Chapter 14: Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Five

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I couldn't believe what I had put myself into.

"Stephen sit down," I tried to order, my voice shaking slightly due to fright. What is Trevor going to think of me, if he's seen me fall right back into Stephen's arms?

"Don't be scared of this doofus Melanie. I'll deal with him." Stephen stated, glancing at me, his dark eyes brightening in the slightest.

"Stephen don't," I gasped pulling him back by his arm.

"You’re touching him now! Wow Mel! You can forget about the wedding at this rate!" Trevor growled storming out of the restaurant. His words burnt into my heart and before I knew it I was turning to run after him.

"Get away from me," I hissed when Stephen's hand gripped my arm, keeping me in my place. With a quiet growl, he released my arm and I sprinted out of the restaurant ignoring anyone and everyone in my way. I could see Trevor stomping away and holding his hand up to hail a taxi that was driving his way.

"Trevor wait please!" I cried, sprinting towards him, his head turned in my direction and then back to where the cab had stopped.

"Please don't call off the wedding. Please Trevor, I love you and you love me. Don't call it off over something stupid," I begged, reaching him just in time

"Something stupid?! If I hadn't come at that time, you would have probably kissed the bastard and here you are telling me that you love me? In fact, I bet you still like him or in fact love him?" He exclaimed, yelling down at me from his height.

"Of course I don't!" I quickly lied, a bit too quickly if I had to say so.

"Then why were you about to kiss him? Just don't talk to me right now please. Just...give me some time to think Melanie." He sighed, getting into the taxi. I didn't and wasn't going to loose him just because I let my guard down for a second. I couldn't. I love him. Not replying as I wiped away my tears, I watched him turn his face away from me as the taxi began to drive away.

"I'm so sorry Melanie, I didn't know that ---," Jessica started

"Just shut up. I get it. You’re sorry," I glared at her, barging past, as her innocent green eyes gazed at me in sorrow and regret, so much that I instantly had to look away. Making my way back into the restaurant, all eyes were on me and Stephen, Robert and Debbie instantly stopped talking when I arrived back to the table. Snatching up my possessions, I refused to talk, scared that I would burst into tears and so held my tongue.

"Where are you going?" Robert asked

"Melanie, it’s not our fault. Say something." Debbie pleaded as I turned and started towards the door again.

"No Debbie it’s not your fault, its his. If he hadn't invited you none of this would have happened and if he did it so that he could become closer to you then fine, except he could have just invited you and not him as well." I explained, enjoying the breeze as it helped to hold back my tears

"It doesn't matter anyway he ----," Robert began, his voice full of distaste.

"What do you mean it doesn't matter? Trevor just called the wedding off. Does my happiness mean nothing to you? Do you never want to see me happy again, like before?" I challenged, appalled by his attitude. He didn't even know Trevor a 10th of how I knew him. How dare he say that it didn't matter!

"I'm sure he didn't mean it like that," Debbie defended

"I meant exactly what I said and I'm not about to take it back," Robert retorted

"Fine." I snapped, walking away as the two argued amongst themselves. I only then noticed that Stephen hadn't said anything and when I turned around, I noticed that he wasn't even in sight. However, where he disappeared to wasn't of my concern. For all I cared he could have died from blood deprivation, who cares?! Not me!

After waiting ten minutes in the cold, I hopped in a taxi, just as Debbie came running towards me.

"I'll talk to him for you, don't worry about it Mel, everything will be okay. The wedding will still be on and I will still be there cheering you on as a bridesmaid, okay

," She tried to comfort me, with a small smile and nod; I waved her off trying to ignore my brothers hard eyes watching me from a distance.

Work was quiet for the rest of the day. No one disturbed me and I was not sure whether had just been a coincidence or if Jessica had once again opened her enormous mouth telling everyone my business as though it was her own.

"Have you done the assignment Margaret sent you?" Martin asked, walking into my office. As I was trying to form words, my emotions just turned on and I busted into tears. In panic and shock, Martin quickly closed my office and rushed over to me, comforting my awkwardly, trying to assure me that everything would be alright but it wouldn't. Stephen was back in the neighbourhood and now everything has turned upside down. In fact I hope that he has died of blood deprivation. It was his duty to. I mean he was a bloodsucker, created by the devil and right now he was acting like one, turning my life around and giving me problems.

"I think that you should lay off the wedding planning for a while if your gonna be this stressed," Martin suggested, misinterpreting the situation, informing me that Jessica has not told everyone, or at least him, yet.

