Pregnant For My Bully
Chapter 21

I woke up, with a start, to the light filtering into my room through the half open curtain, a throbbing head and a parched throat.

Squinting against the mild glare of the sun, I propped myself up on the bed and pushed my hair out of my face, my sore eyes taking in the contents of the room.

"What happened?" I murmured to myself, little bits of the party from last night coming back to me. "How did I get back?"

I tried to recall how I returned home but nothing came to mind. The last I remembered was drinking to the dare they'd given me, which I declined doing.

Figuring I must've gotten really drunk and Jason brought me back to my house, I sighed and swung my legs down from the bed.

I needed an aspirin. Two aspirin. Fast. But first, some water, and then checking in on grandma. Knowing her, she would be up by now.

Speaking of the time, what was the time actually? I twisted my body to look at the alarm clock sitting on the nightstand at the other side of the bed.

It read 9:30am. My alarm clock was thirty minutes, so the time was actually ten o'clock.

"What?!" I exclaimed, shooting up from the bed, which was a bad, very bad move.

The room spun, my wobbly feet gave way and I crumpled to the ground in a heap, suddenly feeling very nauseous. The onslaught of vomit was not too far behind.

Clasping a hand to my mouth I struggled to my feet with the last strength in me, ignoring the headache and the dizziness. The last thing I wanted was to throw up in my room. That'd make a huge mess because the floor was rugged.

I yanked open the door and ran down the stairs, two at a time, straight to the bathroom, passing Nana-in the kitchen-on the way. Getting to the bathroom, I kicked the door open and stumbled to the sink. Then I threw up, retching, coughing and gagging until my stomach felt empty.

Feeling very drained, tired and hungry, I washed my mouth and leaned back from the sink to look at my reflection. My face bore a ghostly look.

"Note to self," I muttered. "Do not ever, ever drink again."

Since I was already in the bathroom, I brushed my teeth right away, rinsed my face and dried it before heading out to meet Nana in the kitchen. "Hey, Nana," I said, walking up to her and hugging her from behind.

We exchanged greetings in sign language before I went over and took my usual spot at the far end of the table.

Just a little more time, she gestured with her hands. I know you must be very hungry.

It's fine. I shrugged with a smile.

Five minutes later, grandma and I were seated for a breakfast of pancakes and maple syrup, bacon and eggs, cornbread and glasses of orange juice. For once, I was actually grateful for grandma's overcooking.

I was halfway through the pancakes when grandma stopped eating to talk with me.

A boy brought you back yesterday. She told me. By 12 in the morning.

12? My eyes bulged.

Yeah, 12. You were passed out.

I'm really sorry, grandma. That wasn't supposed to happen.

It's fine, she shrugged. It was a different boy though. I saw the one who picked you up. It wasn't him. The one that brought you back had dark hair, blue eyes.

What? I frowned. But...

It was in that moment that all the memories from the party came flooding back to me in torrential flashes, like the repeated clicking of a camera. The flame haired guy that was trying to woo me. Jason inviting me to the games, the dares and the drinking. Everything up until then was clear before slowly things began to get hazy. Thin. I'd felt weird after taking my last shot, so I went to the bathroom and... Jason came in shortly after.

"We kissed," I gasped, a hand flying up to touch my lips. "Jason and I... kissed."

But we didn't do just that. Jason touched me. My neck. My breasts.

Remembering the feel of his hands as they caressed my breasts, I dropped the pancake in my hand, my eyes going wide in horror.

And then I remembered the last bit, a memory almost completely buried away but somehow rearing its disappointing head. Jason had fingered me.