All Chapters of Pregnant For My Bully : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I grip my book tight to my chest as I run in tears, making my way to the bathroom. The tears, clouding my eyes make it difficult for me to see properly and I bump into someone, the chocolate on my body affecting the clothes of the person. ‘I'm so sorry,’ I sniff, not raising my head to even see who it is. I make to leave, but an arm is outstretched in front of me and connects with the wall, preventing me from leaving. The chocolate poured on me is sticky and I want nothing more than to lock myself up in the girl's bathroom and cry my eyes out on why my life is always the most miserable. I clean my tears and make to raise my head, but then he places his arm on my head and forces it to stay still, making me unable to see who it is, but my instincts are already screaming his name. Jonathan. I can already tell by his veiny forearms. ‘Look at you, so weak,’ he tuts, giving me a condescending look. I don't raise my head to see him, but I can feel it. ‘Please…’ I stuttered. ‘Let m

I can't breathe. I literally can't breathe! Someone, get me an interpreter because I don't quite understand what this doctor is talking about.I am partially disabled. Huh? What did I do? I have heard there is a creator of the universe. An almighty. But why, hmm? Why does he always find pleasure in watching me live a miserable life like an episode after an episode?I got chocolate thrown on me, I had gotten physically assaulted, and I got hit by a car (which was totally my fault), but still? Now that I decided to help myself earn money and go to college, I can't use my right hand? The most important one? Is this a joke or some sort of prank?Damn, almighty, this is 100- nil. This game of life isn't fair and I want you to please, please take it away from me.'Take me away you bastard!' I cry out this time, startling both Jonathan's dad, my mom and the doctor.'I'm sorry,' I lowered my head and rested my head back on the pillow, sighing. No wonder I wasn't able to raise it when I wanted

My eyes widen. Celine yelps in surprise as Jonathan's face moves to the side from the impact of Alistair's fist.What has he done?!Jonathan only smirks and wipes off the blood on his nose. Then his smirk turns into a full-blown laugh.'I'm tired of you treating everyone like they're beneath you. Especially Seraphina,' Alistair barks, but Jonathan keeps laughing like a maniac.'Oh, you've outdone yourself, Partridge,' he says and stands straight. Then he lands a punch on Alistair's nose. And again, and again. He kept throwing repeated punches in his face.Celine stands and tries to calm both of them, but they don't listen. I tried to stand, and I fortunately did, but my legs hurt, but then I stand up. 'Jonathan!' I call out in a loud voice, limping like a kid till I am next to him. He seems to listen because he stops his eyes widening. Then Celine rushes to grab Alistair, moving him away from there.'This isn't over, Alistair, I will deal with you!' Jonathan says and pushes me to the

CHAPTER SEVEN Jonathan’s POV The hospital air tastes like disinfectant and boredom. I’ve been stuck in that room so long, the damn walls are starting to feel like they’re closing in. The second my phone buzzes in my pocket, I take the excuse. I get up, stretch my legs, and step out into the hallway, running a hand through my hair. The call is nothing. It was just my father barking about work, responsibility and how she was doing. I tell him I’m still at the hospital, keeping an eye on Seraphina as he asked, and I can hear the sharp breath on the other end like he is happy with my statement. Then he goes ahead to tell me that I should take good care of her, that she will be my sister soon and that he'll be here with her mother tomorrow. I end the call, annoyed as to why he is reminding me of the fact that I would soon be siblings with her. I didn't want to be siblings of any sort with her. I sigh and slip the phone back into my pocket, needing to take a breather. I don't know wha

The door opens and two people step in. I can't make out their silhouettes from here until they step into my ward and switch on the light. ‘Sera!’ Celine sighs and hurries over to me, sitting right on the side of my bed, her fingers pushing hair out of my face while Alistair leans against the wall, crossing his arms. ‘Oh my God, you don't look like you're getting better. And your head? It Is burning! What are the doctors doing? Aren't they coming to check on you?’ She asks, her words are rushed as her hands plaster all over on my face, trying to check and gauge my temperature. I sigh and roll my eyes at her melodramatics and, use my free hand that isn't connected to IV drips to pull her hands away from my face. ‘Celine, I'm fine. It's literally just a little fever.’She frowns, not convinced. ‘A little fever? Sera, you look like death warmed over. It is not just a little fever! I see you got run over by that truck so—’‘Let her be, Celine,’ Alistair scoffs with an eyeroll, ‘You are