𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐒✓

one

LILITH

"You will die at age twenty-two." The lady with pitch black hair said. It reflected a blue colour on the dim lights. It reached down to her waist and it was completely straight. Like ironed couple of minutes ago.

Her light blue eyes roamed over my face. Her long nose was decorated with a piercing. There was something in the way she was staring at me. It was something I haven't seen in anyone's eyes whenever they were looking at me.

It was pity.

A necklace with a moon hung over her cleavage. It was black with a purple stones around it. It was shiny but not as much as the rings on her fingers. There were so many of them.

Gold, silver, with stones and with crystals.

The dark red nails traced the lines of my right palm. When her index finger reached to the centre of my palm, she dug her nail deeper, marking me slightly wince.

"There is a dark cloud above you, my dear. Something bad is going to happen." Her raspy voice reached my ears yet again.

She was not the typical fortune teller you would think of. She didn't have the glowing globe in front of her or didn't have the colourful clothes with a vail on her head and golden coins falling over her forehead.

No. She looked ordinary. Her dress was black with long sleeves, matching her hair. Her makeup was actually beautifully done with dark colours. She looked elegant.

"That's enough! We didn't come here for you to talk nonsense." My mother in law snatched my hand away. Her face was morphed with rage.

It was her idea we get here in the first place.

I didn't believe in fortune telling and I wasn't going to start now. Whatever the lady in front of me was saying, didn't matter at all.

"Just tell us if you see a baby in the future." She asked the last question, her hand still gripping mine. Her brown hair that had few white strands on the side, was tied in a slick bun. Her makeup was like always. A thin eyeliner and red lips.

There was a wrinkle on her suit jacket and if she saw it, she would freak out. She was a perfectionist.

Just like right now. She wanted to know if I will get pregnant in the near future. When I got married she expected me to get pregnant right away.

I can't make the baby on my own, I wanted to say.

Her son didn't even look my way. He didn't plan on putting a baby in my stomach. Maybe one of his mistresses will be good enough to bear his child.

At least then my mother in law was going to leave me alone.

A sigh of irritation left her lips and she stood up, letting go of my hand. The chair almost fell back from the force. The room we were in was dark, there was barely any lights in here.

I was only able to see two feet around me.

My stomach growled and I chewed on the inside of my lip. I just wanted to leave. And I was hungry.

"Let's go Lilith. It was enough." Sloane, my mother in law, said and dug into her bag. She took out two hundred dollars and threw them on the table covered with a red velvety material.

I wrapped my fingers over the strap of the bag on my lap and nodded.

Sloane ran her palm over the skirt of her body-con dress and lifted her chin up. I bet she was fuming inside. She didn't like things not going her way. And now that I was not pregnant, not by my fault, she was probably planning to take me to the hospital for a possible IVF treatment.