The News

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Dedicated to leroy140


I sat on the couch cradling my stomach in the one hand and a photo in the other. The doctor has been gone a while and I've asked her to ask Cameron to give me some privacy.

I can't believe what a big shock it was. To have seen my stomach grow to be this big for months and dismissing it as being bloated. Or having cancer. It didn't really help being closed off from humanity. Maybe this is why he locked me in every day.

He knew.

He brainwashed me with his doctors.

Why?

How can you keep a baby secret from its mother for 8 months?

How stupid does that make me?

Why would he do it?

What does he stand to gain?

Fresh tears start dwelling up in my eyes again.

What am I going to do now?

How am I going to do this all by myself?

I don't even have a place to live, nevermind anything a baby needs.

"Genevieve," Cameron calls softly from the door, "bad news?"

"Yes," I whisper, "no, it's not. Maybe. I don't know. Yes."

"Will you ever have just one answer for me?" He asked chuckling again.

"I don't know," I said biting my lip. His chuckle was very endearing.

"There you go," he said smiling and continued dryly, "a straight answer - you did it.  Pop the champagne."

"I can't have any champagne," I responded dryly. He cocked his head and narrowed his eyes at me.

"You really can't see it?" I sneered, pointing to my rounded tummy. He looked down to were I pointed and the light just left his face.

"Eight months," I whispered. Offering him the ultrasound photo as proof. He took it and stared at it in wonder. He gave it back to me, basically dragged me off the couch. Marched us straight to the car and whispered, "where am I taking you?" I looked up at him sharply. Now he wants to take me home. But before he knew I was in too much of a hurry.

"I.. I do.. i don't... don't know," i stuttered.

"You don't know the address?" He retored sharply.

"I have nowhere to go,"

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