Awkward & Sick // Ryannon
Shannon laid on her bed with the TV on. With a bottle of water next to her, she stared at the ceiling, realizing that she wasn't ready to face him. She was hurt. And during the premiere, they hadn't talked much. Her replies were fragments, just a couple of words. She rested her hand on her tummy, thinking of the poor little baby inside that would have to deal with her as the mother. The baby who would grow up with a father who made its mother feel like she was a piece of shit -- like she meant nothing.
Nauseated by the thought, Shannon rolled onto her side and closed her eyes. But she knew if she'd fall asleep, she'd have the bad images. She'd see them together. Sleeping was not an option. Not tonight. Not for a while.