"Maybe I should," I chuckled, wiping my face dry with a tissue that Martin had supplied me with. When my work day was over, I headed home feeling sick and tired, whilst taking a shower, my stomach decided to turn against me and I ended up jumping out and throwing up both my breakfast and the lunch I had eaten. The stress that I was having was definitely having a serious negative effect on my body. I was already slim as it was, even conscious that I was too skinny, throwing up definitely wasn't the way to go for me. Falling asleep after hours of crying, I woke up with swollen eyes. Just what I needed. Trying to cover my tired face with make-up and not in the mood to eat, I headed out to work, feeling even more depressed when I realised that Trevor wasn't going to be accompany me to work or kiss me goodbye with his soft, warm lips. Stalking into work, I didn't glance in Jessica's direction as I smiled enthusiastically at everyone else in the office when behind closed doors I was peeling apart slowly. I couldn't handle having lost two people who meant so much to me. I had to get him back.

Excusing myself, eager not to have my heart broken without it being my decision, I headed to Trevor's house first. Knocking on the door rapidly, I heard shuffling before the door was pulled open slightly and left.

"What do you want? To tell me that your running back to him?" Trevor quizzed his voice neutral. Watching him as he fell back onto his leather sofa, not watching me, I took in his red, tired looking eyes.

"Yes Trevor that's exactly what I came to do." I lied, my heart wishing it were true. His eyes snapped to mine in horror and his eyes narrowed as did his forehead.

"Don't joke like that Melanie. Its not funny." He hissed

"Then why would you ask such a stupid question?" I scoffed, staring at him.

"Maybe because I caught you about to kiss him even though we're supposed to be getting married in less than three weeks," Trevor retorted

"I obviously wouldn’t have kissed him." I stated, even though I wasn't truly sure if it was true.

"How do I know that Melanie? How can I trust you?” Trevor questioned

“You can trust me like I trusted you after you cheated. I didn’t even do anything,” I informed him; reminding him that he could not judge me.

“Why are you bringing that up Melanie? It was a mistake. I apologised.” Trevor began to shout.

“Exactly, it was a mistake. So was this! You don’t get it! It will never happen again, I promise, just don’t give up on me, us,” I pleaded again

“One last chance.” Trevor compromised

“One last chance Trevor.” I repeated, feeling my heart begin to beat without any pain.

“You know I can’t leave you Mel,” Trevor replied, standing up and pulling me into him, holding me closely to his body and I did to him, my eyes beginning to water at the thought of him leaving me.

“On one condition.” Trevor said, pulling me away from him and wiping away a stray tear.

“Anything,” I agreed willingly

“You have to stay away from him, Stephen. If you don’t we’re over.” Trevor tried to conciliate. I immediately felt my heart sink, but overlooked.

“I will stay away from him,” I promised. If it was what I had to do to keep him with me, then I could do it. Anything as I had previously said. Trevor kissed me softly and led me backwards into his bedroom.

Three days went past and I had been Stephen free. My brother wasn’t speaking to me once again which made me a little upset, however since I wasn’t sure why he didn’t want me with Trevor and he refused to explain his reasoning to me, I couldn’t do much about it. Jessica had apologised every day since I and Trevor had gotten back together even though I had not told her. I chose to forgive her as long as if I went out to lunch, that she did not inform anyone, including my mother where I was if they were not invited. There were only two full weeks, excluding this weekend until my wedding and so my mother had been at my house for the part two days helping me organise it, with Trevor’s money of course.

“I just love those colours together,” My mother gleamed, pointing to white and pink. Just as I was about to reply, I felt my dinner pushing its way up my throat and ran to the bathroom, empting my stomach as I had done some days ago, due to stress. The only difference was that I was not stressed.

“If you hadn’t liked the colours that much then you could have just told me,” My mother joked, holding my hair back as I continued down the toilet, feeling awful afterwards.

“Maybe something I ate didn’t agree with my stomach,” I commented, brushing my teeth and washing my face.

“Sorry darling, just get an early night tonight. We’ll continue in the morning, or whenever you get up,” My mother suggested, leading me to my bedroom. As she left, I looked in my wardrobe for something to wear and came across a pregnancy test, moving it to the side, since I had brought it years ago, in case of anything; I noticed the pack of untouched pads.

“Mum what’s the date?” I yelled, wondering why they had been untouched

“The 2nd March,” My mother shouted back and I felt my body freeze. I had missed my period. Trying not to panic since the date sometimes changed, I went to the kitchen and drank two cups of water.

“Someone’s thirsty,” My mother added, making me choke slightly. Rushing to the bathroom, I did as the instructions directed and paced back and forth in the bathroom, waiting for three minutes to past by.

Three minutes had gone and the stick had a plus sign on it. Checking the box I realised what it meant and almost fainted.

I was pregnant.