All Chapters of Pregnant For My Bully : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

~ Seraphina’s POV‘I knew it!’Celine screams like she just saw the second coming of her celebrity crush. Popcorn spills everywhere. I jolt, pulling my hand back from Jonathan’s like I touched a live wire. My pulse is doing the cha-cha in my ears.‘What?’ I say, voice high and panicked.Celine turns, eyes wide. ‘She’s the killer’s sister! The one from the beginning of the movie! I called it! I said it during the trailer!’Alistair lets out a low whistle. ‘You did, actually. Creepy psychic level stuff.’Jonathan lets out a breath beside me, disappointment and a flash of anger in his eyes, I can’t tell. Maybe both. I slide my hand under the throw pillow, pretending it was just resting there, not doing emotionally compromising nonsense.‘I wasn’t even paying attention,’ I mutter.Jonathan glances at me, his eyes saying, No shit.The rest of the movie is a blur of screams, gore, and jump scares. My nerves aren’t focused on the blood soaked screen. They’re wrapped tight around the weight o

Chapter 44~Seraphina's POVThe hallway feels longer than usual. Like it’s stretching itself on purpose, bending into some cruel optical illusion made to mess with me. Each step sounds louder than the last, echoing in the dead air…at least to me, it feels dead. My palms are damp. I keep rubbing them down the sides of my jeans like it’ll fix anything. Oh God. I’m not sure what I did. I swear I didn’t do anything. Not detention-worthy at least. Not even sarcasm-worthy.The principal doesn’t call students to the office unless someone’s died. Or unless someone’s about to. Or someone's about to get real cooked. Or you're a very, very important person, like… your parents are stinking rich.I swallow hard.As I near the door, I slow down. I don’t know why. Instinct maybe. That bone-deep sixth sense that things aren’t right. Because they’re not. The door is slightly open. Not enough to see in, just a sliver, but I hear voices.One of them is deep. Definitely a male. His voice was cold and l

~Jonathan’s POVI sit there in the cafeteria, poking at the half-eaten sandwich on my tray, but my mind isn't on the food. It's on Seraphina. Principal Carmichael called her into his office right after lunch started. What the hell could he want with her? She's not the type to get in trouble. She's mostly quiet, keeps to herself. She doesn't cause waves. But something feels off. My gut twists and I get that nagging pull I get when things aren't right. I glance at the clock. She's been gone for too long. Classes will start soon, and she should be back by now.I push my tray away and stand up. Screw finishing lunch. I need to see her, make sure everything's okay. The cafeteria buzzes around me. Other students laughing, trays clattering, but it all fades as I weave through the tables and head for the door. The hallways are starting to fill with students heading to their next period, but I ignore them, scanning faces for hers. No sign. My steps pick up, that bad feeling growing heavier in

~Seraphina’s POV The world floats back slowly, like waking from a dream I can’t escape. My head throbs. A dull, relentless ache pulses behind my eyes like it has a life of its own. My mouth tastes of chemicals, sharp and bitter, and my tongue feels heavy, stuck to the roof of my mouth. I’m slumped against something hard, the cold concrete biting into my back. My wrists burn, the rope cutting into them, binding my hands behind me. I try to move, but my body protests, sluggishly and faintly like I’m underwater. The air smells of rust and damp, and somewhere nearby, water drips in a steady rhythm. I blink, forcing my eyes to focus. The room is dim, and the only thing lighting it is only a flickering bulb hanging from a chain. Crates are stacked around me, casting shadows to the floor. My heart jumps. Where am I? The last thing I remember is Roy’s hand on my wrist, his sneer and the cloth over my face. I also remember Alistair’s voice, shouting my name as everything went dark. My ches

~Seraphina’s POVJonathan’s arms are around me, his breath heavy and shaky against my hair. His shirt is slightly wet with blood and sweat, but I hold tight on to him, my fingers digging into his back. My body shakes, every bruise and cut stinging like crazy, but his warmth is the only thing keeping me from falling apart. The warehouse is silent now, except for the faint groans of Roy’s guys and the distant drip and lapping of water. Roy is slumped against the wall, unconscious, his face a mess of blood. Jonathan pulls back slightly, his hands cupping my face. His eyes search mine, wide and desperate, blood trickling from a cut on his brow. ‘Sera, can you walk? We need to get out of here.’ His voice is rough and urgent, but there’s something soft in it, something that makes my chest tighten in a way I don’t want to think about.I nod, even though my legs feel like jelly. ‘I think so.’ My voice is weak, barely a whisper. It feels raw from screaming. I try to stand, but my knees buckle