The Forbidden Valentine

Chapter Two-Whores Like You

The weight I felt on my head just quadrupled in the space of three seconds. I must be hallucinating with all the pain medications the doctors placed me. I felt a nasty heaviness on my chest as I heard those words flowed from the lips of Alexander.

“What are you saying baby”. I responded, Interrupting the horror movie of him ripping my heart out with his words. “Is there something I have done to make you feel this way?” I queried, hot tears beginning to fall from my eyes.

He paused, looked at the floor and for a split second I could see remorse in his body language, but only for a split second. Then he looked up, with a nasty smirk on his face and with red shot eyes that told a story opposite of what the smirk was saying, of what his words were saying.

He spoke in his usual calm manner. “You don't understand don't you, you were my plaything, something to keep me from being bored, nothing more than my s*x toy. Sluts like you don't deserve princes like me.”

His words burned through my already bleeding heart with every syllable. Like a hot rod placed inside a wound.

“I wanted keeping the game on for a couple of months, but I have realized I need to start building my family with the ideal woman”. He stood up from his chair and turned to leave.

I can't let him go, I don't even fully understand what is going on, I don't even have time to process what he is saying and he wants to leave? “No Alex! You can't go, please stay!” I screamed in desperation, hoping it would stop him and stop this horror playing right before my eyes.

“I've changed my number, you wouldn't be able to contact me, you wouldn't be allowed to see me at home or my office”. He spoke bluntly, without emotions. “I have one advice for you; move on. But whores like you don't take to advices now do they?”. Those where his last words before he left through the door.

Those words stung me badly, I have never felt pain as this.The heaviness I felt in my heart grew into pure pain, liquid pain that made it's way to every part of my being. The more I tried to contain it, the more it moved freely. I surrendered to the pain hoping it subside a little, but it only grew worse with every second. I cried so loudly the nurses rushed into the ward.

“Miss Washington, you shouldn't be in this state, remember you are pregnant”. The nurses tried to calm me down to no avail and ended up giving me a sedative and I slept off.

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The next few days in the hospital was a blur, my body was just going through the motion, my mind, my soul and spirit were numb, for it has been smeared by the hot coals of rejection and nothing could make it better.

“Congratulations Miss Washington, you have just been discharged by the doctor.” The nurse said with a smile. “You just need to sign these documents and you are free to go”.

Thank God for Nicholas, a smart young man who is a lecturer at Stony Brook University in New york city, the university I studied in. I spilled a glass of martini on him one night while bartending and we became real close friends ever since.

Nicholas called me earlier to check up on me and I told him everything. He knew I was stranded without access to the money and influence that Alexander provided, and so offered to come get me from LA. He paid for my medical bill which I believe should be a lot.

I was completely empty without Alexander, literally empty, no money, no properties, nothing, not a single thing to myself. When both my parents died from a car accident, I was plunged into poverty and had to live by doing side jobs along with my studies at the university to take care of myself. Alexander had been my provider, he had been my protector, he had been my everything and now that he is gone, the realization of how empty my life is was glaring.

“I don't know what I would have done without you, I know my medical bill costs a fortune”. I said, as I held Nicholas’ hand as he led me out of the hospital.”

“You shouldn't worry about that, you are never a burden, this situation right here are what friends are for”. He replied with a smile and a gentle reassuring squeeze of my hand. Nicholas has always been attracted to me, but he was too quiet, he was too shy, he never mustered up the courage to tell me. I was glad he didn't though, because I would have had to turn him down and our friendship would have been history.

Nicholas had ordered a Lyft that would take us to the airport. The driver was courteous and well dressed with a tattoo of a bird at the back of his left hand, it was cute. He kept quiet throughout the journey, just as I liked it and played RnB through the speakers softly.

“I can't believe that asshole treated you like that.” Nicholas commented. “From the very first day you told me about him, I have always known that he was a bastard who uses money to prey on young girls on campus.”

“I appreciate your concern Nicholas, I really do, but I don't want to talk about it. It comes with a lot of pain that I am so desperately trying to forget.” I replied. “So if we can just not talk about it. I'd appreciate it.”

Just a few distance to the airport the driver realised he was low on gas and informed us that he would have to take a detour to get to a filling station. At the filling station he told us he would be back, he wanted to use the toilet, he apologised excessively and left.

“How are you holding up?” Nicholas looked at me asking.

Just as I was about to answer, I was interrupted by 3 men holding a hand gun pointed at I and Nicholas. They opened the door of the car. “Get out now! On the floor immediately if you don't want your brains all over the place”. They barked, with one of them forcefully grabbing Nicholas by his jacket and flinging him to the ground.

Fear crept up my body and I froze.

“Get out you b***h!”. One of them shouted, got into the car, pulled me out and smacked me across the face with the back of his hands. I fell hard to the floor from the impact of the slap and was frozen in place with my hand on my cheeks, completely paralysed from fear.

One of them who looked like their leader pulled out a phone and started recording. “Stare into the camera you f*****g cunts”. He barked, with his boot violently across the jaw of Nicholas who was on the ground also.

The driver came out and was forced to the ground together with us. The video recording took place for about 3 minutes as they forcefully collected our wallets and phones from us. Damn, we were being robbed.

A call came through for the leader of the gang and for a split second I could swear I saw the driver nodding at the leader or was it just the terror of having a gun pointed at me messing with my imagination?

The men dropped our phones and wallets and left on their motorbikes.

The driver hurried us into the vehicle with fear in his eyes and drove us straight to the airport. I was more than happy to get out of LA, for it has been nothing but a nightmare.

As we boarded the plane, we both heavied a sigh of relief.

“Are you okay?” Nicholas queried. “Did they take anything from you?”

“I don't think they were robbers, they left our phones and wallets before they left. I stated. “Why were they recording us? It makes no sense.”

Just then Nicholas froze, gazing into space with a bewildered look. “The bird, the bird at his neck! The driver! I know him, he isn't a driver.