All Chapters of Too Young To Want Him: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Her stomach dropped. Panic gripped her chest. How could she be so stupid? Had anyone walked in last night, a maid? Worse still, what should happen in case her parents returned earlier? Her hands covered her face, and she was breathing rapidly. She tossed the bedding off, and crawled to the floor, snatching up her garments from the chair. She could not lift her jeans and her top because her hands trembled. Each movement was clumsy, and her body was not willing to do it. She was at length dressed, and glancing down, deepened her breath and ran down the stairs. There was a slight odor of coffee and eggs in the kitchen. Marcus stood there, by the stove, turning something in a pan. He looked up, and his face momentarily hardened into an expression of paralyzed amazement, and then sank into composure. "Morning," he said carefully. "You're up early." "Uh... yeah. Morning," Ava mumbled. Her voice was tight. She made attempts to smile but she was unable to, she knew that what had occurred

Time flew by after Bella's birthday. The entire Marcus episode became a load on her heart, and eventually, thoughts of him slipped away from her but still a compulsion for her. Always beside her at school, helping her across the awkward bylanes of her social life was Riley. Right now, Ava was at her usual place in class, right next to Riley. She just stared, her eyes drawn blank at the notebook just in front of her. The words merged, and none of them made sense. There came a thud when the door was slammed open against the wall. Ava flinched with the sound. Mark entered and was a sight of red rage. All heads turned to him in the classroom."Ava! You have to listen to me!" he bellowed. His voice echoed along the room.Ava froze, a pen slipping from her fingers. Her heart raced, while the adrenaline pumped through her body, sending her stomach into knots. At that moment, he was all but impossible to ignore as his looming presence seemed to shrink the room. "Uh-huh. I don't want to ta

Ava was a shadow of her mom as she followed her into the house.This over-heavy thud of the front door closed behind them, and it was far too noisome in her ears. She weighed her body, as every step was hard. She was still reeling at the hospital, at the thought of the word pregnant and that you will marry him.Pat didn't ask Ava to sit down.She placed her handbag on the table in an orderly manner and turned about to look directly at her daughter.Now, Pat said, calmly but sharply,” Youare going to do as I tell you to.”Ava swallowed. “Mom”“No.” Pat raised a finger. “You’ve said enough for today.”Ava closed her mouth. Her hands were shaking next to her.Pat passed by the girl and began straightening the cushions, which were already straight, adjusting the things that were not necessary. When she was in a temper, that was her job.“I called a doctor already,” Pat went on. “A real one. And not a certain clinic you saw today, you see.Her heart skipped. “You… you called a doctor?”Sur

Ava listened to the doorbell being rung, and her heart sank.She sat in her room, on a chair by the edge of her bed and was twisting her fingers. Her hands were sweaty, and her heart was beating too wildly. She had been anticipating this, but now that it had come, she would have wished to vanish.Come down, Patricia called sharply from down the stairs.Ava shut her eyes for a second. "Be strong," she told herself. "Just get through this."She got up and walked out of her room. Every step on the staircase was a step into obscurity, as though she were going into something which she could never get out of.Mark was standing in the living room.He was not any different; he had his curly hair slightly dishevelled, his hands thrust into his pockets, but he was tense in his face. His eyes spotted Ava at once, and his look was altered by perplexity to surprise."What is this about?" Mark asked, his voice tight. "Your mom said it was urgent."Patricia folded her arms. "You two need to talk. Al

Mark was sitting on the couch of Bella, all stiff and stuff, with his hands wrapped up. The room was much warmer than it ought to be, and the silence that lay between them was pressing his heart to death. Bella didn’t even sit. She had simply stood there, with her arms crosswise, and with all her keen eyes. No longer that easy smile of which she was usually the possessor. This Bella was all self-possessed, watchful, and no purchaser. Begin at the very beginning, she said. Mark frowned. “I’ve already told you.” “Not enough,” Bella replied. “Try again.” Mark sighed and leaned back. “Ava is pregnant. She says it’s mine.” Bella threw back her head a little. “And?” “And her mom called me. Said we needed to talk. I should have taken responsibility, said Said. Bella’s eyes narrowed. “You skipped a part.” Mark looked away. “What part?” Where this comes in, Bella said in a flat tone of voice. Mark clenched his jaw. It did occur before our separation. Bella stepped clo