Ruthless

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The room felt like it was closing in on me after the announcement left Edward's lips.

The announcement of my unexpected pregnancy had made me conflicted and indecisive about how to feel. The only thing I knew was there was just this hollow numbness as if I was detached from my own body, my own mind. I felt a void open inside me.

The night in the cabin... the heat, the desperation, the recklessness of it all came back to me in flashes. Only if I had been firm about having protected sex, but it's too late. Now, the consequences are crushing me under its weight.

A soft 'hmm' escaped me, barely more than a breath, and the silence that followed was thick and stifling. Edward just kept staring at me with his posture relaxed, but his eyes sharp, dissecting me with every passing second.

I could feel the pressure of his gaze on my skin, but I couldn't afford to show him the effect he had on me.

Minutes dragged by, I began to grow more apprehensive as tension grew between us like a storm about to break.

Why is he not speaking? As for someone who loves silence, I so badly wanted him to show any kind of response. I don't care if he screams too, but I realized Edward had no intention to give me any kind of response.

Finally, the words I never thought I'd hear myself say came out in a hoarse whisper, "I want an abortion." The words fell like stones, heavy and irreversible.

I braced myself, knowing Edward's volatile and controlling nature. But none of that came. Instead of the raging storm, all I received was a simple hum. A low sound of acknowledgment, devoid of emotion.

The eerily calmness in his response unnerved me more than any outburst could have and yet again, in a matter of a minute, I craved his anger.

I, unblinking, observed him searching for some clue as to what Edward was thinking. His face was expressionless as usual.

Why wasn't he reacting?

Why wasn't he angry?

Edward picked up a piece of watermelon from the tray. Without saying a word, he took it to my lips, his eyes never leaving mine.

I opened my mouth, obediently taking the bite, unsure if I was trying to appease him or simply too afraid to do anything else. I chewed mechanically, the taste bland just like how I was feeling inside, but I swallowed it down anyway.

Edward fed me another piece, and then another. He kept feeding me in silence, his gaze never leaving mine, until most of the portion was gone.

I shook my head in refusal as he tried to feed me. "No more," I mumbled, fully expecting him to insist. Edward wasn't the type to take no for an answer.

Edward's eyes flicked at the untouched bowl of soup that sat on the table, now long cold. His gaze then shifted back to me, studying me with that intense, calculating look I had come to fear. The silence stretched between us again, heavy and tense. I shifted uncomfortably, unsure of what was going to happen next. My hands fidgeted in my lap, fingers tangling together as I waited for some kind of response from him.

When he didn't, I thought that was it—that we would end the conversation here. But then Edward reached into his pocket. I watched him pull something out. It was medicine.... orange pills.

Taking out one of the 10 pills, he held it in his hand for a moment before gesturing to me to take it. I carefully and curiously gazed at the pills and when I looked up at Edward, I could feel the question on my lips before I even spoke.