Runaway Husband

4: The Fight

I try to look around but everything is out of focus. The lights are blinding my eyes and causing floaties to swim across my vision, the purple hazes constantly repeating their path. Everything is so blurry and the ringing in my ears will not stop. I tap my ears, thinking it would stop, but it makes it even worse. Ugh! When I sit up everything starts to spin again. It's actually making me sick. I fucked up. I fucked up big time. I wish I could take it back. Be smarter. I wasn't thinking. Damnit! I rub my ears and the ringing still continues, echoing in my head. I'm going to spew. My legs are so wobbly but I manage to sit up on my knees, trying to adjust to the room around me. I'm in the kitchen and the lights are off except for the light above the oven. The floor is so fucking cold. Fuck...I should have thought this through. He did it for my own good

Six hours earlier

"One large matcha latte, one medium chai latte, one Irish creme latte medium, two pumpkin loaves."

"Heard!"

I grab the cups and start filling them, ignoring the strong scents that are making me want to vomit everywhere. If I were to I don't think we would get much tips ha ha. I swallow back the saliva pooling in my mouth and carry on, adding creme and sugar to the drinks.

"Tomorrow is the day! Are you ready?" Mia smiles at me when she starts the next order. It's finally slowed down so that she can help. It usually slows down around 2 and picks back up at 3 when people get out of school.

I shrug, placing the receipt in the customer's dainty hand. "I mean, as ready as I'll ever be I guess."

I walk to the glass case and slide the door to the pastries open, grabbing two loaves with the silver tongs.

"You know, you don't have to get rid of it, you know."

I turn around quickly and bang my hand against the counter. Fuck!!!

"Ow ow ow," I cry out, flopping my hand around dramatically.

"Clumsy ass," she chuckles.

"Mia love, you know I can't," I whisper, hoping no one here understands what we are talking about.

"Remi, yes you can!" She places the cups on the counter, yelling out for their name as she flops the packaged bread loaves down as well. "Listen, if you want an abortion, like you, Remington Leith Turner, do not want a baby, you know I will respect that and support you in every way that I can. It's just I've been watching you today and you've been rubbing your tummy a lot and you even smile at it! Face it, you even have a bump going on! You have to be farther along than 4 weeks! Remi, if you want out of your situation, I can help you. I have some money saved up and I can help you get on your feet. Hell you can even stay with me! But don't give up that baby if you want to keep it sweetie."

I look down and find my hand on my small swollen tummy, tears springing into my eyes. I can't help it. This is fucking scary. I wipe them with my other hand quickly and look up at the ceiling, hoping they will stop. "I have to, Mia. I can't bring a baby into a world like this, where their father is an abusive cheating maniac! What if he hurts them? He probably doesn't even want a baby anyways!"

Mia wraps her arms around me and I can't help but sob out pitifully, letting all of my emotions go. "It's going to be okay sweetie, whatever happens, right? Regardless, you need away from him so let's start planning that. We will start tomorrow, babe."

I wipe the tears off again and nod, noticing the door chime goes off. At least this will keep my mind off this shit for awhile.

Six hits and my ankles are screaming at me to sit down. I am so not looking forward to the walk home. I'm even half tempted to call an Uber. If my ankles are already this sore I can't imagine how sore they would be at a full term pregnancy. No Remi, don't even think that far.