Pregnant
1044 Words
I woke up feeling sick the following morning.
It is easy for me to assume that I am feeling down because of the worries that are heavy on my mind, but the sick feeling grew intense to the extent that I started to throw up.
Throw up?
I thought it was just a fleeting feeling, so what could possibly make me throw up?
I threw up in the morning, and then I was fine, so I continued my day until I slumped in the grocery store while doing very light shopping.
Okay at that point, there was no way I could avoid seeing the doctor because I woke up and found myself in the hospital.
‘’Miss...’’ A handsome doctor towers over me as he holds an iPad, looking closely at it and then at me with concern.
I blinked tiredly as I looked at him.
‘’Elizei. Elizei Hope.’’ I told the doctor my name.
Of course, my surname rings a bell, making the doctor flinch a little.
‘’The Hope of Hope Ventures?’’ He asks me.
I quickly shake my head and deny my own name and identity because I am all alone in this world, and there are people who are aware of that and will stop at nothing to take advantage of me.
Besides, Uncle Lazarus could be out there looking for me, and he must have informants everywhere.
I couldn’t trust anybody.
‘’Well, Miss Elizei, you are three months pregnant.’’ The doctor breaks the news to me at once and turns to look at my drip and other gadgets connected to my body.
‘’What?’’ I got up forcefully and suddenly, almost snapping out all the wires.
‘’Hey, hey! Apart from hurting yourself, you are going to pay for the equipment if you spoil it.’’
The doctor gave me a warning that I quickly adhered to.
I know my financial status now.
I will drop dead if I add the slightest bit of expense to my already overwhelming reality.
‘’Pregnant? Doctor, are you sure?’’ I asked.
The doctor chuckles in amusement.
‘’No, I am not sure. I just guessed it,’’ he replies with sarcasm.
I swallow hard as my brain starts to calculate it all.
If I am three months pregnant, then... then it means that the father of my child is...’’ The thought of it drives me insane, and I pass out again in front of the doctor.
‘’Miss...’’ I can faintly hear the doctor try to jerk me back to wake up while I am drifting away to complete subconsciousness.
Maybe in my dreams I will understand what is happening to me, but for now, I want to cross to the other world to look for my parents because I need people I trust around me desperately.
I woke up after about two hours, and this time, there was nobody in the ward with me, not even the doctor.
That gave me time to think about what was happening to me.
Okay, I had to accept the fact that I am pregnant.
Alright.
For whom?
The mysterious man that forced himself on me three months ago on my uncle’s anniversary.
It’s him.
He is the only one that I have ever slept with because, before him, I was a virgin, and after him, I have slept with no other man.
I just started laughing. I mean, what else could I do?
To say that I was confused at that moment, I was putting it lightly.
My brain was blank. I did not know in what direction to put my thoughts.
Me, pregnant?
My enemies had finally put lead on my coffin.
I left the hospital and returned home to take a shower and hopefully sleep off or think about what’s left of my miserable life.
I took a hot shower, grabbed the pack of cigarettes I bought from the grocery store after I missed the interview, got in the bathtub and cracked a cigarette for the first time in my life.
“Sorry little one, but I have to do this for now.” I rubbed my stomach and apologized to my unborn child for causing an inconvenience to him or her by smoking.
After spending hours in the bathroom, I decided to spend what was left of the day at the clubhouse not too far from my house.
Remember, I was spending the last bit of my savings as I had no hope in life anymore, and at that point, I did not give a damn about anything.
These were my last moments of comfort, so I had to bask in it before my life eventually came crashing down.
“More shots.” I told the bartender and signaled for him to drive me crazy with the amount of vodka I was ready to consume.
“You’ve had so much already.” The bartender, with concern in his eyes, tried to stop me, but I immediately became angry and ordered him to do as I said.
“I want to die.” I said to him as he apologetically poured in the vodka I had requested.
“You want to die?” Someone asked me that question and I naturally thought it was the bartender again, but in a split second, I realized that the bartender didn’t say anything.
My head was heavy, but I turned around slowly to my left to look at who had just spoken to me.
When I saw him, my heart nearly stopped.
Denver. President Denver, of Denver Group.
He had just stepped into the clubhouse with his assistant, who was nearly as handsome and intimidating as him.
Obviously, President Denver did not recognize me.
He didn’t recognize the lady he had dismissed from his company during an interview.
But how could he? A busy business executive like him had encounters with a lot of people daily, and he would not dare remember someone as, well, irrelevant as me.
My feet get stuck in the ground, as for the second time in my life, and within a short while, I stare into those deep amber eyes yet again.
Instantly, I grabbed my purse and hurried out of the bar.
I forgot to pay for my vodka.
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