CHAPTER.THREE
1298 Words
FLEEING HORSES
ROSELYN'S POV
“It's a high-risk pregnancy ma’am, we can't afford to go through with an abortion, it could cost you your life. “ The doctor said, his voice laced with concern.
“You don't understand Doctor. I need this, and I'm pretty sure this is what’s best for the child…” I explained frantically.
“ You could die, miss.
I’m sorry but you’d have to find another doctor to help you with that. It’s against the hospital’s policy to carry out high-risk procedures with a 90% chance of mortality.” The doctor explained.
“You’d have to excuse me, I still have to complete the paperwork for your discharge,” he said, walking away.
I picked up the note again, my fingers trembled as I read through its contents for the umpteenth time. My heart thumped loudly as my hands instinctively moved to my belly.
“Maybe dying isn't such a bad idea,” I muttered weakly, my eyes closed.
Tracy snatched the note from my hands, as she paced about the ward, the veins on her neck and forehead had popped out visibly, forming fine lines around her face and neck.
“How dare you talk about dying rose?” she asked, supporting her head with her fingers.
“This isn't something to joke around with, you have to report this.”
“No!” I barked, a little louder than I had intended. “We’re already in enough danger Tracy. I can’t afford to make things any worse than it is now…”
Ian stood by the window, his fist clenched into a fist.
“Damn!” He said, taking out his frustration on the wall.
“ And where’s William in all of this?...
Probably out drinking with friends.
Darn bastard.” Ian continued.
I reached out for my phone and speed dialed William. “Please pick up Will…”
I listened as the call rang - one, twice, thrice, it always ended the same way, voicemail.
“I think I'll just text him…”
“Will, I have to tell you something, and it’s urgent. Call me as soon as you see this…” I typed.
“Just perfect…” Ian blurted. “We’re all here worried sick, and little Mr lover boy is chilling out at the club,” Ian said, handing me his phone.
It was a picture of William drinking with the guys on Bluestagram. An unfamiliar lady was sitting next to him. She had the body of a supermodel with perfect golden brown hair.
My heart sank. “I can believe William would do this. First, he breaks up with me, calls off our wedding, humiliates me, and now this?”
The blood in my veins boiled violently.
“I’d be going to the Hammond mansion,” I announced.
“William needs to get a piece of my mind. Tracy, please have the doctor speed up the discharge process, I need to leave as soon as possible.
***
I stole a glance at my watch as the cab dropped me off at the Hammond mansion - 9am it read. The clouds were grey and heavy. I ran to take shade under the extended roof of the mansion’s security post, as the rain drizzled slightly.
It didn't matter how many times I had visited, the sight of the breathtaking mansion never failed to evoke an exquisite aura. I reached out for the scanner just beside the sleek black gate and placed my palm on it, expecting to hear the familiar beep.
“Fingerprint unrecognized, Access denied,” the automated voice said, beeping loudly. “Please press the blue button on the side to activate the voice scanner.”
“Unrecognized?” I echoed, pressing the blue button at the side of the machine.
“ Identify guest name.”
“Roselyn Colbert…” I responded.
The machine beeped again, followed by the automated voice.
“Voice identification failed, access denied.”
“Denied?… He wouldn't!
I mean, there's no way William erased my details from the security system.” My heart raced as I contemplated the possibility.
I pulled out the intercom … “It’s Roselyn Colbert, William's…I mean I'm here to see William.”
The silence that followed was deafening. “You’re no longer allowed within the premises, please leave.” the husky voice finally said.
The rain had begun pouring down in torrents. I rattled through my bag to find my phone, and dialed William again - my number had been blocked. Just then I heard the creaking sound of the gates parting.
A familiar black limousine drove through, slowing down as it drew close to me.
“Isn't it the trash princess…” the voice said chuckling, as the window rolled down. It was William’s Mum, and sitting beside her was William.
“You’ve got some guts showing your face here…” she continued. My knees buckled, This was the first time that I’d be seeing William since the breakup.
“I just want to speak with William…” I muttered, brushing aside the weakness in my knees.
“Will… please, I've got to tell you something, just hear me out… please…” I blurted.
“ You’re dead to me Roselyn, Leave before I have my dogs feast on you,” he said, motioning to the driver.
The Limousin sped off, spraying cold rainwater from a puddle on my body. I stood there motionless, drenched and shivering.
My hands trembled as I dialed Ian’s number. “Please come get me,” I muttered, before dropping the phone.
It didn't take long before Ian's car came screeching to a stop at the front of the mansion.
“Rose!” he called out, flinging the car door open as he rushed over to me.
“You’re shivering…
Here,... wear this,” he said, wrapping me in his coat and helping me into the car.
I slumped into the passenger seat, shivering underneath the coat. The events replayed in my mind - the rejection, the shame, the insults. The weight of the humiliation pressed heavily against my chest, as hot salty teardrops leaked from the side of my eyes.
“Rose… Would you like to talk?” Ian asked softly, hesitating a bit.
“...Just drive,” I whispered, sighing deeply, and balancing my head on the head pad, as we drove in silence.
“s**t!” Ian cursed, suddenly swerving sharply, throwing me sideways. My head bumped hard against the window glass.
“What’s wrong, Ian?” I gasped, gripping the door handle.
“I think we’ve been followed…”
“What?!” My heart thumped hard against my ribs, my eyebrows furrowed, as I stole a glance at the rear mirror. Ian was right, there was a black SUV right on our tail.
“Oh my God!
We have to lose them!
Just keep driving …” I said, my breath shortening. Just then, I noticed a dark wet patch around my skirt. It looked like…
“Blood!” I screamed! As I spotted the trail of blood on my thighs.
“Ian,... Hospital, now!...” I ordered, only managing to get my words out.
“s**t… s**t!” Ian cursed under his breath. As he accelerated the car.
“We’re close to a hospital, just hold on.”
***
“Rose! You’re awake!” Ian said, clinging his hand to mine. “The doctor said you lost a lot of blood, thankfully the baby’s safe.”
I turned to look at him. “I can't do this anymore Ian,” I muttered, sighing deeply.
“ I can't live like this…
“ I need to leave Ian. I’d die if I stayed back here.”
“Please help me.” I pleaded, tightening my grip around his palm.
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