Did You Just Say Pregnant?!

Chapter 12

-Olivia-

Before I could think any more on the father issue, I trudged my way to my bedroom and was about to sink into bed when the doorbell rang.

Who would ring the doorbell at this time of the night? I glanced at my watch and then scrunched my eyebrows up in confusion. It said it was only 7.30 pm. I shook my head as I looked through the window to see who it was and stopped.

It was Phil.

Should I open the door? Or should I pretend that I am not home? I whipped out my phone and called Jordan. He didn’t pick up so I left a voice mail and whispered, “Jordan, I need you here right now. It’s Phil, bring some help. Please hurr-“ but I dropped my phone in surprise when I heard a shout from outside.

"OLIVIIAAAA!" Phil yelled from through the door.

Even though he only had said my name, I could tell he was drunk because of his slurred speech and how the word dragged. I didn't answer him and I just stood there. I bit my lip as I waited for him to go away. He wouldn't stop knocking on the door or ringing the doorbell.

Suddenly, all was quiet in and outside the apartment. I thought he may have left so I let out a breath of relief. Talk about unexpected drama or what? I then heard a scuffle of a key and my heart froze in place. A gust of wind entered the apartment as I heard the door shut.

Silence.

I was sitting in the living room, and I automatically turned my head to the doorway. A few moments he shot into the room, sat down before grabbing the remote and turning the telly on. I just looked at him, but he didn't acknowledge that.

"Stop looking at me woman!" Phil groaned.

"Get out, Phil. Now." I screamed.

"It’s my f*cking house!" he yelled back.

"No Phil. Think back to 8 years ago. I was employed and I was the successful editor of a well-known newspaper. Remember, I was the well paid journalist. What were you? Oh right yeah of course, you were unemployed. I am giving you 5 minutes to get out of my house. Get your clothes and leave. Now." I barked at him, releasing the full wrath of my anger.

Did he think I was his b*tch or something? If he did, he had another thing coming!

"What if I don’t leave?" Phil asked menacingly.

He crawled forward over to me from the couch, I opened my mouth to scream but all that came out was a dry cough. I don’t know how much time had passed since I left that voicemail, it felt like hours let alone what probably was a few minutes.

"What she would do is rely on her close friend to kick your ass," Jordan stated walking into the room with confidence.

"Who the f*ck do you think you are?" Phil screamed.

"You don't know me." Jordan answered.

"Then why don't you leave me and my wife alone," Phil shouted back.

"Wife?!" Jordan scoffed.

"Yes." Phil retorted.

"If she was your wife you wouldn't beat her. Why don't you just admit to everything you have done to her? Every little slap or punch. I have seen bruises on her face many times before. Why don't you answer me?" Jordan flung the questions across at Phil out of nowhere.

"I haven't done anything to her. We just made love, I like it rougher than usual." Phil answered nonchalantly.

"No, what I call it is r*pe." Jordan says loudly.