Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 64751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Nodding, I rub my hands over my stomach to try and dull the sick feeling swirling around. Myla turns and walks into the bathroom, coming back a moment later with a box in her hand.
My eyes widen. “You keep tests here?”
“I’ve always got a test handy. You could say I’m paranoid. Here, go and check. It’ll ease your mind, but I’m sure it’s nothing anyway.”
I hope she’s right.
I take the box and go into the bathroom, doing what I have to do. It’s fiddly, and not easy to pee on, but I manage before shoving it back into the box and rushing out. I thrust the box at Myla. “I can’t look.”
She reaches out, squeezing my arm. “I’ll do it.”
I hold my breath as she pulls the test out of the box and flips it over. I stare at her face, praying it washes over with relief as she tells me it’s negative, but that doesn’t happen. She gives me an expression of sympathy, and my heart falls. It feels as though it literally drops into my chest. Shaking my head, I press my hand over my heart, tears welling in my eyes. “Don’t say it,” I choke out. “Please don’t say it.”
“It’s going to be okay, honey.”
No.
No.
No. This can’t be happening.
Please, God, this can’t be real.
I fall back onto the kitchen counter, gripping it with my fingertips. How? How did this happen? I’m on contraception. It’s meant to work. It’s not meant to ... no. This must be false, there must be a reason it is showing up. Something else. Can there be a false positive? Is that a thing?
“You’re freaking out, I get it,” Myla says, stepping closer, “but we will work it out. I promise you.”
“I’m on contraception, this isn’t meant to happen.”
“I know, but it has. Do you ... I’m so sorry, but do you know whose baby it is?”
I whip my head in her direction.
I’ve been sleeping with Fury and Ethan.
Fury has only been recently and surely, I wouldn’t be pregnant, though a few weeks have passed so it is possible. It would depend how far along I am. It could be either, if I’m honest, and that thought terrifies me.
If Ethan is the father, my life is over.
Over.
“I don’t know,” I whisper. “I don’t know who the baby belongs to.”
“What fuckin’ baby?”
Spinning around, I see Fury standing in the doorway, staring at me. There is rage in his eyes as he glances down at the test in Myla’s hand, then back up to me.
Shaking, I open my mouth to answer but nothing comes out. Nothing but a squeak as I try to tell him all the words swirling in my mind.
“Answer me,” Fury growls, his fists clenched by his side.
“The ... the test says I’m pregnant.”
A mix of fear, anger, and concern washes over his face and, for a moment, he doesn’t speak.
“Who does it belong to, Alexis?”
The tears I can’t hold back any longer burst forward. “I don’t know,” I whisper. “I don’t ...”
“You were fucking the man who was beating you?”
His words are like a slap to the face, and shame washes over my body.
“Hey,” Myla yells, stepping next to me. “Do not fucking make her feel bad. She was married to an abusive man and that man did some awful things. You have no idea of the situation; you do not get to judge.”
“I just want to know if the child she’s carrying could belong to an abusive fuck!”
He’s mad.
Part of me gets it, but the other part, the bigger part, doesn’t.
“Stop,” I whisper, my voice breaking. “Please.”
“I want to know,” he grinds out, “because it changes fuckin’ everything.”
I shake my head, tears falling down my cheeks. “Why?”
“I don’t want any part of that man in my life.”
His words are like a slap to the face.
“Back off, Fury,” Myla warns, her voice low. “She didn’t plan this. You better quit it before I lose my shit.”
“I have a right to feel what I feel,” he growls, through gritted teeth.
“She just got some of the hardest news of her life, go easy. That child in there could be yours.”
“I fuckin’ doubt it,” he snaps, his eyes narrowing. “We haven’t been fucking that long.”
“Can you just stop?” I say, pressing my hands to my face. “I can’t handle this. I can’t ... Please. Just stop.”
“Okay,” Myla says, stepping between us and putting her hands out. “This is a heated situation and you’re both emotional. First things first, we need to go to a doctor, but we can’t do that until we’ve dealt with Ethan.”
“I’m going now,” I say, pushing her hand aside. “I’ll deal with him so that I get the hell away from all of it.”
“You’re not goin’ anywhere,” Fury holds my determined stare with one of his own.
“Fuck,” I say, leaning in close, “you.”