I’m at 4 months now and I’m scared. These nightmares they…. I don’t know what they are…. I refuse to tell Donna or anybody else what’s been going on. They’d send me to an asylum if I even try to explain. I prayed for an answer
(how ironic)
but nothing came. I didn’t seek help until Friday night when It happened.
I came in for an ultra sound and the nurse smeared the jelly shit over my baby bump.
“Okay, we can finally see the baby’s gender today,” beamed the nurse. “Last time it was a bit difficult, it was in an awkward position…”
“Sounds a lot like me already,” I chuckled.
She moved the wand around my belly and the black and white image came up on the screen. The nurse concentrated on the screen to find said genetalia. I was a little excited
(not my friend)
to find out, I mean what if it was a girl? I now have an excuse to go dress shopping.
“Oh my,” mused the nurse.
“What?” my eyebrows scrunched in concern and anxiety. Those were not good words to hear, especially at an ultrasound.
“Congratulations Miss Alexandre, you have twins!”
I stopped breathing for a bit. “Twins? Oh my God….”
(not my friend)
“Wait, how did you not find out earlier?”
“Let’s see….
(not my friend)
the one on the left, your right, is substantially bigger than the other one…. Lemme see if one is getting more nutri---“
I stared at her as she fell silent.
“More what?”
Her chin started to quiver and her eyes were as big as melons. I could feel her intense grip on the wand over my belly.
“Nurse Bundy what is it!” I demanded.
She harshly slid the wand off my stomach and turned off the monitor. She started packing the equipment with such haste it left me bewildered.
“Nurse what the fuck!” I spat trying to get her attention.
She glared at me for a second. “Jimmi you’re gonna have to clean yourself up today. I’m sorry.”
She snapped off her gloves and trashed them on her way out. I sat on the bed in shock and horror. What the hell came up on that screen?
I used the bed sheet to wipe off the goo and ran out after her. I caught up to her as she hustled around the corner and grabbed her wrist.
“Let go of me!” She shrieked.
“Not until you tell me what you saw!” I tightened my grip around her thick wrist.
She neared my face till our noses were almost touching.
“You are breeding something unholy in there. I saw it. The devil. It stared me right in the face. The scales were shining through the ultrasound and it had claws. Not fingers, but claws; talons of the beast. Go see a pastor. A psychic. Someone. Just don’t come back here while that thing is inside you.”
She ripped her wrist away and hurried off. Shit.
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Jimmi Theodora
HorrorWas it the alcohol or something... greater? It was more than the alcohol that made Jimmi have sex at the club and get pregnant. It's the same great urge that made that 'thing' inside her. It's that 'thing' that's been fucking with her mind and body...
