Pregnant for the strange god
1847 Words
LUCILLE GREENE.
A few hours earlier.
"Your brother, Death, will be crowned as the vampire king tomorrow, Darren." Caleb's voice said from the other end of the phone.
So, my other wicked and self-centered brother was going to be named king of the vampire world after all. It felt like a pain in the chest. I could say heart if I still had one.
"Aaah!" I screamed and threw my cell phone across the room, smashing it on the wall. As much as I hated taking the position as a king for the vampire kingdom, I hated Death taking up that position. My older brother, Auris, nicknamed Death, was terror himself. For so long, my brother has terrorized the vampires underworld. He forced vampires to serve him, and after all that, he succeeded in becoming the king.
I picked up my suit from my office chair and hurried out of the room, nearly bumping into my PA, Chastity, who was on his way to get me to sign another paper.
"Oh...um.....sir, the papers for the site demolition are ready!" She screamed after me, but I didn't stop until I was on the elevator and going down.
Once I reached the down floor, I asked my driver to take me to the nearest bar he could find. It was almost time for me to go home, but going back to that same penthouse was rather getting infuriating. I didn't know how much longer I had to remain in this human city, pretending to be one of them.
I hadn't expected to have a good time at this bar, all I intended was to have a little drink, figure out how I was going to reach my hometown on time for my brother's coronation. This was the only plan until I saw the beautiful lady drinking her life away at the center of the room.
I saw how she drew in the attention of all the men in the room. It was easy to read through her thanks to my vampire abilities. She was suffering from emotional pain at that moment, and it was either she had just been fired from her job. Judging from how she was dressed or she had just been dumped. I'd bet a dollar on the latter. Human girls were foolish to think mere mortal men could love them without a flaw.
As the night dragged on, I noticed her hurry into the bathroom, where I heard her vomiting after following her. I didn't know why I did, but I found that I had a keen interest in her.
The instant she stepped out and saw me, she fell on my arms and whispered into my ear "i want you to f**k me........ so...... hard."
I couldn't remember ever getting so turned on by a mere statement before and I found myself driving us to a hotel nearby.
And I made love to this strange woman. I had one of the best nights of my entire two hundred years alive. When I sensed her opening the door and stepping out, a part of me was reluctant about stopping her. She had been drunk when I picked her up and she had every right to regret whatever happened between us without my interference. So I let her go, watching her through the window as she ran out like she'd just seen a ghost.
I found myself smiling as I watched her whilst regretting not stopping her from leaving in the first place.
And now, I wanted to see her again, and have her again. Who was this woman that came to me like a storm in the night and left me shattered?
TESSA SWAN'S P. O. V.
I have a theory. Hating someone feels disturbingly similar to being in love with them. I’ve had a lot of time to compare love and hate, and these are my observations.
Love and hate are visceral. Your stomach twists at the thought of that person. The heart in your chest beats heavy and bright, nearly visible through your flesh and clothes. Your appetite and sleep are shredded. Every interaction spikes your blood with a dangerous kind of adrenaline, and you’re on the brink of fight or flight. Your body is barely under your control. You’re consumed, and it scares you.
Both love and hate are mirror versions of the same game—and you have to win. Why? Your heart and your ego. Trust me, I should know.
It’s another monday morning and I’m imprisoned in my boss's office for another hlaf hour where i have to go through my proposal to my boss over and over again. I wish I was in solitary confinement, but unfortunately I have a cellmate.
It's another ugly day and my mind is occupied by the thought of my dampen love life which I am struggling every day to leave behind me.
Mr Alexis Willow was my greatest nightmare. After working as a publisher for four years with his company, Miles & Wendy's publishing firm, Mr Alexis, a man well into his seventies still gave me troubles.
He has tasked me into creating a story that could make him more money for next fall and I've had to work my butt off creating and editing every chapter while having to deal with a rough week of finding my boyfriend cheating on me and having to move out of our apartment and get settled, all so he could query every f*****g chapter.
As his voice became distant as I zoned into my own thoughts, I wondered what I could possibly lose?
