Satans baby mama (Dylan O'brien)

Chapter 29

Cali's PoV

Dylan.

I turned around to face Dylan.

I stared at him with glossy eyes

"Go on, tell me what you want to hear" he said sounding like he was trying to act aggressively yet it sounded softy. I just stared at him for a while before shaking my head

I didn't know what I wanted to hear

"I don't know" I whispered and sat down on my bed.

"I'll leave" Johnny said awkwardly before going

"I wish I could comfort you, honestly he's causing raging hormones to run though you, it's making you feel things you wouldn't normally feel and I understand that, you should too, the hormones will die down and you'll lose these feelings" he whispered and sat next to me.

"But you were the one who kissed me, your not fucked on hormones" I argued

"I'm about to be a father, it's fucking me up too" he whispered and placed his hand on my stomach. I was going to push him hand off me but remembered it was his baby. Wasn't mine. I couldn't tell him to back away, because I was his donkey, carrying his heavy load. I was his donkey. A man and donkey is a relation ship for work related, not love (its getting weird now)

I sighed

"I'm such a hormonal bitch I'm sorry, let's just push these feelings aside until they subside" I said and turned to look him in the eyes. He nodded

"Agreed"

"You go back to hell, do your thing, and I'll see you when he needs you" I said and looked down to my stomach

"Okay" Dylan then ducked down "be good for her now, she deserves only the best, she's going though a lot carrying you-"

"Just go now please" I whispered out and placed my hand on his shoulder and pushed him away slightly. I could feel tears forming and I didn't want Dylan to make it emotional for me. Me nodded and stood himself up and started to walk back then vanished

I couldn't help but collapse onto my bed and allow the tears to flow.

I was so confused and scared and felt like I was trapped in a cage. I mean I was. I was trapped with Dylan until the baby was born and honestly I didn't want this anymore. Not now that feelings have come along and decided to fuck everything up.

My door opened and in walked mum

"I herd yelling" she said quietly. Oh shit "baby why are you crying" she asked as she came closer to me.

"I just got into a fight with a friend" I whispered then grabbed hold of my stomach "and I'm scared"

"I'm sorry, but remember to stay calm, not good for the baby to be stressed out" she whispered as she rubbed my back. I nodded "and your nearly done with this, there's nothing else to worry about it will be fine" she rubbed my back. I then herd a giant crash from downstairs "Bastards, sorry let me sort the twins out" she said before she hurried out my door. I stayed sat on my bed and wiped away my tears and then placed my hands on my stomach

"This donkey is a little tired, sorry, I'll keep moving for you, promise"