Secrets of Us A Forbidden Love Romance (Alina)

Chapter 171

I'm There

It's been a week. A long week.

Seven days of pretending I'm fine, of forcing my hands to stop shaking when I'm eating and I have three pairs of eyes taking in every move I make.

I've spent seven days sleeping alone, curled up on my side of the bed like it's a raft in the middle of an endless ocean.

In the dark.

With nothing but my own fears and anxiety surrounding me.

Jake's been so preoccupied with work that it he hasn't really been able to ask me what's wrong, or as me how I'm feeling. Aiden has been going to school without me and his coach is getting intense, setting more practices and meetings with scouts.

We've all been feeling the pressures of our lives. No one pushes me, but they check in on me, regardless. They ask me if I'm okay with everything now that I'm at home instead of

school.

And I say the same thing every time. I'm fine.

I keep thinking I'll find the courage to call the doctor, but the phone sits next to me, untouched, like it's mocking me. I stare at it for minutes at a time, my thumb hovering

over the screen, and then I just can't.

I'm scared. Of the answer. Of what it means. Of the questions that don't have

answers.

Homeschooling helps a little.

It gives me something to do, something to focus on that isn't the constant nausea

in my

stomach, or is that just nerves? I don't even know anymore. I pour all of me into my

classes, maybe a little too much.

I am avoiding myself too at this point, not just the guys.

popping his head in with a soft smile and eyes that search my face like

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just waiting, like he's giving me space and then waiting

it.

Zaid is different, though.

eyes, his touches softer than they've ever been. A kiss on the cheek when he leaves, his fingers brushing against mine when he passes by. It's not nothing. It's worse than

feels like his patience runs

day. I swallow, trying to ignore the pulse in my throat. I know who it is

opens.

trying to keep my voice

of will. He doesn't step inside right away. His hands are shoved deep in his pockets, his shoulders tight and coiled. His jaw

that he's trying to be

Not demanding, but raw,

only thing I can

he

words, shaking his head like he hates

my nerves as my

like you'd tell me if you wanted me to know. But

spikes, and I press my trembling lips together. "I

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My stomach twists.

Guilt.

Fear.

Shame.

it claws its way through me and makes my

lap, my fingers pulling at the hem of my

couldn't really read it," I

"What do you mean?"

clear. There was maybe

don't know."

and controlled. His fingers twitch at his sides. "Did

tightening. "No.

the words sound and how