MR AND MRS

3.

Olivia's house was quiet, a stark contrast to the turmoil churning inside her. She had just stepped out of the shower, wrapping herself in a towel when she heard a loud knock at the door. Her heart skipped a beat, a sense of foreboding washing over her. She hesitated, but the knocking grew more insistent.

"Olivia, open up! I know you're in there," a familiar voice called out, making her blood run cold.

Zayden.

With trembling hands, she opened the door a crack, but Zayden pushed it wide open, forcing his way inside. Before she could react, he grabbed her by the neck and pinned her against the wall. Olivia gasped for breath, her eyes wide with fear.

"You think you can just leave me? Huh?" Zayden snarled, his grip tightening. "You belong to me, Olivia. And you're going to get back with me, or else."

"Zayden, please," Olivia choked out, tears streaming down her face. "Let me go."

He released her, but the threat in his eyes remained. "You have a week to make up your mind. And don't tell anyone about this, or you'll regret it, stupid hore."

With that, Zayden stormed out of the house, leaving Olivia trembling and terrified. She sank to the floor, struggling to catch her breath, the reality of the situation crashing down on her.

Later that evening, Olivia sat on her bed, her mind racing. She couldn't shake the fear that gripped her after Zayden's visit. To make matters worse, she had been feeling off lately—nauseous, fatigued, and strangely emotional. She grabbed her phone and dialed Simone's number, needing to talk to someone.

"Hey, Liv. What's up?" Simone answered cheerfully.

"Simone, I... I don't feel right. I think something's wrong with me," Olivia said, her voice shaky.

"What's going on? Are you sick?" Simone asked, her tone shifting to concern.

"I don't know. I just... I've been feeling nauseous, tired all the time, and... my period is late," Olivia admitted.

Simone was silent for a moment before she spoke again. "Olivia, those sound like pregnancy symptoms. Have you taken a test?"

"No," Olivia replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I'm coming over," Simone said firmly. "Hang tight."

A short while later, Simone arrived at Olivia's house, a pregnancy test in hand. She hugged Olivia tightly, then pulled back, her eyes filled with determination.

"Liv, you need to take this test. Let's find out for sure," Simone urged.

Olivia hesitated but saw the earnest concern in Simone's eyes. Reluctantly, she took the test and went into the bathroom. Minutes felt like hours as she waited, anxiety gnawing at her. Finally, she emerged, the test in her hand, tears streaming down her face.

Simone took one look at the test and gasped. "Oh my God, Liv. It's positive! You're pregnant!"

Olivia collapsed onto the bed, her body wracked with sobs. Simone sat beside her, wrapping an arm around her friend.

"Hey, it's okay. We can handle this together," Simone said softly.

Olivia shook her head, overwhelmed by fear and uncertainty. "Simone, I... I don't know what to do."

"Do you want the father know?" Simone asked gently.

"No," Olivia whispered, the weight of the secret heavy on her heart.

"Why do you not want to tell him?" Simone pressed.

"I don't know. I'm scared," Olivia admitted, thinking about Zayden's threats. "I don’t want to talk about it right now."