Mistaken Identity
1257 Words
Jenny dashed from her chair to her the toilet at once, and then placed her face right in front of it as she vomited.
It's been three weeks since that night at the party.
The night she slept with Dylan, the man despite his past faults, she had truatef trusted so much.
And still no sign of Dylan since. He wasn't picking up her calls, replying her text and according to his parents, he hasn't returned home since that very day.
“Maybe I should I get myself a check up?” Jenny suggested to herself, in relation to how weird she's been feeling over the past week.
The horrific thought of her being pregnant with Dylan’s child became more persistent in her mind.
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The waiting room was cold, or maybe she was just nervous.
Jenny sat stiffly in the plastic chair, eyes glued to the closed door where the nurse had disappeared fifteen minutes ago.
She had performed the checks and now, Jenny had to wait for her result.
Her fingers clenched the edge of her coat.
She didn't want to come. Hospitals was far from Jenny's favorite place, mostly because she watched both her parents die lying on a hospital bed.
For her mom, she was confirmed dead even before she made it to the hospital. The crash to the pole was enough.
And for her dad, he's death was more or like the opposite…haven't spent his last weeks in the hospital.
But she was here nevertheless, she had no choice, the nausea every morning, the fatigue, the constant dizziness. She had to know why.
Even though, deep down, Jenny knew, she already did.
But still, she wasn't ready to accept it, yet.
Just then, the door creaked open.
“Miss McDonald?” The nurse offered a soft, professional smile as she stepped into the room, holding a file against her chest.
“The results are in.” she said sharply.
Jenny stood, her heart thudding hard in her chest. “Just tell me.”
“You’re pregnant,” the nurse said gently. “Precisely three weeks along.”
Three weeks, the exact day led up to the night of the party.
Jenny staggered back into her chair, unable to speak.
A part of her had hoped it was stress, or maybe a stomach bug.
But this?... A baby?
A baby from that night?
She thought she was ready to face the truth, but really she wasn't.
Jenny couldn't still face the fact, that she was pregnant.
Tears burned her eyes. Not just from fear… but from the overwhelming sense of betrayal that Dylan had left her to face this alone.
“Is the father aware?” the nurse asked softly.
Jenny scoffed bitterly. “No. He vanished before I could even wake up.”
The nurse froze. She wasn't expecting that answer.
“.. I'm so sorry.”
“It's no problem.” Jenny answered sharply, her lips curling to a fake smile.
She rose to her feet at once and turned to leave.
She didn’t wait to answer more questions.
The nurse waved her off warmly, but Jenny barely heard her.
All she could think about was the dragon tattoo… and Dylan Thompson.
He owed her answers and explanations.
She left the hospital with one destination in mind.
She had to find Dylan and demand an explanation.
Jenny left the hospital at once, and decided to walk home instead of taking a cab.
She still struggled to wrap her head around the fact that she's pregnant.
She was moving almost aimlessly on the road, taking one slow step at a time, and then she reached a restaurant.
Jenny stood outside it's sleek glass building, it was very unique and caught her attention.
But then her eyes caught a familiar figure inside the restaurant.
The same fire from the hospital burned in her chest as she stared through the window of the upscale restaurant and there he was…
Dylan.
He just sat there with a few guys, laughing and smiling and drinking his alcohol.
He was living his life like he hadn’t just destroyed hers.
Her stomach twisted. A strong rage boiled up inside her.
She instinctively rubbed a hand over her flat belly.. . her baby.
Their baby.
Without hesitation, she stormed inside, ready to pour out her rage at him.
The waiter there tried to intercept her, but Jenny brushed past him like he was air.
Her heart pounded as she approached the table.
“Bastard,” she hissed.
The man looked up, startled and then confused.
Jenny didn’t wait to hear a word from him before her hand flew.
SLAP.
Gasps escaped from the lips of people in the restaurant.
Shock filled their faces.
He blinked, confused, his cheek reddening from the impact.
“You raped me,” she spat. “Then disappeared like I didn’t exist!”
The woman across from him shot to her feet. “What the hell?!”
“I’m pregnant with your child, Dylan,” Jenny snapped. “How could you do this to me?”
But the man’s face twisted into something she hadn’t expected—panic, but also confusion.
“I think you have the wrong guy.”
“Don’t!” she shouted. “I saw the video. I know it was you.”
“I’m not Dylan,” he said softly.
Jenny froze, her eyes shut wide open.
“What?”
“My name is Alvin... Alvin Kennedy.”
She blinked. “No… That’s not…”
“I get that a lot,” he muttered, pulling out his ID. “Look. I’m visiting from Vancouver.”
Jenny stared at the name. Alvin Kennedy. Not Dylan Thompson.
But he had the exact same face as Dylan, from his eyes, to his pointed nose.
“Did Dylan have a twin brother? No. It can't be”Jenny thought to herself.
Her knees weakened.
This had to be a joke.
It had to be.
Dylan was playing her in a sick game.
Before she could process any of it, two men in black suits approached from the restaurant’s entrance.
“Miss Jenny McDonald?” one asked.
She turned slowly. “Who’s asking?”
“Thats none of your business.” The other answered, his voice even more cold.
“Okay. I am.” Jenny answered.
“We’ve been instructed to bring you to the Kennedy estate. Our employers wish to speak with you… about your child.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” Jenny snapped.
“They believe you're carrying their heir,” the second man said calmly. “Please. Come with us.”
Jenny looked at Alvin, whose expression was now a mix of shock and something else…fear?
Something was deeply, deeply wrong.
And Jenny had just walked into the heart of it.
“Stay away from me! I'm not going.” Jenny took a step back.
“We can do this the easy way or… the hard way.”
“You will not touch me or my baby.” Jenny stood her ground, no fear in her eyes.
The two men stepped closer to Jenny and yanked her up from her feet at once.
“Let me go!”Jenny squealed, swinging her arms and legs but to no use whatsoever.
They walked out of the restaurant and dropped her at the back seat of a black SUV.
The engine ignited, and the car sped off, it's tires screeching.
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