Jason left a little while ago, but I can’t move. I am still and numb. My life has taken a very big turn.
It was only a month ago that I had found my ex cheating on me with two big-boobed whores. A month ago that I decided to go to a club and ended up losing my virginity.
A month later, I find out I’m pregnant. I’M PREGNANT. A pregnancy that is unknown to the dad. A pregnancy where I had already lost a baby.
And now I find out that I was kidnapped and that my birth mother is mentally unstable?
I decide to look for something to eat before I go to sleep. I make a chicken sandwich and pour some chocolate milk. I put my food on the island and take out my phone.
I need a job now more than ever. I notice that the job that I was interviewed for is still open, but I skip past it. I can’t work for the man responsible for my pregnancy.
I find another opening for a personal assistant for the CEO of C and S Company. I know being a PA might be tedious, but I could still apply.
I’m sure the pay is good. I decide to apply for the position before retiring to sleep.
When I wake up, the room is still dark. I reach for my phone to check the time. 4:20 a.m. Oh, great. I get out of bed and decide to go for a jog. Jogging won’t affect the baby, right?
I get into my jogging gear and take a bottle of water from the fridge. I put my earbuds in my ears and leave the apartment after double checking the lock.
The air is slightly warm as I start out on the empty road. I love jogging, I go up to three times a week, depending on my moods. I run mostly to relieve stress.
I run down the familiar road for about twenty minutes when I see a body next to the road. I stop abruptly and consider whether I should check it out, or just head back home.
I know if I don’t check I’ll only feel guilty afterward.
I take in a deep breath and approach the body. As I get closer, I realize that the body is a man’s. I go to him and I see that there is blood covering his face and chest.
He’s breathing, although he’s unconscious. I take my phone out to call for an ambulance.
I take my bottled water and try to wash the blood off his face, and my breath hitches when I see the stupid, handsome face of Sydney Kings.
I stand up quickly from my crouching position and look at the face, my eyes wide.
What happened to him? There are purple bruises on his chest and face, and he has a cut on his stomach. His attacker must have left him for dead.
My heartbeat quickens when I remember he’s the father of my unborn baby. I kneel next to him. The ambulance is taking forever, and as the minutes go by, the more anxious and restless I become.
“Hey. You have to be strong. You hear? I called for an ambulance—it’ll be here soon.” As soon as I utter the words I hear the sound of the siren in the distance.
“Thank God,” I mutter, relieved. I stand and look at the direction it’s coming from.
Two minutes later, they’ve loaded Sydney into the ambulance. I decide to go with him. The medical people clean his wounds as I watch silently, not knowing what to do.
I have a weird feeling in my chest, but I don’t want to know what it is.
We arrive at the same hospital that I just got discharged from. Sydney is rushed to the operating room to have a bullet removed from his arm. How had I missed the bullet wound?
I wait in the waiting room as the medical people do their thing.
It’s 7 a.m. when the doctor tells me that Sydney has been transferred to a room and that he’s where he’s sleeping and should be asleep for another six or so hours.
I go to his room and sit next to his bed in the only chair available and I watch him sleep.
His face looks somewhat peaceful compared to how it was before the surgery.
His eyebrows are thick. They are perfect for his face. I look at his closed eyes and remember how their gray color reminded me of silver. His eyelashes are so long!
I scoff, wondering why he would need long lashes. Maybe I could get some scissors and cut them. He won’t know I did it. Right?
My eyes move to his nose, which looks slightly crooked. I bet he has broken it a couple of times. There is a pale line running from the left side of his nose to his cheek.
Stupidly, I lift my hand without any thought and bring it to the scar. My heart skips a beat when I hear a voice just as I touch his face.
“What are you doing with my fiancé?”
I extract my hand quickly, my eyes like a deer caught in headlights.
The voice comes from a woman who is taller than me and looks like a model. She’s wearing a short pink skirt and a matching coat. Her hair is blonde and she has green eyes.
She is so beautiful. I bet she’s a model.
I remember her words and stiffen. “Fiancé?” My heart starts beating quickly and I move away from Sydney. I can’t believe I had sex with an engaged man. How dare he?
“I’m the one who got your fiancé here. I found him after he was brutally attacked. Now that you are here, I’ll get going.” I gave her a sarcastic smile as I left the room and made my way back to my apartment.
I had no money on me, and walking would take at least thirty minutes.
And I did just that.
I arrived home and placed my phone on the kitchen island before making my way to the bathroom. I reeked of sweat and I felt so uncomfortable in my slightly damp clothes.
I took a quick shower and made some breakfast, but as soon as I finished eating, I felt nauseous. I ran to the bathroom and threw up every bite of food I had eaten.
I sighed. Morning sickness. And now I’m hungry again. Crap!
