Ugly Woman Handsome Man

Lion in the Den

Present

I wasn't feeling very good at the moment. I had only had the banana since morning and I had missed my tablets for the afternoon. Curled up as I was, I could feel the baby rolling around for space. I knew I should ease up my legs but I just did not have the energy nor the strength to do it. It was not like being weak or helpless was new to me but that had mostly been physical. Being drained of mental energy was getting to me. Groaning, I slowly lowered my knees from my chest.

Almost immediately, I felt the urge to pee. Do I have to get up? I supposed I did if I did not want to soil my bed. My bed was the only thing I had cared about. See, I am normally a very clean person. I border on OCD. I prefer my things clean and in place. Being alone, I was the queen of my apartment. But being hugely pregnant had hampered my patience and my ability to stand or sit for long. So currently it was all just a mess though that would be only in my eyes. 

I supposed it was relatively clean for everyone else but for me, the slight cobwebs in the corner, the dust piled in the edges which I had been unable to bend and clean were like living throbbing germs. Once my baby is out, the first thing I would do would be to make this place squeaky clean. Considering he or she was actually the child of one of the richest men of the state and that she would get so much better things away from me, it was the least I could do.

I couldn't take it any longer. My bladder was fit to burst. Wincing, I sat up slowly, resting my hand on the edges as I convinced my body to move. It was not head rush, it was not dizziness, it was plain being pregnant when I felt sick rise in my throat. Suddenly, I had the strength of a doe and I rushed in to the bathroom just in time to sag weakly as my stomach dry heaved. The banana was long gone. There was nothing to come out except my sickly saliva. 

Wiping the sweat off my face, I rushed to the toilet, hasty to relieve myself. When I was done, I washed my hands and feet thoroughly before walking in to the kitchen. Since I had been pregnant, the smell of ghee, oil or anything greasy would just make me rush to the bathroom. I had settled to fruits, breads and anything readily edible. I was in no fit state to cook.

The kitchen counter had sweet lime, more bananas, mostly black and some bread. I shook out two slices to find it moulding in the edges. Disgusted, I threw it away and picking the sweet lime and the knife, I walked in to the living room. I plucked the fruit's skin a bit and began peeling it with my fingers. I could feel the baby kicking and I smiled as I realised the hunger.

Peeling away the last of the skin, I threw a slice in my mouth. Before I could enjoy the juices trickling down my parched throat, the calling bell disrupted my lunch. I quickly glanced at the clock as if I had regular visitors. It was three in the afternoon. Too late for.. whom? Nobody visited me. Nobody knew where I lived or that I lived. I was just another meaningless non-entity to walk through the vast lands of this world.

Shaking my head at my thoughts, I got up and put another slice in my mouth before answering the door. Swallowing the pulp, I opened the door, without bothering to peep first. Who was I to be worried about? Nobody would rape me as I had once been pointed out and there was no money in the house save a few thousands. I had nothing worth any effort. Besides, there was a chain attaching my door to the wall.

The person was standing a little to the left and so I twisted my neck to make him come in to my vision. I gasped as I froze in my spot. Not my best move, but in my defense I had never been a quick thinker.

"Open the gate," he growled.

I stepped back, whimpering. My hand was on the door still and I could easily slam the door shut but my hands weren't cooperating. Traitors that they were, they hung uselessly beside me. Tears were just waiting to flood my face but I would not cry. It would not do to cry.