CEO's Plaything

4. Another Phase In Life.

Sophia Sinclair

It started as a chill, gradually my mouth started rejecting food. I have been unwell most lately.

It been two weeks since I last had a job, I worked odd jobs in hopes of securing a better job soon. All these must have caused the symptoms—could be fever, I told myself.

As I sat down in the dinning to eat my last meal in the house, like the last supper. My stomach tighten, something was rushing its way up my mouth. I sprinted like an escaped criminal, as I let my instinct do the job—all the way to the bathroom, I ran.

I threw up my last meal, as my eyes shot open.

I returned to the sitting room after awhile, my blue eyes was red from escaped tears, my heart had started pounding violently, to think my biggest fear was unfolding.

I was supposed to see my period a week ago but it didn't come—now this.

I curled up on the couch contemplating my life. My memory flashed back to two weeks ago—the one night stand. I jolted up off the couch.

"It can't be," I said, my eyes wide open.

I instantly hurried to the pharmacy.

"One pregnancy test kit," I said toward the older man at the counter.

He gazed at me for awhile as if I was talking gibberish. He soon stranded off toward the medication station, he picked a box and came walking back—he wasn't in a haste, I was the only one who was feeling the worst between us.

He looked at me intently as if scanning my whole life, I checked myself all over baffled by how brazen he was.

"You've been crying."

I heard him—he sounded like he was pitying my situation, I didn't want no sympathy from no old man, who should worry mostly about his old age.

He kept packing my product while he shook his head like someone who had lost all inheritance to gamble debt.

"I have a daughter like you, and I know when things ain't doing great. You don't have to cry, just say to yourself that you will handle it with grace."

I said it—he was pitying me, I had in fact been crying all the way to the pharmacy. I had prayed to the east and west—north and south, if there was God anywhere, he shouldn't let me be drown by this worthless fate of mine. I had said all that to get my prayers across, probably after hearing my seriousiness, maybe...just maybe he'd help me.

The pharmacist smiled at me while handling me the product, I couldn't mutter a word, I just simply stared at him.

My shaky hands extended as I collect the nylon containing the product.

"That will be two dollars and twenty-three cents," he said gently.

I paid with my card and left immediately —if I had stayed a little longer, I would have unalived someone's father.

Back to my eerie apartment once more, I darted to the bathroom, I quickly sat on the water closet as I peed on the kit.

While waiting, I was freaking out.

"That bloody bastard, how did he think unprotected s*x was safe? I don't want to be pregnant, I can't raise a child—not in this situation," I panicked, my face already turned pale from anxiety.

The strip changed color, at first one line, not really too bright.

I nearly smiled—almost free. Almost heave a sigh of relief.

Just before I rejoice, the second line came. Bright and straight—both line staring at me from the toilet sink.

My heart sank, my eyes filling up easily. I let out stream and stream of tears, my body going numb as I fell to the ground.

The house was spiraling out of control.

"I can't...no..I can't be preg...nant," I sobbed.

It was weeks ago when my slutty ex-bestfriend came to inform me about her supposed wedding to Jake, my ex.

I was supposed to be angry, send her away while yelling and cussing at her. But I was too numb to talk, too numb to fight back with words.

I just stared as she paraded herself like a pageant from hell, she went as far as giving me a f*****g invitation—to extend my defeat. And I stood obediently, pale and defeated.

Still life wasn't done with me, picked me up from fry pan and straight into hell; How should I body a pregnancy? I asked continuously in my effed up mind.

I staggered up, holding unto something to steady my filmsy body. I stared at my bony structure in the mirror, I smiled woefully.

"Ain't you a f*****g b***h? You're a f*****g loser! who lost to everyone and to the universe," I yelled at my reflection, no one to blame than my pathetic self.

Grew up in an orphanage with no Identity, lost to a colleague at a job I poured my sweat and blood in, and now, carrying a child with no identity, and even if I knew the father, would he claim a child of someone like me?

I exhaled, and extended my thin hands into the sink. I pushed up the knob as water splashed out.

I proceeded to wash my face continuously, tears wouldn't stop flowing. So I had to do it over and over again, until I got exhausted of trying, even the tap failed me.

I wiped my face with tissue papers as I stared at myself in the mirror.

Silence enveloped my mind, I tried smiling at my reflection but it sent frown back at me.

"Stop feeling sorry for yourself, Sophia...you can do this" I said to myself.

My phone suddenly rang from the sitting room, I walked back with my soul at the bathroom. I looked at the screen, it was Zale.

"Hey," I managed to say.

"Get your boring ass here, girl, there is gist!"

He sounded happy—I envy his happiness, so jealous I'd ask to buy some.

"Boy, not gonna lie, I'm not in the mood," I said trying to turn him down.

I had forgotten he never takes no for an answer.

"You had better get your ass here, I don't wanna show up to that ghostly and eerie apartment of yours. You need some light in your life, babe. I have an important gist for you. Come down to Moonview right now."

I heard the beep sound—he didn't let me reply; so good, another section of a day in my worthless life.

He was right though, I actually needed some air and distraction. I needed to feel something else than pain.

I threw some clothes on, in its grey and sad.

And soon I was already in my car leaving my predicament behind in my eerie apartment.