funny!” I yell, feeling
myself turn red with rage.
“I’m sorry, I really am. It’s just that you’re
all kinds of cute when you’re mad.” He grins at me mischievously; taking
delight in the fact that he’s managed to provoke me.
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