Life Is A Living Hell

Chapter 50 Lies, Lies, Lies (rewritten)

Okay, still an asshole. I cast down my gaze and rolled my eyes. Why did he always do this? He was nice one second, then the next he was mean. Cold and warm. I never knew which Anton I would get. Every time I thought we could be something, because he was tender and nice, the next second he hurt me. The sting pained me more when he was nice before it. Couldn't he be mean all the time instead? The blows wouldn't pain me as much. Neither would I develop feelings for him.

"Eat," he said between bites. I sighed and ate.

"Do you like it?" he asked with a strange voice...a bit sheepishly. Huh? Anton nervous? That was something I never thought I would see.

"If you don't, the chef made breakfast too," he mumbled, a bit irritated. I didn't know whether he was irritated at me or himself. I was stunned. When I didn't reply, he sighed and was about to take my plate. I got out of my trance.

"No, I like it." Grinning, I put more pancakes into my mouth. He smiled, an earnest smile.

"Good." I like him like this.

"It tastes wonderful. What more can you cook?" He chuckled.

"No, this is about it. Um...eggs too. I can make an omelette." I sipped my orange juice with amusement. "Nothing more?"

He smiled big with his beautiful white teeth. "Besides that, I can't cook for shit."

See, nice again, I can't keep up with his mood swings. But I really love this side of him.

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After that delicious meal, we ended up in the living room sofa. We couldn't agree on a film, I didn't want to watch John Wick, and he didn't want to see A Bad Moms Christmas. But I pleaded my case well, and turned out he didn't even know what it was about. He was just being his stubborn self and said "no". He feigned irritation when we pushed play on the Christmas film. He gripped a hold around my waist and brought me to his chest, so I was sitting between his legs with my back on his warm now covered chest. It got too tempting for me— No. It got too cold, so I kindly advised him to put on a shirt. He merely smirked with a sure and covered up.

Throughout the film, I found him staring at me when the funny parts came. He didn't laugh like me at the film, instead he found me amusing.

"I want to hear you laugh more often," he said all of a sudden. "I want to see you happy." Stunned by his uncharacteristic words, I only gazed at him. He kissed my forehead and went back to watching the film. Good thing he didn't want a reply, since I didn't know what to say. I was so confused. He couldn't behave like this. It made it so much harder to not fall for him. If he continued to behave like this, how was I able to go through with my plan and escape?

Ugh. I slowly opened my eyes. I was still in the living room, on the sofa with Anton. He laid behind me with his arms wrapped around me.

A wave of nauseous hit me. Ugh, I'm going to barf. Cautiously I escaped out of Anton's hug and ran to the bathroom.

"Oh. Hey, Leah. Wha—" I closed the door before she could finish. I kneeled before the toilet, emptied everything I had eaten.

"Olivia, are you okay?" I heard Vittoria's concerned voice.

"Yeah," I mumbled and flushed. I washed my hands as Vittoria opened the unlocked door.

"Are you sure?" She put her hand on my back. I ignored her question and quickly brushed my teeth.

"Can you do me a favour?" I turned and gazed at her with solace.

"S-sure, whatever you need" She gazed at me with puzzled eyes.

"Could you get me some pregnancy tests?" Her eyes went wide.

"W-what?" She stammered.

"It's nothing. I'm a bit late. I just want to make sure that I'm only late. I've been late before." I reassure her with a spent smile. She nodded solemnly before she took off. A couple of seconds later, she came back with three tests. Seeing my astonished face, she explained.

"I once got pregnant, but...it was a miscarriage. Both fortunately and unfortunately. The sex was a mistake, and I did not want to be with that person. I found out about my pregnancy too late. I had no choice whether I wanted it or not. I didn't and thank God I didn't need to. So, from then I've always carried these." She held up the tests and gave them to me. I nodded and went back to the bathroom. If I wasn't so dizzy and nauseated, I would've comforted her and asked some questions.

"Are you done?" She yelled through the door.

"Yeah, I just need to wait a little," I mumbled distractedly, staring at the tests beside the sink. I binned the tests and walked out. 

"So?" She gazed at me expectedly as she fumbled with her shirt. I sighed. It seemed like Antonio had some bad influence on me. Because I lied. "It's negative."

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