Page 57 of Bullied Pregnant Mate

I watched her turn and head down the stairs. I stood frozen for a moment when Wendy stopped next to me. "Is she okay?"

"Yeah," I lied, looking at her. "She's fine."

Wendy glared at me. "That didn't look fine."

It didn't, but I didn't understand what could be wrong. Things were fine. Everyone was getting along. The girls were asking her simple questions and even smiling at her.

"She just needed a moment," I said.

When she didn't come back ten minutes later, I went looking for her. I found her outside, standing near a tree by the fire trucks. The rain was gentle now, coming down softly. She had her back to me, her arms crossed as she stared ahead.

"Hey," I spoke softly, and she turned, looking over her shoulder at me.

"Food is going to get cold," I said.

She didn't answer, and I stuffed my hands into my pocket, unsure of what to do.

"I think I'm going to go home."

I frowned. "You haven't eaten."

"I'm not feeling hungry," she said. "I'm tired. Thank them for inviting me, though. Can you thank them all up there for me?"

Before I could even say anything, Gina started to walk away, and I stood frozen, watching her. I was confused. I didn't understand what went wrong, and after a few minutes of watching her drive away, I started to grow angry.

I invited her to meet everyone, and she had just left. She didn't even eat. She didn't even have to eat if she wasn't hungry,but at least get to know everyone. She couldn't just stay wrapped up in the cocoon she had at home like the rest of the world didn't exist.

I tried stuffing the anger down as I went back upstairs. Laura was standing in the kitchen and looked at me. "Where did Gina go? Did we scare her off?"

I simply shrugged.

Laura frowned, giving me a pitiful expression. "She left, didn't she?"

I nodded, grabbing myself a plate.

Laura gave me a soft smile. "It takes time to adjust."

I gave her a nod, not wanting to talk about it. If I spoke about it, the anger would only continue to build.

After eating, I left early myself. As I drove, the anger started to grow from a simmer to a boil. By the time I got to the house, I was pissed.

When I got up to the house, Gina was sitting in the living room with a spoon in her mouth and ice cream in her lab. Her eyes were on the TV, watching a movie I had thrown in earlier.

I stormed inside and stopped in the entryway. I crossed my arms as I took her in. "I thought you weren't hungry?"

She looked at me, pulling the spoon from her mouth. "I don't think this really counts as food."

I scowled. "Why did you leave?"

She frowned. "I wasn't feeling good."

"Bullshit, Gina!"

She looked thrown as I took a few more steps towards her. "Why the hell did you leave like a kid? I don't understand.Everything was fine. Everyone was polite and nice to you, and you just up and left. You didn't even have the decency to say goodbye!"

She licked her lips, setting the spoon into her tub of ice cream. "Yes, they were extremely nice. And I felt out of sorts."

I threw my hands out. "I don't get it. You tell me you wish for something different, and I'm showing you it."

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