SUBMIT✔ (DSD SERIES, BOOK TWO) WATTYS2020

A second chance

The shock on his face almost makes me take back my impulsive statement but I can't.

My heart is beating frantically in my chest withholding any sympathetic feelings and as I try to pump air into my lungs the words become long forgotten and irrelevant.

I grab my chest wheezing as my eyes blur and I feel my mind swirl in turmoil. My chest feels tight, restricted. I claw at the top of the hospital gown in an attempt to relief this feeling but it's futile.

I see people move around me and soon I feel something over my mouth and nose then air is being pushed into my windpipe. Hands hold me while voices echo around me but I can barely make then out.

"She's having a panic attack! Get them out!" One yells.

"Christina!" A more masculine one calls but I'm unresponsive.

Sobs surround me before dying down and after a few minutes of being tended to by my doctor and nurse my head settles slowly causing my eyes to close and my body to claim the little comfort found in sleep.

Waking up an hour later isn't as pain free as I'd hope. My head is still housing a tornado in there and my leg is starting to act up. Even through the pain I can't help but place my hand on my stomach with a smile on my lips. I'm going to be a mother. I never thought I'd be able to say those words again.

Tears of joy stream down my eyes and I release a sob–laugh as I caress my relatively flat stomach. My baby's in there growing, feeding and keeping mommy company. I'm now in charge of protecting her and making sure she doesn't end up like the one before.

Pain clutches my heart in a firm grip as my mind wonders to those few years ago. I can't allow that to happen, I can't lose another child. I won't be able to cope, I'd rather join my baby than live without him or her.

The door of the hospital room opens and Dr Hyll steps in with a pleasant smile on his face. I wipe my tears away with a small smile looking up at him as he moves over to my left side.

"Doctor," I say as I take in his stance. He seems edgy, uncomfortable and his eyes are sympathetic as he stares at me.

This means that he has read the file, I mentally sigh.

"Ms Authoró," he begins and my heart pounds at that name. Authoró.

"Mr Authoró your daughter is indeed pregnant," the doctor announces as he reads the results and my dad's expression turns murderous.

He didn't want to believe it even after everything I'd done. I had taken five pregnancy tests to ensure I didn't make a mistake and after all of them coming back positive he doesn't believe and opts to bring to me to a doctor. He wants this to be untrue but it's real and I'm as frightened as he is. How can I tell my baby his/her father raped me?

"Are you sure doctor?" he asks in his baritone voice his Italian accent prominent.

"Yes, the blood tests came back positive she is pregnant." The doctor replies as I try to calm my shaking body. I'm carrying that monster's child.

With that my father stands up, thanks the doctor and storms out calling me along with him. As we approach his car in the parking lot he turns to me with merciless eyes.

"Who did this?" He asks slowly so that I hear each word as he pronounces them.

"D-Dad c-calm down–" I try to calm this raging bull mode he's in.

"Chris I'm not in the mood. Who did this to you?!"

"Dad..."

"Chris, I want answers!"