Pregnant For My Bully

Amelia Forbes

As I walked through the doors at school, I immediately knew something was wrong. Everyone I passed gave me weird looks and kept pointing at me.

When I looked away they would begin to talk in murmurs about something I couldn’t hear.

My mind raced as I increased my pace. What could’ve happened now?

No. Please. It can’t be.

Adrian couldn’t have. . .

I clutched by books tightly to steady myself as I shook rapidly from head to toe. Why must everything bad happen to me? I refused to let the tears beginning to form in my eyes fall as I shoved my backpack into my locker and proceeded to look for somewhere to hide.

As I hurried away I came across Jason, Kimberly and the rest of their gang leaning against the lockers.

Kimberly eyed me as she sighted me.

“Slut.” Someone coughed.

I pretended not to hear, turning away.

“Went to get yourself pregnant didn’t you?”

That stopped me in my tracks. No, no. I felt my anxiety begin to skyrocket. How did they know?

“I thought she was different.”

“Girls like her who pretend are the worst of them all.”

“I still can’t believe it.”

“Who do you think the father is?”

Like that I kept hearing the murmurs, the laughter, the sneering, the accusing looks. Tears pooled in my eyes. But I knew letting them fall would mean confirming their accusations. So I kept my chin up and walked away.

I searched for an empty classroom where could I sit and catch my breath. Finding one I rushed in and shut the door behind me.

Silently, I cried. Why would Adrian do this to me? I trusted him. Something still didn’t sit right with me. It didn’t seem like he would betray my trust.

But he was the only one who knew about this.

The sound of someone opening the door and walking in jolted me from my thoughts.

Jason hissed when he saw that I sat there. On a second glance he smirked, walking up to me.

“Pregnant huh?” He laughed. “I always knew you were a slut.”

I stood to my feet in anger and faced him. “Let’s see if you’d still find it funny when everyone finds out you’re the father.”

His face froze and he grabbed me, shoving me hard into the wall. “I know what this is. You wanna be popular huh?” He laughed again. “Unpopular nerd, pregnant for popular jock. Quick rise to popularity. You’re so pathetic, Amelia.”

Something exploded in my chest. He thought this was about popularity? A tear dropped from my eye. Jason was the cause of everything that was happening right now, my mess of a life, and this was all he thought of me?

I was numb all over again. Laughing without knowing why exactly, I released myself from his grip and slowly walked away.

Amelia Forbes

I felt light as I walked down the empty hall two hours after school had closed for the day, not knowing where I was going.

Someone held me by the shoulders and I looked up to see Adrian, alarm written all over his face.

“Oh my God, Mel, I’ve been looking all over for you. I thought you’d gone home.”Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

I was silent. A strange look came over his face as he sighed. “You’ve heard haven’t you?”

The blank look I gave him told him that I had and he placed a hand on my shoulder. “Apparently the doctor that attended to you is a friend of Malia’s dad who also works in the hospital. I think she overheard.”

Oh. So it was her. The only thing I was grateful for was that it wasn’t Adrian.

I nodded, beginning to walk away. He stopped me by placing a hand on my shoulder.

Swallowing with difficulty he whispered, “D-d-did Jason. . . do this to you?”

Confused and disoriented, I nodded blankly, not caring if he believed me or not.

He inhaled sharply letting out a string of curses. Not wanting him to see me cry, I fled, knowing exactly where I was going.

I stared down at the 6 feet pool, wondering how deep it was. Wondering how the water would feel against my skin.

I couldn’t breathe as the tears choked me. “I-I’m so sorry, Nana. I love you so, so much. I-I tried to stay strong but I’m so tired.”

I let myself sob openly. I was tired of the drama. The bullying. The self hate. The fear. I was tired of not being good enough.

“I can’t keep living like this.” My now hoarse voice came out in a whisper.

Zipping up my hoodie, I blew my nose and wiped my eyes.

I walked to the edge of the pool, staring into space.

And I jumped.