For Your Eyes Only [h.s.]

Ch. 69 - The Present

Adelaide Young
May 17, 2022
Somewhere in England

"Adelaide, darling, "god he makes my skin crawl, "mother mentioned you haven't really been using much of what I've offered in your bathroom." When he says mother, all I can think of is where Anne is right now, and how worried she must be.

"Are you telling me you think I smell?" I dare to speak back, but also genuinely wondering what he's getting at. 

He turns to face me, his expression sharp and angry. He rolls his neck and makes an effort to calm himself. "No, I meant more specifically. You've been moved in with me for some time now, and haven't used a single..." he grows awkward, "well, any of the tampons."

A chill runs down my spine; he knows. 

I work to continue to take the bite of food that was just about to meet my lips without showing any fear or confirmation of his discovery. I've managed to not show, only being what I assume is around 4 months along and I've been wearing such oversized clothing here with what he gives me... I knew I couldn't get away with it long, I just didn't think it would be today. 

"I haven't?" I say, trying to play dumb. He's kinder when I let him feel smarter than me. He places his hand over mine. 

"No, you haven't." The palm of his hand is so rough, so harsh, that even just this so called gentle touch makes my stomach sour. "Let's not pretend. You lied to me when I found that box with those tests. You said they were Macey's... you said..."

"Please, understand, I-"

"You lied to me Adelaide." He says, stern and angry. I've had to work so hard to feed into his delusions that I want to be here, want... him. I think back to the night he took me, how quickly the pieces fell into place...

"You said you hadn't slept with Harry while you were here Adelaide."

"I haven't!" I shouted, panting from all the running. When he first came for me I went into fight mode immediately. "I swear, I've wanted you. I wanted you to save me from Noah, and now from Harry and this crazy life he's caused me... you're right, you've always been right. Please." I begged.

"Then what are these?" He yelled back, sticking the box full of my positive pregnancy tests in my face.

"They're Macey's!" I thought last minute. "Macey flew out here, you know that. She flew out here and surprised me that she's pregnant!" I walked over to him, afraid, and touched his cheek. I knew the only way out alive, was to play into his fantasy. I had to make him believe I wanted him, I would deal with whatever was to happen next, then.

"I'm not pregnant, and I haven't even slept with Harry lately. You've always been right, every message... showing up at that show. I understand why you were angry, angry with me. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." I told him, stroking his sweaty cheek. 

"Then why did you run for the knife?" He spits out, turning to face me.

"I was afraid, I'm dumb - I hurt myself didn't I? Please. I'm not pregnant, those are Macey's, please." I looked up at him, consciously trying to look as innocent and feminine as possible. He loves the idea of a damsel in distress. I can do this, I know how to play this to get out of here.

He leaned down, and kissed me. A test. It took everything in me to fight the bile from rising in my throat, so I allowed him. In that moment, I knew I had him, I watched his shoulders and expression relax in unison when he pulled away. When his eyes opened again, he looked like a totally different person.