Blood Between Us

CHAPTER 5 – Unwanted Attention

Olivia’s POV

I didn’t leave my apartment all day.

The note sat on my kitchen counter like a ticking bomb. Every sound outside made me flinch. Every knock, every creak, every whisper of wind.

I was officially paranoid.

And pregnant.

I hadn’t been to work since the hospital.

My phone had rung multiple times. My boss. Probably annoyed I hadn't shown up or called.

I ignored every ring.

What was I supposed to say?

“Sorry, I just found out I’m pregnant with a stranger’s baby and someone might be trying to kill me.”

No. I wasn’t ready to face any of it.

I curled up on the couch, wrapped in a blanket that felt far too thin for the chill in my chest.

I didn’t eat. I didn’t sleep. I just sat there, watching the window, waiting for something… anything.

I swore I heard footsteps outside my door once.

I tiptoed over, heart pounding. Peered through the peephole.

Nothing.

Still, I pushed the lock twice and pulled a chair under the doorknob just in case.

I tried to breathe.

My hands wouldn’t stop shaking.

By morning, I looked like a ghost of myself. Pale, hollow-eyed, and exhausted.

But I needed answers.

Real answers.

I took a cab to the pharmacy and picked up a pregnancy test.

I knew what the doctor said. I remembered Leo’s voice in that hospital room.

But I needed to see it with my own eyes. I needed something that couldn’t lie to me.

Back in my bathroom, I sat for a long time before finally taking the test.

I watched it process with wide, aching eyes.

Two lines.

Positive.

I didn’t cry. I didn’t scream.

I just stared.

Then I slid to the cold bathroom floor, knees pulled to my chest, arms around myself.

I had never felt so small.

So alone.

Leo’s POV

I told myself I wasn’t obsessed.

Just cautious.

Just protective.

But the truth was, I couldn’t stop thinking about her.

The look in her eyes. The pain. The pride. The silence.

I didn’t know if she remembered that night.

Maybe she didn’t.

But I did.

I remembered everything.

And if that baby was mine...

I wouldn’t make the same mistakes my father did.

I wouldn’t leave.

I wouldn’t disappear.

I just had to wait.

Let her breathe.

Let her come to me.

If she ever did.

Unknown POV

She’s scared.

Good.

But not scared enough.

The real fear comes when she realizes this isn’t just about her.

This is about pain.

This is about revenge.

And when I come for her again...

She won’t see it coming.