chapter 9

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i pick up my phone and dial his number, hoping answers. he picks up on the second ring remaining silent. "meet me tomorrow night at Moe's at 7" i say hoping to get this call over with and end this horrid day. "why the hell would i meet you?!you shot me!" he says almost screaming. the sudden rise in his voice scares me. "please. it is in a public place and i will be unarmed." i plead with him. we need to talk. maybe just maybe he will understand. "why tomorrow night. i have...something to do then?" i bet i know exactly what that something is glancing at the crumbled up list of his. "it has to me night. i have a...doctors appointment in the morning." i cant tell him what it is for. i am sure he suspects but he doesn't know for sure. "oh...okay. tomorrow night." and with that the line goes dead. thank god. bed time. 

i wake i  the morning with a jolt. i don't even think it is morning yet. i feel a sharp stabbing pain in my swollen belly. i throw the blanket off of me to see a big red blood stain between my legs. both my hands and my night gown are just soaked in blood. and for the first time in my life the blood on my hands scares me to death. i rush to my phone, the pain only intensifying with every step. i call 911 but before i talk to someone i begin to lose consciousness. i hear the loud siren of the ambulance and Ryan. Ryan? what is he doing here?? 

when i wake up its with another jolt. the pain in my stomach is a different kind of pain. this pain is dull and i can actually pinpoint exactly where it hurts. when i open my eyes i search the room to find Ryan sitting in the chair next to me asleep. holding a baby. holding my baby girl, 

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