I got pregnant from CEO

chapter 3

Marius Fitzy narrating:

I woke up with a hellish headache.

With great difficulty, I opened my eyes and saw that I was in my room. I tried to recall how I got here, but I couldn't remember anything.

— I'm never drinking again — I grumbled as I tried to get up.

I went to the bathroom, where I took a shower and did my hygiene routine. Then I put on just boxers and sweatpants and went downstairs to take some medicine for my hangover and headache. As soon as I entered the living room, I saw my brother sprawled on the couch with his head in our mother's lap, she was stroking his hair.

— Son, are you feeling better? — she asked, concerned.

— Yes, but I need a headache pill and to try to eat something without throwing up — I said, feeling my stomach churn just at the mention of food.

— Yesterday, you were awful — she said. — Your brother and your father had to carry you to your room because you passed out.

— You were wasted — said Cristian. — And speaking of yesterday, who was that brunette you hooked up with? Well done.

— I don't remember anything — I said, feeling a pang in my head. — I just remember arriving and starting to drink, and then I don't remember anything else.

— I don't remember much either, but I remember you leaving and then passing by us heading towards the bathroom with a woman — said my brother. — After a while, she passed by us and you came back and sat down, you seemed fine or so, and then you passed out, Logan had to help me carry you to the car.

— At least I didn't pass out in front of her — I said. — Imagine the embarrassment I would've faced.

— I would've teased you so much — Cristian said, smiling.

— I just wish I could remember that girl — I said thoughtfully. — Forget it, now I just want to take my medicine.

— Come on, mom is going to have Leonor make a soup for you guys — said our mother, treating us as if we were kids. Do I complain? Of course not.

[...]

Victoria Becker narrating:

Feeling someone shaking me, I woke up. I saw Joana holding a pill and a glass of water.

— What's this? — I asked.

— Morning-after pill — she replied. — You hooked up with that guy at the club, and I'm sure you didn't use protection.

— Thank you — I smiled, taking the pill.

After that amazing s*x in the bathroom with that super hot man, I ended up feeling very embarrassed and made up an excuse that I needed to leave. As soon as I left the bathroom, I looked for Joana and asked to leave.

I smiled internally as I remembered him, those blue eyes, the soft beard, and his delicious cologne, his grip and his muscular body that I made sure to relish in every part. Will I ever meet him again?

— Thinking about the guy from the club? — my curious friend asked, sitting next to me.

— Yes, he was handsome, and it was so good — I smiled.

— I'm happy for you — she said excitedly. — Now let's get up to eat something and enjoy a bit before you go back home.

I tried to make the most of that morning because when I returned home, my personal hell would begin.

[...]

— The tramp is back — my father said as I walked through the door.

I remained silent as I walked towards my room.

— Where did you sleep? — he asked.

— At Joana's house — I replied.

— The other tramp — he grumbled.

— Don't talk about her like that — I reprimanded.

— She is a tramp, and so are you — he said, just to annoy me. Not wanting to get into an argument with him, I decided not to question and went to my room.

The weekend passed as well as could be expected. I spent most of the time locked in my room because every time I came out, he would curse at me or speak ill of Joana. I don't know why my father hates me so much... I was abandoned just like he was. I wonder if he will ever return to being the loving man who used to play with me and call me princess.

Perhaps he will never be the way he was before again... the drugs have already consumed him, and now only the shell of the man he once was remains. If he ever wants to give it all up, he will have to fight hard, but I know he will never return to normal...

Already dressed for work, I left the room, and by some miracle, he was at the table quietly having his coffee. He looked at me and then lowered his head.

He's clean... at least for now. If he were always like this, it would be so wonderful.

— Good morning — I said.

— Good morning — he whispered.

We had breakfast in silence. I feel a tightness in my chest when I see him like this; I know that many times he tries to hit me, but it's not him at that moment, it's the drugs acting and controlling him.

At first, it can be liberating, but in the end, it traps you, and then there's no turning back; you become its hostage.

I sigh sadly and then get up and leave for work. I don't earn much, but it's enough to buy food for the house and save a good amount for when I finally have enough to leave here. My money is well guarded because once my father stole what I had saved to buy drugs. Now, Joana keeps it for me because if I leave it at home, I could end up with nothing.

My life is not easy, but I keep going one day at a time, and that's how I survive.