The Abandoned Witch

Chapter 1

Amelia’s POV

Waking up, I smile; today is the day I tell him. Today is the day I share with my husband, Trey, that we are finally expecting! It’s been two years since we got married, and after several miscarriages, we will finally have a sweet baby girl! I look down at my small stomach bump, rubbing where my sweet baby is. I smile again. I look over to wake up Trey but find he is gone already. He must have headed to work early again. He’s been working hard the past few months preparing for a massive project. I’ll surprise him with lunch today. He deserves it.

I slip down to the kitchen and put together a small breakfast. I turn on the coffee pot and put bread in the toaster. I walk over to the fridge and note that I must stop by the market on my way home later. Pulling out the eggs, I get a few frying. As the toast pops up, I butter it and pour myself some coffee. As I sit down to eat, I take the meds the doctor gave me to help keep food down. It’s been a long three months, and it’s been hard to keep it from Trey, but I know he would be crushed if I couldn’t keep the baby. I couldn’t bear to watch him be disappointed in me again. But yesterday, the doctor confirmed that the baby is healthy and that the chances of miscarriage are slim.

After breakfast, I hope in the shower, letting the warm water ease the pain in my lower back. The water runs across my breasts and my little bump and puddles in the bottom of the shower. Washing my long black hair is a chore, but Trey likes it when it’s long, and that’s enough for me to put up with it. I pour the soap on my sponge and start washing up. I want to look my best when I give him the good news. I stay in the shower until the water runs cold.

As I step out, I dry off and quickly braid my hair. Smiling, I think about how Trey loves it intertwined, being able to pull it when we have s*x. He liked things rough. Not that I minded. It was fun. Things had always been that way with us since we were kids. He always played rough, and it was just who he was. I put on makeup, and I love it when it’s nice and light, making my natural beauty shine through. I slip on my favorite black dress that hugs my figure and shows off my bump. It hangs just above my knees and goes down to my elbows. It’s sexy but fine to wear to the office. Slipping on my shoes, I head out the door. It’s a short 15-minute drive to Trey’s office. I’ll stop at his favorite café on the way for lunch.

Walking into the office building, I stop and chat with the receptionist. She always has a smile on her face, but then again, I guess that’s part of her job. I head off to where Trey’s office is. I can’t help but feel a weird energy around the office building. Things feel off, and I can’t put my finger on it. Looking around, everyone averts their gaze when my eyes land on them. Oh well, on to the task at hand. For some reason, I feel nervous. Maybe it’s just morning sickness again. Taking a deep breath, I walk forward and open the door. Seeing them, I freeze. In his office, Trey has his secretary sitting in his lap.

I turn and run. Behind me, I could hear Trey yelling, wanting to know what the hell I was doing there and why no one warned him. I can hear him chasing after me, but I don’t stop. As I step out of the building onto the sidewalk, my heel breaks, and I fall. Looking up, I see a cyclist coming up and putting my hands up, trying to protect myself and brace for the impact. Yet it never comes. Peeking beyond my hands, I see that the cyclist is floating in the air. What the hell, I think. Looking back at the door, I see Trey standing there stunned. I quickly get up and head towards my car.

“Amelia! Wait!” I hear Trey yell. “No!” I say, choking back a sob. “I don’t want to hear it.” “Let me explain!” begs Trey. I spin on my heels, revealing the bump growing on my stomach. “It doesn’t matter what you have to say. Nothing could possibly make me forgive you.” I yell, my eyes glowing and sparks flying through the air. “W-W-What the h-h-hell is going on with you?” stutters out Trey, clearly afraid. He swallows his fear and asks, “How could you not tell me you were pregnant?” “It doesn’t matter. You will have nothing to do with me or our daughter anymore. Go back to the slut of a secretary in your office.” I turn back around and walk to my car across the street. Trey reaches out, grabbing my hand. “Please,” he begs. I stop in my tracks, lowering my head. “No,” I whisper, pulling my hand away and walking.

Stepping out into the street, I forgot to look. I just wanted to get to the car. Before I could react, a car hits me. Trey runs to me, but I can’t hear what he is saying. It doesn’t matter. I welcome death rather than being with him, not when he’s been cheating. Trey scoops me up in his arms, his hands on my face, trying to get me to focus, but I can’t. I’m too tired and close my eyes, letting the blackness surround me.