Chapter twenty: Crying baby

~~~ I should have known I'd leave alone just goes to show. The blood you bleed it's just the blood you owe. We were pair but I saw you there, too much to bear. You were my life but life is far away from fair. Was I stupid to love you? Was I reckless to help? Was it obvious to everybody else that I've fallen for a lie?~~~

-Nightcore-

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And when the night came, I wasn't really felt surprised when I found him in the living room. There were 4... 5... 6... bottles of beer on the center table and 4 of them were open and I'm sure already empty.

I tried to calm my nerves that it feels like getting nervous and nervous as I took my steps towards the stairs. My plan was to ignore him or pretend not to see him as I was afraid of what would come out of his mouth again.

My stomach growled, indicating that my baby is now hungry. I didn't have a snack this afternoon as I wasn't in the mood to eat, but I think I would rather be more hungry than walk past him and start a conversation with him... if it's really can call a conversation and not a fight... or maybe I would just sneak into the kitchen if he's already asleep.

But I guess it wasn't my lucky day as my name roared throughout the living room before I could even reach the stairs.

"Samantha!"

'Oh, Goodness!' I uttered in shock and turned around slowly. But I didn't look at him as I chose to stare at the artificial plants that placed next to the couch.

"Do you have anything to say?" I asked still not looking at him. My heartbeat started to race when he took his steps towards me.

"Look at me!"

I held my breath. Honestly, it wasn't a yell but still, the anger radiates in it.

"I said fucking look at me, Samantha!"

"What do you want?" I finally decided to look at him as he stopped and left only one-foot distance between us.

"Why did you tell my parents that I wasn't staying here?"

"I didn't---" ( I stopped as I remembered he shouldn't have known the truth that it was Rory and Elaine who informed our parents ) "...they asked where you are and I said I don't know!"

I gulped as I noticed him clenching his jaws.

"Why, what do you want me to tell them?" I sneered. "Isn't it true that you didn't inform me where you are--- oh no, you didn't want to inform me your whereabouts because you said I'm not your mother."

"Then why didn't you just lie? Why didn't you just make an alibi because after all, that's what you're good at, right?"

'Breathe, Samantha... breathe. He's drunk. You don't have to answer him.' I murmured in my head as I stared into his eyes.

"You're drunk." I was about to leave, but he instantly grabbed my wrist and pulled me to him. I bumped into his chest and I again I smelled his cologne that mixed with the scent of beer.

"Enjoying my touch, sweetheart?"

I pushed him in an instant and lowered my head to hide the redness that crept into my face.

"Tss!" He sneered.

"You won't do it again. You won't push me or pull me like that again, I'm sure of it!"

"And care to tell me why?"

"Because in case you have forgotten, I'm pregnant!" He suddenly lost for words. "Now, if you'll excuse me I want to go to my room and take rest!"

"No, we're not finished yet!" He shouted again but this time, he didn't grab my hand. "Why did you tell mom and dad about all the things that happen between us in this house? Why did you fucking tell them that I'm not staying here? Why the hell did you that?"

"Because I want you to stay here! I want to see you every day and even though you're ignoring me, you're always yelling at me, I still want to have at least a short conversation with you. I understand that you couldn't take to see my face and I'm sorry, but I'm not asking these things for myself but for your baby!"

And my fucking tears started to flow over my face again. Why am I such like a crying baby every time he's raising his voice at me?

But instead of giving me at least a small part of his sympathy, no--- because he just laughed at me.

"Do you think I would fall into your drama? Come on, Samantha, come up with a nicer line next time and make your tears believable. You know what, it really pleased me seeing you cry and suffer because of me. Your tears seem like vitamins to my blood, it makes me feel great and wanted to give you more."

"You're a fucking bastard!" I couldn't help shouting in his face as I harshly wiped my tears.

"Oh, tsk.tsk.tsk... you're wrong, sweetheart, because I am certainly more than that. I can also give you more than hell."

"Do it, as if I'm scared!" I shouted again and decided to leave him but not after pushing him with all my strength that he almost lost his balance.

But guess what... he only gave me a sarcastic laugh after that and drank the remaining beer in his hand. I was in the middle of the stairs when he spoke again that made me stop.

"So my dearest Samantha, you want me to stay, huh? You want to see me every day and know all the things I've been doing while I'm gone, then, starting tomorrow, I'll give you what you wish for. I'll start showing you what it really feels like living hell and I'll make sure you would regret asking it."

And he laughed again...and for the first time in almost two years of loving him, I saw him have demon horns on his head. He's right when he told me that I really don't know him yet and that I don't have an idea with who he really is.

"Agh!" I screamed on top of my lungs as soon as I entered my room.

Forming my fists, I let the tears flow down my face. Fucking shit! Why do I love him? Why couldn't I get mad with him after all of this?

But what I didn't know, the tears and sufferings he's giving me right now were just half of what he's going to give me in the following days... and weeks.

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