The story of my Egyptian life✔️

Chapter 20

I turned to stare at Aphraim with wide eyes, my hands clutching my stomach. He walked over to me, ever so slowly. His eyes, lifeless. His hands, shaking uncontrollably and so was his entire body. He looked into my eyes first, sensing my anger, then to my stomach which was muscline and flat. He tried to touch it but I smacked his hand away, glaring at him.

"How...dare you?" I asked, my voice shaking and tears welling in my eyes. Bast quickly left the room and the wind that flared from me caused the door to close. "How dare you impregnate me with a child?!" I screeched. He continued to stare at me, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down in anxiety. "Not once did you pull out." I said, running my hands through my hair and pacing the bathroom.

"When the sun sets, you shall bring me the day after pill. You will bring it. Understand?" I asked, trying not to choke on my words. I wanted a child, but his...I didn't want to give birth to destruction. I didn't want the risk to kill humanity. Ou powers combined together would be chaos. What he obviously wanted.

"No." he said defiantly, standing up to tower over me. I stood up as well and clenched my fists. "You want to erase the existence of your child? Of our child?" He asks, his voice cracking slightly but he maintained an angry expression. "Yes, I do. Why should the god of chaos and evil care about what I do to a mere substance of sperm?" I spat at him.

He grabbed my throat, pushing me against the wall but I still breathed, not even feeling his hands on my neck. "Because I placed that child inside of you! I was inside of you, and enjoyed every moment of it! My child is now in you, my child and you just want to throw it away?!" He roared at me.

I grabbed his hand, placing it away from my neck slowly and glaring at him, the pupils of my eyes turning into flames. "You know what, it doesn't matter anymore." I said, knowing that once I killed him I too would die, but not completely.

"It better not. You best go get your dress ready as we approach land." He snarled at me as I walked away and I stopped walking. Balling my fists and biting my tongue, I held back the tears that welled in me and walked away. "Are you okay?" Bast asked with worry. "Fine." I said, though it was an obvious lie and walked to my room where a woman stood, a gown in her hands.

"Oh, your here! I was going to ask the attendants for you, I was beginning to worry! And your face, let's hope the makeup will completely cover it up." She said, cringing at the grew shadows under my eyes. "I suggest you keep quiet and get this over with. I'm not in the greatest mood for anything right now." I said, cracking my neck quickly and brightening the flame in my eyes.

She caught the hint and removed all of my clothes cautiously, taking the blood red gown out of the bag. She put it on me expertly, tying it up in places so it wouldn't be so lose. She did my makeup, making my lips so red it was almost black, my cheeks covered in pink blush. My eyes were outlined with gold and black eyeliner, making me look more serious and dominating. My brows were curved mischievously, masking the seriousness my eyes brought.

I looked in the mirror and silently prayed for this wedding to be over quickly. I conjured a glass of strong wine, taking a large gulp and walking to stand at the entrance of the boat.

Here we go. This better not be for nothing, guys, I thought as a man gripped my arm and led me to where the wedding was down a red carpet. People stood up from their chairs, turning to smile at me happily. I gulped, looking for Aphraim. At the end of the isle where blood dripped from flowers menacingly, he wore a black tux and his hair was slicked back.