'Oh shit....how did I let this happen? What am I-no we going to do?! I have to tell him.. Or not.... I mean I could just leave. But that will kill the both of us. Oh fuck.' My thoughts were going wild, and to be honest I had no idea what I should do. I mean I can't go back home now and if he is angry and kicks me out I'll be out on the street.
A knock rapped on the door, not even moving from where I was huddled in a corner in the bathroom floor I just told them to 'go away'.
"I will not. What's wrong? I can know something's up." Malcolm sighed from his side of our barrier. "Lanette please tell me."
"I...I can't. You'll hate me." I tried to hold back a sob. I heard a chuckle from him. "Oh so I'm funny now am I? My fears of being deserted are just so hilarious." I shouted at him.
"No. I could never hate you. And no, I don't think your fears or misconceptions are funny either. Please tell me."
"Just open the door and find out for yourself." I stood holding what he wanted out so as soon as he came in he'd see. The door creaked open and footsteps sounded towards me. I kept my head down and eyes shut as he came closer.
"What's this?" He took the white stick from me. "Is this real?" I heard him whisper. " No no no no.... This isn't possible-this can't be happening." He threw the stick away and I felt tears roll down my face. Suddenly his hands took ahold of my cheeks. Stroking my face and hair he kissed me. "I'm not mad... I'm terrified, but not mad." he paused and placed his forehead against mine. "How could I be? You carry my child."
The next few days and weeks consisted of him buying me vitamins and everything needed. It was weird though. If I wanted or needed something he would be there not two seconds after I had thought it. I had come to the conclusion that he was psychic.... The truth was much harsher and stranger.
"I'll get it." I shouted making my way to the door. Beating Malcolm to it he huffed and pouted away, mumbling about how I need to relax.
"Hello?" Two big men stood outside. "How may I-"
"Where's Malcolm?" Terminator one asked. I don't know why but they reminded me of Arnold Schwarzenegger.
"Mal!" I waddled my the month pregnant self to the couch,"someone's here to see you." I was dropping myself onto the couch when Malcolm pulled me back up mid-plop. "What the hell, Mal?" I sighed as he shuffed me behind him. "Malcolm, what's going on?"
"We're just some old friends of," Schwarzenegger 2 gives Mal a quizzical look. "Malcolm."
"Why are you here? Last I checked neither you or Ethrieal were archangels, were you, Orpheious?"
The one called Ethrieal sneared. "We've been premoted."
"That's lovely. But that still doesn't explain what you're doing here. So do tell."
"We're here because the child that has been conceived is an abamination to our Father."
"I know what you're thinking, and if you try I will not feel pity or guilt about killing you."
"Malornius, it is not our will but our father and king. We can not...will not defy him. Don't force me to hurt you and your wench." Mal bowed his head and chuckled.
"Now you've just made me angry." He then made a symbol in the air and with that the men literally flew out of our door.
"Explain the fuck just happened? Malornius? You're kidding right? Oh CHRIST my baby's daddy is in a gang, aren't you?"
'Baby calm down. This amount of stress isn't well for you or the baby.'
"And how the hell do you do that?!" I cried as I gripped my head. Malcolm or Malornius gently gripped my knees and pulled me onto his lap.
"I will explain everything you want me to. But I warn you now, it can be overwhelming."
"I don't care what your story is, just tell me the truth."
"I swear I will."
