I slightly shake my head and mouth, “Cole.”
For some reason, he’s the only one I want to see right now. Besides, I know he can keep Adam’s claws off me.
And I need Adam’s damn claws off me.
Elsa retrieves her phone, shoulders pushing backwards. “Back off right now or I’ll call the principal, Adam. Maybe it’s his business.”
He takes a step towards her.
She jams her hand in her backpack. “Come any closer and I’ll blind your fucking eyes with pepper spray.”
Adam’s gaze roams over me one more second, and I hold my breath, only releasing it when his attention breaks from me as he snarls at Elsa, “Stupid fucking bitch.”
Elsa keeps watching him with that rigid posture and determined look until he gets into his vehicle and leaves.
I fall back against my car, hugging my stomach.
It’s going to be fine, baby.
It’s over.
It’s all over.
“Are you…okay?” Elsa stops in front of me.
I can’t believe she, of all people, helped me. After all the drama I’ve brought to her relationship with Aiden, I would have expected her to beat me up again or something.
At least, that’s what I thought when she caught me vomiting in the bathroom the other day.
Instead, she asked me if I needed help.
She’s the polar opposite of Aiden, and maybe that’s why they fit so well.
“You didn’t have to do that,” I whisper. “I…I need to go. Forget what I said earlier. Don’t mention a word about this to Cole.”
If he knows, he’ll blame me, not Adam. He’ll come after me for hiding this from him.
I need to talk to Frederic about it. He’s a PR genius, he can tell me how to deal with this in the best way that won’t hurt Papa.
He’ll also want to murder me, but I’ll take that.
I wish I could also tell Frederic about the pregnancy, but he’d tell me to get rid of it. That’s what everyone would say.
Cole included.
And that hurts more than I’d like to admit.
“You should tell Aiden,” Elsa says.
“What does he have to do with anything? King didn’t tell you?”
“Tell me what?”
“Whatever. It’s not my place.” I open my car’s door and slide inside. “I won’t say anything until you talk to him.”
“About what?”
“What do you think?”