serendipity | - hostage sequel • completed ✓

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Sasha's P.O.V ~

A knock on the door startles me out of explaining to Kevin how this hell all occurred.

It's been an hour since the final straw of all my breakdowns and now we sit amongst each other on the couch, sipping our icy lemonades and acting as if nothing has happened.

Just reminiscing in the calm after the storm. Or maybe before.

Who knows? I'm beyond certain that we will find out soon enough though.

I'm speaking to him about the events with a new found numbness that secures my mental safety.

Kevin knows as much as I've been informed myself.

I'm supposedly pregnant, the kid is most likely the child of my deadbeat husband, and I know that I'm gonna have to go on raising this baby alone.

No way in hell is he gonna have a say in this.

I don't want that drunk near my kid.

Harsh?

Well I don't suppose you've taken a little glance at the photos of him tangled up with a woman that is not me.

My lie of a ring has been discarded somewhere on the nightstand where it very much may as well just stay.

"I got it."

Bayley murmurs from across the room before opening the door.

My hand rubs a soothing rhythm on my stomach, still awaiting a kick or sure tell sign.

Kevin and I glance over and the vibe that floods in already tells me that this cannot be good.

Bring it on.

"Um, I-Is Sasha here?"

Bayley hesitates her answer and Kevin seems angry and maybe even a bit confused at the mousy tone.

I stand up and walk to the door.

"I'm here. What's up Becky?"

Her hair is tied up in a messy bun and her demeanor is nervous for lack of better wording.

That look you give someone before you're about to tell them something they won't like is displayed all over her acute face.

"Sash, can you step outside a minute?" She murmurs.

I can't stop my eyes from taking a careful glance towards Kevin's way.

His jaw is ajar and his eyes are wide with curiosity.

Yes Kev, I'm speaking to the backstabber again. She apologized.

For now, that's good enough for me.

With a sigh I nod and follow her in to the eerily quiet hallway.

Her eyes are awaiting to spill the secret her mouth is sealing shut.

"Go on Bex."

A twinkle decorates her plain jane brown orbs when the ol' nickname slips mindlessly through my lips.

"Well uh, I'm sure you already know... about the uh, the thing online and-"

Oh god...

"Yes Becky I'm fully aware that my husband has played me dirty, I don't need your pity and or an informative speech about it. Continue."

She seems taken back for a second by my blunt wording and snippy attitude, but can she blame me?

A frown emerges on her lips,