Where The Heathens Lay

Chapter 13

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Two weeks later

The first few days, I was convinced that I was schitzophrenic, that the Heathens and the demons we're just figments of my imagination. I thought that the people I saw were my way of coping with my problems.

The first few days, I felt nothing everything seemed fine me wise. That was until my period went missing in action. Harry didn't seem to suspect anything of the sort. He was too busy working on his stupid laptop to even notice me so that was a good sign even though I sometimes craved the unwanted attention and affection.

However, on Monday when I awoke my lower abdomen started aching something serious. I thought it was pre menstrual cramps until the next day my breast began to be sore to the touch and swell. It even hurt to wear a bra, so I didn't.

That's when I knew that the woman who visited me that night wasn't part of my imagination, she was real and so was everything else. I had so many conspiracies floating through my wonderous mind. I myself wondered why the random seemingly dead people were trying to give me hints on what  was going to happen to me.

A few hours later reality set in, I couldn't have a baby certainly not by Harry. He was vile and disgusting and these days he sickened me to my stomach. At the sight of him I felt ill. I often spend hours inside the familiar bath tub in which I once cried in and begged for death. I also found myself enjoying things that I once disliked.

I always craved sweet tea, in which I hate but I went along with it; knowing that the demon baby was to blame.

To be honest, Im beginning to be fond of the thing even if it was the size of a pea. I often felt like an aquarium holding a goldfish.

The kids were bringing me to tears every day because they were calling me their mother so much. Every time I cried, Harry would just stare at me like I was slowly going insane.

Last but not least I was cussing way more than I used to, I was getting further away from my faith it was slipping from my grip and I couldn't do anything about it.

"Would you stop staring at the wall already you're bloody freaking me out," Harry called from the bed, I had just finished bathing and was just standing there.

No matter how much I despised Harry, I knew that I couldn't take an innocent life. I knew I'd regret it and I was sure the kids wouldn't be happy when they'd learn what happened.

"What has been up with you these few days you've gone batshit crazy," Harry called once again from the bed. I wish he'd shut up.

He was slowly getting the message that something wasn't right. I had to get back in character no matter how hard it was.

"Nothing just thinking about the out of control nanny that you hired," I. said hurridley blaming my weird behavior onto Juley mainly because we didn't like each other.

"Did you know that she smokes around the kids her and her emo boyfriend," I said as I crawled into the bed.  "I am aware of that yes," he smiled at my distressed state. I know he only admitted it once, but I think that he secretly enjoys the misfortune or discomfort of others.

"Well I don't want my kids running around with messed up lungs," he was now typing on his phone, ignoring me once again.

"You know I've always wanted to get married and live in a mansion with like fifty kids running around. I would have been a great house wife talking shit behind other housewives backs. Because you know, every housewife is a major back stabber." I ranted absent mindedley, with my hand on my stomach tapping rythimicly.

I knew one thing, if I did have this demon child he or she would have rythm. Harry had now took off his glasses to gawk at me in utter surprise. "You do that here," he said as he took his mug from the nightstand to take a sip.

"I'm going to sleep all of this negativity I'd going to trigger my anxiety," I said as I rolled over hopefully Harry won't wake me up how he usually does.

That night no spirit was going to  visit me nor talked to me and for that, I was somewhat glad.

I was on my way to sleep before I heard a loud wail and fast foot steps coming to the door.

I quickly raised up to see what all of the noise was about and saw a tear eyed Henery.

He was desperately trying to wipe them away over his glasses until he made his way over to his father.

Harry barely gave him the time of the day, quickly glancing at him then turning to his computer.

Henery silently crawled into the bed before snuggling in between us. He silently took his glasses off before chunking them across the room.

"Calm down the glasses didn't do anything to you," Harry said irritatedly as he went to retrieve them.

'welcome to your new life now' A voice whispered. I quickly looked over at Henery, he hadn't said anything.

''There is plenty of room here I hope you enjoy your stay." It felt as if the person that was speaking to me was right beside me. But I saw no one, Harry had now re entered the bed and I continued to wonder who the person speaking to me could be.

"You can check in anytime you like but you can never leave," the voice chuckled sinisterly.

"Who are you," I whispered to the voice.  "I'm Harry Styles love," Harry said smirking at me. At this point I didn't know. I didn't know of Harry was playing games with me or if the voices were real.

He was smirking at me like he knew something that I didn't. He kept his eyes locked onto mine before patting me on the head.

"You've been out of it these past weeks do I need to know something?" He asked with a furrowed brow.

He couldn't have known or did he? Did he get me pregnant on purpose?

"You won't tell me what's going on but just know that I know." He said before rolling over to go to sleep.

"It's a lovely place here at the styles residence I used to stay here long ago." The voice said whispering loudly.

What did they mean long ago Harry isn't that old?

"I know you're wondering how I was here but listen," the voice now was closer than ever before.

"I used to work for his father as a nanny his father, we often had sexual intercourse that's how he got me to stay here and see him grow up." I gasped at her words, was it a family tradition to sleep with the house workers or was it a coincidence?

"Listen carefully my child his father, Moines always made Harry complete various tasks to prove his worthiness of collecting his fortune." The voice continued.

"When he turned eighteen do you know what his last task was," she asked, choking on a sob. "His last mission was to kill me he didn't want to do it, I was like a mother to him." She sighed.

"Don't listen to the woman who visited you before you have to tell him that you're with child because he's going to kill you would you rather stay here for the rest of you're life and see your child grow up or would you rather you and your baby being buried without the proper burial?

"Don't listen to Arogamie she doesn't want the best for you she just wants you killed so she can have your baby." My eyes widened at her accusation you can't trust anyone in this house!

"Trust me child he may keep you here forever but he'll love your for eternity because you stayed," she finished and with that she left just like everyone else did after they dropped a shit ton of information onto me.

Who can I trust around here?

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This chapter was difficult to write for me.