"....so I am giving you a few more days to rewrite this, Tessa." His last words slapped my ears and I blinked st him.
"What?"
He watched me sternly.
Damn, f**k this.
Picking up every paper on his desk, I said "you know what, Mr Willow? I do not even need to deal with you and your silly critics at all! I quit okay?!" With every paper gathered up in my hand, I rose to my feet while he watched me, stunned. I leaned down and added with gritted teeth "I.quit!"
I walked out of his office and neck to my office cubicle where Katy sat at her own cubicle desk, waiting for me.
She has a big smile on her face as soon as she saw and said "so?! He loved it rignt?! I want every detail."
Bending slightly to pick up my bag, I wondered how she couldn't see the frown on my face. "Can you not see the look on my face, Katy?! Of course he didn't like it and you know what's even better? I quit!"
Katy went silent for a moment and just watched as I picked up all of my belongings, tossing them into my bag. Well good thing I came with my bag handbag that could carry much!
"Wait, Tessa...... what does that mean?"
I stopped packing to face Katy and said "do you not see how this company takes a lot from me and never gives me in return?! I am running late on my rate and still i get to face criticisms for work i spend sleepless nights working on! I cant even spend time with my friends on the weekdays and i cant go to the bars with friends in the weekends all because of this stupid job! I quit!"
Some of the workers stopped what they were doing to watch me. After picking up all that mattered to me, I started towards the door, Katy quickly dashing after me and trying to stop me.
But just before I reached the door, I felt a strange feeling in my stomach and neck. It felt like something was moving inside of my stomach and threatening to come out of my mouth.
Katy who was dashing after me in full speed hits my back as I stopped abruptly, coming forward to take a proper look at me "Tessa, are you okay?" She asks with concern.
Before I could answer her, I was dashing into the nearest restroom and vomiting on the sink. Katy calls my name, stopping at the door as she saw my state. I suddenly felt so sick.
I rose back up to turn and look at Katy but before I could, I'm vomiting again. Katy runs over to me now and pulls up my hair.
"Tessa, are you okay?!"
I stayed like that for a minute. My head felt heavy and my eyes tired. Once I was done, I turned on the sink tap and washed my mouth and entire face. I could perceive the odd smell of vomit in my mouth and I just wanted to do anything to make it stop.
I stood up right and faced Katy. Katy started to watch me suspiciously.
"Stop looking at me like that, katy. I'm leaving this place no matter what you say." I told her.
"That is not the issue here, Tessa. Tess...... are you pregnant?"
What sort of ridiculous statement is that? Pregnant? That was impossible.
Quickly slapping her hand off my face, I said "of course not! Im just feeling sick. I've had a rough couple of weeks, Katy, in case you haven't noticed. I just broke up with my boyfriend, how can you even think that?"
But deep down, thoughts about that night stand invaded my mind. Evidence that I am likely to be pregnant invaded my mind.
"Look at you, Tessa. i know how you look when you're just sick. You dont run into the bathroom to vomit. You may have left your boyfriend for a month and still get pregnant. "
"Katy, I'm fine...... " I denied. "i need to get out of here."
I picked up my bag from the floor and hurried out. I knew Katy was right to assume that I'm pregnant. I've been feeling very drowsy since the beginning of this week, but I'd thought it was just me ovulating, but now I was four days late for my period.
As I walked out of the company, I tried to remember if that man I'd had a nightstand with weeks ago used protection. I needed to go get a check up to really prove if I was pregnant and if I was to backtrack whom I was truly pregnant for because I'd had s*x with my ex boyfriend, Jeremy severally before sleeping with that man
As I hailed a taxi and left the company behind me, I hoped I wasn't pregnant. If I was pregnant, that was all going to be messed up. I'd just quit my job some minutes ago and broke up with my baby's potential father.
I am just a twenty three years old woman with a lot of big dreams. Having a child now would only jeopardize that for me. I am not prepared to be a broke single mother at such a young age. And if it came to that, I was going to have to take the alternative that I'd thought I would never take.
Abortion.
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