Pregnant For My Bully
Chapter 49

I

glanced sideways at Amelia as I drove back home.

I would've preferred it if she had to replace her own way there, preferably on foot, but Adrian had suggested I take his car instead to make it easier for us.

His partner lived 3 minutes away from school so he had no issues getting there.

Apparently he was still very concerned about this bitch.

I shot her another icy glare.

She lowered her eyes at my gaze, fumbling with the hem of her shirt, shaky fingers intertwined in her lap.

So she was scared.

Good.

I killed the engine as I got to the house, hoping I wouldn't bump into Miss Gold-digger. She was the last person I wanted to see right now.

Passing through the entrance, I noticed that Amelia wasn't behind me.

Where the hell was she?

I looked back to see her still cowering in the passenger seat.

Rolling my eyes, I shouted, "Bitch you need an invitation?! Get the f**k out of the car."

Irritation ran through me as I wondered how one person could be so many versions of stupid.

She slowly inched her way out of the car, gripping a pile of books in front of her like a shield.

Running out of patience, I thumped towards her and grabbed her roughly, pushing her in front of me. "Walk!" I commanded.

All of a sudden, she broke free. Standing her ground, glared at me, hate flaring in her eyes.

I cocked one eyebrow observing her.

"What are you gonna do, Mel?" I asked tauntingly.

My lips curved into a smile. "You're gonna hit me? Beat me up?" I let out a loud laugh.

"You're such a joker, Mel."

She swallowed, still breathing hard. "You don't have to push me like that. I know how to walk."

I didn't let it show that I was shocked at her impudence.

How the f**k does she go from meek and scared to angry and fiery in a space of two minutes?

Instead I gripped her by the neck and squeezed.

"What was that you were saying, Mel?"

She choked, struggling to breathe. I squeezed harder. Harder. Till the defiance in her eyes began to dissipate. Till only fear remained. She was sobbing now.

F*****g crybaby.

"Stop that," I commanded.

She did as I instructed.

Good.

Satisfied, I regained my hold on her arm and dragged her up the stairs.