The Own Goal ✔️

Part 19

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24 weeks pregnant 👶

I sit scrolling through my phone at the photos Layla has sent me.

Her message was simple.
'not sure what's going on with you guys, but so you know'

Attached were several photos of Jack getting cosy with several girls on a night out in London.

But it gets worse.
She sent a photo of him sitting on someone's sofa, presumably Ben's, with a girl on the floor, between his legs. Quite obvious what's going, with his hand resting on her head.
Another sitting next to him, pawing at him like a puppy with no self respect.

He really is disgusting. I obviously dodged a bullet with him not staying the other week.

I rub my belly. "Just as well we are doing ok ourselves huh?" I say outloud.

Its Saturday and I busy myself with going to Asda for my shopping.
I buy myself a new top from their maternity wear section and pick up some cute little baby grows.

As I'm putting them away at home, I try to convince myself that I'm ok. But the truth is I feel so lonely.

I sit eating dinner, watching dull Saturday night TV when my phone rings.

It's Jack. I remind myself that he doesn't know I've seen the photos.

"Hello"

"Hello, ya alright? How's me two girls eh?"

"Yeah, ok"

"Wots up? Ya don' sound ok?"

"I'm just tired. You ok?"

"Yeah, scored the winner! We're doin' so well Chels, defo goin' up we are!" He sounds so happy.

I suddenly feel spiteful. Why is it ok for him to literally do what he wants? Shag who he wants? Then play part time dad?

"Layla said she saw you last weekend"

"Yeah, was a party at Ben's, bit wild, but ya need to let ya hair down don' ya?"

"I wouldn't know Jack, it's been a while for me"

"Yeah, sorry. Of course. How ya doin'?"

"How's Stacey?"

I hear him cough
"Wot?"

"How's Stacey, was she at the party?"

"Nah, nah she wasn't. Chelsea is there summat ya want to say to me?"

"I saw photos of last weekend Jack"

"Wot photos?" I sense his panic.

"Don't worry, Layla took them, she only sent them to me"

"Wot photos?" He repeats.

"Of you, snogging various girls, getting sucked off by one, while kissing another, Jack you make me sick"

"Right"

"Right?! Right? Is that all you've got to say?"

"Well yeah! Obviously, We're not together, so I don' need to apologise, ya keep sayin' ya know wot I'm like, ya begged me to stay with ya the other week! So ya no better are ya?"

"NO BETTER?" I screach. "Jack I'm the one having your fucking baby, no we are not in a relationship, but I don't think I should be at the bottom of your list of priorities!"

"Ya not! That's why I'm fuckin' callin' ya! Ya always on my mind Chels!  I was gonna ask if I could come an' see ya in a couple of weeks? Spend some time with ya? Help ya sort out the cot an' stuff ya ordered, but if I make ya sick I won't fuckin' bother"