Derelict Whispers

Prologue

“So I am pregnant,” I breathed, then stared at him, “and you're the father.”

His breath went heavy as if that news took his breath away and left him breathless. Well, nothing can stop me from breaking that wonderful news to him. I mean, regardless of our position right now, him lying on the couch and then there's me towering over him. I am just so over the moon right now, but I won't show it to him.

He was about to speak, but I managed to speak first. “Do not even think that this is not yours for it is only you who I slept with.”

Then I handed him the pregnancy test which has two pink lines, proving my claim that I am pregnant. I am carrying his child. I am expecting a baby. He is the father of the growing life inside me.

“What do you want me to do?” he asked me in a stupidest manner.

I blinked as I gathered all my strength to stop myself from hitting his handsome face. Why does he sounds so stupid right now? Hello? We had sex, a baby was formed, naturally, he'll father it. So what the fuck was that question? Or was that even a question?

Sighing, I calmed myself. “You must marry me.”

His lips parted out of incredulity, but I showed no reluctancy of being vulgar once again. I don't need to beat around the bush. I'm so done with that.

“I know, Kareem. I know what you are thinking. I know that I am being too old-fashioned lady again, but don't you think it is right and just?” I asked him as I remained staring at him. “Tell me, will your parents be happy with the announcement that you got me pregnant and you'll just run away from your responsibility?”

I smirked when I received no response from him, hence I continued, “Or should I say, will your family's company investors be happy with the shocking news that a child was formed out of wedlock?”

He gulped hardly. That was the moment he sat down, and stared at me like he couldn't believe what I was saying. Well, we're in the same boat. I can't believe that I'm doing this. This is just not part of my plan. I only plan to be here; to live here, but him getting me pregnant changed my plan. Or more likely. . . added something to my plan.

I want to get married here, build a family, and live my life to the fullest. I will take care of our child—or children, then I'll do everything to not let them experience what I had traumatically experienced. I will try my best to be a good mother. 

I shrugged my shoulder when I noticed that he was still not moving. “And I am not considering abortion here. That's a no, no. I spread my legs, you stick your dick out, a baby came next. That's a fact, and I am not and won't get rid of this little angel growing inside me. Never will.”

He was silent, so I figured out myself that he was in deep thoughts. When that happens, I walk away. I must walk away. So I did what was thinkable: I walked away; leaving him there weighing things. I just hope that he'll use his balls. I mean, he once made use of that. Might as well use it again, but with sense this time.

When I entered my condo, I was beyond appalled upon seeing my cousin: Kailee. She was just sitting on one couch; eyes fixated on the blank frame that was pinned on the wall. Her face was all red: like she was fuming mad. No. She is fuming mad.

“I almost forgot that I gave you a spare key,” I muttered as soon as I got myself into the living room. I sat on the couch and crossed my legs.

Kailee finally looked at me. Her left eye was slightly twitching. I could imagine her seething.

“You. . .” She stood up and marched towards where I sat. She stood in front of me as her fists balled. Maybe out of frustration? I don't know.

“Is it true that you are. . .” She glanced at my abdomen part meaningfully. As a reply, I caressed it and flashed a small smile.

Her eyes widened then it darkened. “I cannot believe this!”

My breath hitched as I shut my eyes tightly. I kept my hands on my tummy and caressed it softly. Aside from chewing my inside cheeks, this has become my new way of calming myself: feeling my little one's presence inside me.

“H-How?!” she nudged as if getting pregnant is the most difficult and unimaginable thing that one could experience. “How come you're suddenly pregnant?!”

I opened my eyes and met her raging ones. “Do you really want me to narrate how it happened? Or do you want a re-demonstration?”

Her lips parted with incredulity. Then she bit her lip. She remained staring at me, so I did, too.

“You're a bitch, Riri,” she murmured under her breath; enough for me to hear it.

I sighed lazily and gave her a light nod. “Okay.”

She looked at me like she couldn't believe what she heard from me. I stood up and turned my back against her. I've got no time for her rhetorical questions.

“I am going to sleep,” I told her as I kept on walking. “You know your way out, Kailee.”

I left her there. I entered my bedroom and washed myself first before I blow-dry my hair, then I took my afternoon nap. Ever since I had my little one, I resemble a cat that naps at everytime I get a leisure time. It was a good thing, though.

Everything's making me sick in the head; but I swam with the flow. I don't have an idea if what I said to Kareem knocked some senses out of him, but I just found myself walking in the aisle one day: clad in my simple white knee-length dress, walking my way towards the man I've always believe that will complete me.

I know he will really complete me, yet never did I thought that he will also break me.

Into fucking unimaginable pieces.