Whispers of the Forgotten
Chapter Two: Alessa's Nightmare
Alessa's POV:
"I have something important to tell you." I murmured into Aaron's neck.
"Hmm?" he mumbled sleepily in response. The sun's rays were already getting to him and we had only been lying outside for a few minutes.
"It's something big and I need you to listen." I said, involuntarily holding him closer. "I-I'm....." I trailed off. There was no way I could tell him.
His brown eyes flashed open and a look of fear crossed over his face. "You're what?" he asked nervously, suddenly very awake.
I paused, silently weighing out the consequences of telling him. "I'm actually grounded right now." I mumbled. Lying never came easily to me.
He frowned. "That's all? You should have told me. I'll take you home now." He stood and extracted his car keys from his pocket. "Let's get going before your brother has a fit."
I rolled my eyes and followed him to his car. I don't see why he was such a rule fanatic. His appearance said the exact opposite. Not to be judgemental, but what did most people expect from a twenty year old with dyed green hair and tattoos? Probably about the same they'd expect from a seventeen year old with multicolored hair and a nose ring. No wonder we made a good couple.
The ride home was a peaceful kind of quiet with only an ocassional word spoken. He insisted on parking a few blocks away from home to let me out, since he didn't want my angry brother to verbally dismember him again. Little did he know, I wasn't actually grounded.
I hopped out of the car and bounded the last few blocks home, taking care not to trip over my feet in the porch.
Once inside I pressed my back to the wall and sank to the floor with a sigh, almost sitting on my Bassett Hound, Molly. After apologizing profusely to my whimpering dog I checked my phone. It was only one in the afternoon.
I groaned and got to my feet, slowly making my way to my room and plopping on my bed. Wait a second. Plopping wasn't good for the baby, was it? Shit! I wasn't supposed to think about it. Maybe I wasn't allowed to swear either. What if it could read my mind? Goodness, I'm screwed, aren't I?
I, Alessa Grey, am pregnant. Not that happy discovers herself and gets along with children kind of pregnant. More the broken home cannot want or afford a child and has no experience kind of pregnant.
I wasn't ready to care for a child. I had lost my own mother just a few months before. In fact, my moment of weakness that brought me to this stage in my life occurred on that night just hours after the accident.
I couldn't believe that I had been so foolish. I guess I was in shock and panicking. At that point I would have done anything to feel again. It wasn't human to be so numb.
After the night I had watched my mother die, everything seemed to slowly unravel. First, the accusations. Everyone seemed to truly believe I had had a hand in her death. Next came the isolation. With my mother dead and my father gone, I was being raised by my brother, and even he seemed to believe that there was some truth to the rumors. And lastly, this. The mess that had just become a nightmare in the form of a "blessing".
I sat silently on my bed with the palms of my hands pressed against my forehead. Things could only get worse from here, and the saddest thing of all was that I had played a role in the death of my mother. A role that would haunt me for the rest of my life.
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Thank you so much for reading. I'm sorry that I haven't updated in months. Expect a bunch more updates now. I have a bit of free time and inspiration on my hands.
So what do you think about Alessa? Should she tell him soon? What really happened the night her mother died?
Have a good day/night!
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