The Girl He Marked

Chapter 45

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Myra’s POV

I jerk awake at the sound of my phone vibrating on my bedside table, my heart jumps as I see Jayce’s

caller ID.

‘Hello?’ I answer, wincing at how groggy my voice sounds.

‘Myra? This is Rixon, I’m Jayce’s friend, My hopes sink as I hear a voice that doesn’t belong to Jayce.

‘Is he okay?

‘Yeah, he’s just a little…out of it at the moment, Rixon explains, and I resist rolling my eyes.

He went and got wasted? What a Christian Grey reaction.

Can you come and pick him up? I’ve had a couple myself and I don’t think driving is the best idea, I’m

sorry I know it’s late, Rixon explains, and I feel like saying no and making Jayce stay at the bar by

himself

Sure, what’s the address?’ I ask, typing it into my phone as he recites it.

Tll be there in ten, I tell him, hanging up and pulling on a hoodie over my pajamas.

Stupid drunken idiot making his pregnant girlfriend get up at 2 am to pick him up.

I rant silently to myself as I drive through the deserted streets.

I’m going to kill him tomorrow.

After I’ve had more than 2 hours of sleep.

I follow the directions on my phone, I pull up in front of a bar I’ve never been to and scowl as my eyes

land on Jayce,

He’s sat on a bench outside, his head leaning on some girls’ shoulder, obviously passed out. The man

who I assume is Rixon, is sat next to him, chatting to the girl and her friends.

I get out of the car and march over to them in my oversized hoodie and fluffy slippers.

Sorry to interrupt, I announce, although it’s clear by my tone I’m not sorry in the slightest. The girls look

up at me, with a mixture of disgust and confusion.

‘Myra? I’m Rixon, the guy stands up and offers out a large hand, wow he’s tall, ‘Nice to meet you,’ He

smiles, and I have to force one back.

‘Thanks for calling me, I turn my attention to Jayce who’s head is still on that girls’ shoulder. But to be

fair, his eyes are closed, hopefully he’s oblivious to the situation he’s in.

“Help me get him to the car?” I ask Rixon, he nods and wraps Jayce’s arm around his neck, letting

Jayce lean his weight on him. He supports him as Jayce mumbles something indiscernible, his eyes

still closed. They stagger across the parking lot as I open the door for them, Rixon shoves Jayce in. I

lean inside and clip his seatbelt.

“Well hello beautiful, Jayce slurs, smiling stupidly with half-open eyes.

It’s quite a sight.

‘Shut it, I snap and slam the door on him.

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“Thank you for your help, can I drop you home?’ I ask Rixon, but he shakes his head and smiles at me.

It’s okay. I’ll walk, thanks for getting him, he pauses and glances at Jayce leaning against the car win

dow, his face mushed against the glass, ‘He’s a good guy, he’s just scared you know?‘

‘Yeah, so am li I mumble and Rixon gives my shoulder a squeeze.

‘Good luck, he calls and strolls away, back over to the group of girls who drool appreciatively over his

tattoos

“Fuck my life, I mutter and get back into the car.

“Hi, Jayce grins at me, his eyes still half-open and dazed,

I scowl and reverse out of the bar; I have no patience with a drunk Jayce at 2 am.

I think about how hangover he is going to be tomorrow, and how much I don’t want to deal with that and

decide to drop him at his house instead.

I drive him home and we stumble into the house together, after he collapses onto his bed, I pull off his

shoes and jeans and roll him onto his side in case he throws up in the night. Checking that he’s okay, I

lock up. post the keys back through the door and drive home.

By the time I’m back in bed, it’s almost 3 am and I’ve just about had enough of Jayce Daniels.

It’s just gone 10 am when I wake up, rolling over and rubbing my tired eyes.

What a night.

1 step into the warm spray of the shower, wrapping my arms around myself. I really hope Jayce wakes

up with a different mindset this morning, what if he doesn’t want this baby? It was a surprise for me too,

we haven’t even known each other for that long,

He has to change his mind, he has to.

It might be different if I was further along, if he could hear its heartbeat or feel it kick, whilst it’s just a

little speck it’s easy for him to hate it and be scared of the endless uncertainties.

As I’m wrapping my towel around myself, my phone buzzes with a text. I practically dive on it, my heart

sinking as I see it’s from Aria, hoping that everything is okay.

The doorbell rings and I ignore it, towel drying my hair as I look for a top.

It rings again and I sigh heavily, knowing that Nate is probably deeply asleep or ignoring it too. I shove

on some sweats and one of Jayce‘s jumpers and head downstairs.

I open the front door and I’m startled to see Jayce standing there, looking sheepish and a little worse

for wear.

He better not have driven here, not in the state he was in earlier this morning.

I glance over his shoulder and see he hasn’t got his car with him, wow, he either got a lift or ran here.

I just look at him, not wanting to be the first to talk. He can explain himself.

He takes up practically the whole doorway, somehow still managing to look cute and vulnerable de

spite the numerous tattoos and piercings. He nervously scratches the back of his neck and gives me a

sheepish smile.

I’m sorry, I panicked, he admits finally, I simply raise an eyebrow at him. He’s going to have to do bet

ter than that.

As if suddenly remembering something, his face jumps with excitement and reaches down into a bag

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to hand me something.

I got you this, to show that I’m like…on board with the whole baby thing, he gestures to my stomach

and hands me a box. I look at him suspiciously and open it to find two weird sphere-shaped things with

a wire, I frown at him, confused.

‘They’re belly buds! Bump headphones that play music for the baby, he explains, and I stare at him like

he’s gone mad, which he might have.

‘Music helps the baby’s brain development, and I want our baby to be as smart as you, and me of

course,’ he adds teasingly, grinning at me. Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

‘You’re crazy,’ I mumble, slightly pleased with the weird gift.