Semua Bab Pregnant For My Bully : Bab 31 - Bab 40

~ Seraphina’s POV ~The sound of glass breaking echoes and rechoes in my head, and the sound is loud and sharp in my head.I’m not sure what I see first when he came in. I don’t know if it's the glint and the fire from when he shot the gun or the way his body slams over mine, hard and fast, a wall of warmth and muscle pressing me flat against the mattress.He casually has a gun?He causally has a gun!Oh my God.His breath is in my ear. His heartbeat thunders against my back.‘Don’t move,’ he growls.I freeze. Not just because he says it, but because I physically can’t do anything else. Every inch of me is vibrating. It is shaking like I’m being peeled out of my own skin.I can’t think.I can’t blink.I can’t breathe without hearing that shot again. It keeps ringing—over and over again in my brain.Jonathan shifts. Just enough to aim past me. His hand is steady. Too steady. Like this isn’t the first time he’s had to do this.Like violence is a language he speaks fluently.Something cr

~ Jonathan’s POV ~She’s asleep.Not fully. Not peacefully.But her head is still on my shoulder, and her breathing’s evened out enough to tell me she’s slipped into something close to rest. Maybe exhaustion forced it. Maybe the fire lulled her into something safe for once.I haven’t moved.Not in over an hour.My arm is numb, and my shirt is sticking to the gash on my shoulder, but I don’t care.Because Seraphina Puckett is leaning on me like I’m not the boy who used to make her cry in the school hallways. Like I’m not the one who once called her a ghost behind her back, because she always looked like she was floating through the world, silent and distant.I was such a coward back then. Picking at her because I didn’t know what else to do with the ache she gave me.And now she’s bleeding and shaking and scared, and I’d burn the whole world down to keep her safe.Her fingers twitch against the blanket. Like she’s still fighting something in her sleep.I hate that for her.I hate that

~ Seraphina’s POV ~The ding from my phone cuts through the silence like a slap in the face. I jolt, my chest feeling tight, and my head turning so fast my neck cracks. For a second, I think I imagined it. The phone hadn’t made a sound all night, not even a buzz. Not like I expected one anyways. It’s still where I left it, on the low table next to the fireplace, the screen lighting up again with a soft glow.One message.From a name I don’t remember saving.It's Jonathan I see on the screen. His name, rather.I stare at it for a beat, my heart hammering in my chest.What the hell?I reach for the phone with a weird kind of hesitation, like it might bite me. The moment my fingers curl around it, I feel heat under my skin and a twist in my chest.I open the message.‘I had to leave early. A car will be there for you in 5 minutes. You’ll be safe.’No emojis. No punctuation. Just straight and cold. Just like the real Jonathan. But I know him enough now to see the quiet in it. The way he

~ Seraphina's POV ~The door slams open so hard it rattles in its hinges.I flinch like I’ve been caught stealing something from a tiny kid.'What the hell was that scream?!' comes the shrill voice of my mother, dragging behind it the scent of floral perfume and wine. Her face is a ruin of makeup. Her foundation was messed up, eyeliner smudged, mascara tears running like they’ve got a vendetta. Her eyes are wild, and her heels click against the tiles like a metronome of judgment. It seems to me like she was in the middle of her makeup and my scream shocked her that she ha made such a mess. I scramble, my body reacting before my brain catches up. The glass box is still on the windowsill, the note, the screwdriver, the finger.The goddamn finger.'Just a spider,' I lie, my voice wobbling. 'It—it was on me. I freaked out.'She makes a sound, somewhere between disgust and disdain and waves her hand.'You screamed like someone was stabbing you. For a bug? Jesus, Seraphina.''I didn’t slee

~Seraphina’s POVEthan had tried all he could to calm me, but I didn’t need it. I am a calm storm. I know that. I've always been that. It’s everyone else who forgets.After that strange phone call, I’d laughed like a maniac, my voice sounding too high and too sharp. And then lied to Ethan with the practiced ease of someone who's been doing it for years. I told him it was my mother calling me home. Told him it was nothing. Just like I always do.But I don't understand where it all went wrong. Okay, I kinda do because everything’s been wrong since I was a kid—but still, why am I being hunted? Or why does it feel like I’m being hunted? Why do I get strange messages that cling to me like spiderwebs? Why does it feel like I’m being watched every second, like I’ve got blinking red targets pinned to my back wherever I go?Too many whys. Too many shadows that seem to ghost around my life. Too many strange occurrences. And not a single damn answer. Just echoes and ghosts.I grip my bag tighter