How Bad Could You Really Be?

The hardest reconciliation.

I called down to the front desk. It wasn't a busy time of the week so I personally extended my stay there. I found a doctor's clinic nearby. They had a few slots open so I got directions and hurried there before they closed. They ran the normal tests for that sort of thing. Again I was kept waiting for the results. My fingers tapped quickly on the thin paper that protected the leather texture of the bed. My teeth chattered together. What if it was just a false positive? What if I'm not really pregnant. But the worst question I asked myself was; what if I am? I had no idea how Oncie would take it. He's already very worn down. But I mean this was his fault, wasn't it? Or do I hold the Greedler responsible? My heart nearly stopped at the idea of him being a father. There was a knock at the door. I took a deep breath in and was unknowingly holding it. The doctor popped his head inside. He had a smile on his face.

"How are we doing tonight?" he asked.

"What does it say?" I asked.

"Okay well, you are pregnant. And if this is not something you want there are options," he started.

He was talking about whatever options there were for me. I wasn't listening though. Part of me was so angry. How could this happen? No, I knew how this happened; I should have done more to stop the bastard. I took some pamphlets from the doctor who ushered me to the front desk. I paid for the visit and left. When I got back to the hotel I packed my things and decided to head home after all. It was getting late, but there was another train that would come at nine thirty. I went to check out.

"Oh, your room has already been taken care of," the front desk man said.

"What? Who would...?" I stopped myself

I knew who would do that. I was informed a car was waiting for me outside. My eyes rolled as I lugged my suitcase behind me. I didn't need to guess which car it is. It was the obnoxiously ostentatious one. A man was waiting by the door he opened it and motioned for me to get inside. My teeth clenched together seeing Oncie in that car. We all get it you've made lots of money. I pulled my suitcase abruptly as I turned toward away from the car. The driver jumped back in the car. I had started towards the train station. This wasn't a much bigger town than where I grew up so of course everyone was watching. This was the last thing I wanted. I ignored the car as the window rolled down.

"Skye, get in," Oncie said.

"What are you doing here? How did you even find me?" I asked.

"Your dad told me."

"No, he didn't."

"How do you know?"

"Because he, like me, is really angry with you!"

My body was shaking I was so angry. There was a park on the right. It cut over to the station so I turned away from him. Why the hell was he here? I shook my head to the side as I heard the car door slam shut. It sounded like it was closed with a lot more force than needed. So now he was either mad at me or Greedler had come out to talk. Neither of those I could handle right now. Footsteps quickly caught up to me as he grabbed my arm. I tried to pull my arm from his grasp, but he wouldn't let me go.

"Skye, what the hell are you doing here?" he asked.

My body shook as I glared back at him. That stupid green outfit was pissing me off. He could have worn something a bit more subtle. It's like he needed the attention. I spun around and slapped him as hard as I could across the face. He was completely shocked. As were the few people passing by seeing the famous business man getting slapped on the face. His blue eyes stared at me waiting for an answer.

"Why else would I come here? I had to finish work for my book!"

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Why haven't you contacted me in a month?"