Pregnant For My Bully
Chapter 31

Scared out of my mind and unable to see in the dark room, I groped around for a couple of seconds, my lips trembling, until I found the light switch. Without hesitation, I flipped it on. Right before me, standing with his hands tucked into the pockets of his jeans, his face in a hard frown, was Jason.

My heart skipped not one but two beats, palms suddenly going sweaty.

Yes, I was scared of Jason. I mean, it was one thing to stand up to him, and be ready to do it again, but to be in a confined space with him alone? With no one else around? It went without saying that I was frightened. His presence, especially when angry, which was almost always, was intimidating. It freaked the shit out of me.

I quickly covered up my fear, locking eyes with him and holding my head up high. It'll only fuel his ego if he notices any sign of fear.

"What did you think?" He cocked an eyebrow, the shadow cast on his face by the single, overhead bulb giving his face a sinister look. "That you could punch me, humiliate me in front of not just my coach and mentor but my team too and get away with it?" "You started it when you lied to me, got me drunk, made that video and posted it, thereby humiliating me too. So, I guess we're even now," I said in a steady, calm voice.

The next sound that came from him was a low rumble in his throat. Laughter. "We're even? Oh, yes we are, actually. But I'm about to change that, Amelia. Just a few adjustments here and there."

In a flash, he crossed over to me at the end of the room, grabbed the collar of my shirt and shoved me backward into the wall. My back hit the wall hard, sending a pounding sensation up my head. I winced at the sudden throb in my head.

As if pushing me was not enough, Jason reached out and held my jaw, so tight his fingernails dug into the skin of my face. I grabbed his hand, trying to push it off but his grip was strong.

"Let me go," I said, my voice coming out muffled.

"You think you're so badass now, huh?" He stared at me. "You think now you can stand up to me?"

Pushing my face to the side, he dropped his hand.

"Psyche! You're not. You're just a worthless piece of ugly trash," he spat. "No one wants you, midget. No one ever would. Hell, even your own parents couldn't stand you so they f*****g died on you. Your grandma got so bored of your senseless babble she got deaf on you. And Adrian who you think is being nice to you actually just pities you.

"You're pathetic, Amelia. Useless and unworthy of love. You don't deserve any of it and that's why all you ever get is hate, hate and more hate. Why do you think no one talks to you? Why do you think you have no friends? F**k, don't you get it? No one f*****g cares to associate with someone as unlucky as you, so go jump off a bridge or something. Just put yourself out of your goddamn misery already. Save some of us the stress of having to see you every day."

With every hateful word Jason spoke, every spiteful sentence he made, my resolve deflated, getting smaller and smaller until it was nothing but a speck. I recoiled into the wall, my hands to my ears, trying to ward off the voices telling me he was right. Adrian did only pitied me. Who was I to think he felt any other thing but pity for me. And he was right about my parents. I'm pretty sure mom got tired of the fights we always had.

"So, next time you go feeling important, do well to remember all I just told you," Jason continued. "Just to recap them. You're worthless, useless, pathetic and unwanted, Amelia. Always remember that. No one cares for you and no one ever will, especially now they've seen your true colors. You're nothing but a slut. A hypocritical one at that."

"Please, stop," I whispered, tears already streaming down my cheeks. "Please."

"Why, midget?" Jason sneered. "Can't accept the fact that I'm right? That your daddy and mommy left you because they couldn't stand you? That your parents are murderers who snatched my mom from me?" Shutting my eyes tight, I tried to block out his words.

"Go away. Go away. Go away," I muttered over and over, my hands pressing hard against my ears.

"That'll teach you," I heard Jason say, as he stepped back from me.

"Lower your hands," he ordered.

For a minute, I did nothing of that sort, still shaken by his words, until he yelled, "I said, lower your f*****g hands!"

A yelp escaping my lips, I did as he said.

"Now wipe your tears," he said.

Slowly, I wiped away the tears on my face.

"Look at me."

I did as he said.

"Good. Now that stupid move you pulled yesterday should never ever repeat itself again. Is that clear?"

I nodded, his words still echoing in my head.

I was worthless. Useless and dumb. And it was true. I really was all that and more. Or else I wouldn't have fallen so easily for Jason's prank.

"And you continue to do my homework everyday after school in the library, starting from when I resume practice. Speaking of practice, that apology letter, you're gonna write yourself."

On hearing his last statement, I looked at him.

"Yeah, you heard me. You're going to write my apology letter and hand it to me by Thursday for proofreading. You got that?"

I didn't know what to say. My mind was cold and numb.

"I'm sure you did. Oh, that's right, you do know there's a test coming up tomorrow. Physics, isn't it?"

"Chemistry," I muttered.

"Yeah, Chemistry. And what are you supposed to do?"

"Read for both of us."

He smiled. "I'm glad you remember all these. It'd have cost you extra if I had to start listing them off once again. But there is one more added to the list. Stay the f**k away from Adrian. Give him negative vibes so he lays off. Did you get that, Amelia?" I nodded, my eyes cast to my old shoes.

"Do I have to list them off for you again?"

"No," I murmured.

"Good." He tossed something at me. It hit my chest and fell at my feet.

Stooping, I picked it up. It was his homework.

"Bring that in first thing tomorrow morning. If I have to remind you, it won't be an easy reminder."

He stepped to the side then, leaning the path to the door open. "Believing you've heard all I said, you can get out. Leave."

Holding his homework in my hand, my self esteem sitting alone in a dark corner, I trudged past him over to the door, grabbed its handle, twisted and pulled. Then I stepped out, back into the outside world full of people that didn't give a damn if I lived or died.