My Hateful Baby's Daddy

prologue

I sat stiffly on the vanity chair as I combed my curly strawberry blond hair. I stared at my reflection in the mirror and sighed.  I was a nervous wreck, thinking of Malkom and the dinner I know damn well he may not be happy about. I just wanted to surprise him. He's been so busy in the last month i have hardly seen him. 

Malcolm is on of those hard to read hard to please rich and sexy kind of guys. Always frowning. But we were together and that was all that mattered to me at that time. Me and him. He was my boss and I was his secretary. I know what your thinking but no, I was not with him for the money he had. I really loved him. and frankly I didn't give a flying fuck what other people thought about me. I was just happy he was with me. Period!! 

We were celebrating our sixth month anniversary and I had come home early so I could cook then freshen up and get ready for our dinner. I had thought this was great idea earlier on but now I was having serious doubts about it. I was preying Malcolm does not blow up like a cheater on a racket. And he had a skill in blowing up. I was a mystery I had worked for him for more than two years. He changed secretaries like clockwork. 

The door bell rang and shook me out of my worries. A flutter of butterflies rushed through my tummy. He's here!  I stood up very quickly and rushed out to the front door to open the door for him. With my best smile on display I opened, surface to say, I was met by the coldest expression I will ever see on Malcolm's face. Okay?! What the hell has happened now to make him this mad? 

Before I could even open the door wider for him to come in, he pushed in and walked like he owned the place. Irritated, I close the door and look at him, waiting for an explanation of this rude behavior. He gave me nothing!

 "Are you gonna spill  it out?" I ask, getting mad that he walks into my house and ignores me. 

 "Was it fun?" He growls, looking at me pointedly. 

 "What was fun?" Surprised that I did something wrong.

 "Watching my sister get attacked by the paparazzi? WAS IT FUN HANNAH?" he was yelling now. 

Okay! What the hell is going on here? 

 "Watching your sister get attacked when may I ask?" I was loosing my patience, What the hell is wrong with Malcolm? "I never met Your sister today!" 

 "I asked you to call the driver for my sister but you did not. " he growls, now stalking to wards me like a predator to its prey.

 "You WHAT?" I shout is surprise. Well that's news to me. "You never told me to call a driver for your sister!"
"I did! But you ignored my calls." He yelled at me!
Woo!! So this is why he us mad!? Because franky I was bathing and couldn't answer his damn phone call!??  "Look here Malcolm!! I was in the shower, I didn't hear the phone ring!" I shout back at him. "Or was I supposed to take my phone with me to the bathroom?"
"Yes!!" He growls and starts to prawl like a lion aiming to cage its prey. I panicked. Even though Malcolm has never laid a hand on me before, I was afraid that this time he actually would! I was afraid of the madness I saw on his face!! I quickly stand behind a couch! So that he would have to go around it to get to me.
Before he could say a word, his phone rang and he answred it with a growl!
"WHAT!?" He bellows and looks at me with so much hatred and coldness. Okay!? He locked eyes with me and I was sucked in the coldness he showed me. I shivered.
"YOU BITCH!" He growled. I hoped he shouted! It would have been less scary! "You dare to sell my company's information!?? To my worst enemy even!?" I was too shocked to move a muscle. This must be some cruel joke. A trick to see how I would react. But the anger on Malcolm's face told me otherwise.  In my being paralized, Malcolm had advanced on me and was now standing menacingly in front of me.
"You are just like all the other bitches in this world. A gold digger.  Were you with me for money!? Is that it?" He growled with a deep cold voice.
"I never sold any information." I say vehemently. Very much offended that Malcolm would believe such trash about me. I thought he qas better than that.  "And I am not a gold digger. I am with you because I love you!" I choke out the words. My eyes filling up with tears as the reality of what Malcolm is saying sinks in.
"Don't bullshit me Hannah!" He shouts. Then walks to the door. "Never come back to work. I don't need you anymore." He said coldly then preceded to open the door. I was at him before he could exit.
"You jerk! You believe every trash thrown your way about people? Investigate the matter, you will learn that you are accusing me falsely." I shout angrily. But he ignored me and shut the door in my face almost hitting me with it.
I sink to the floor in hurt and anger. Tears foowwing down my face. All sorts of thoughts going through my mind. All sorts of emotions assaulting me.
Anger
Pain
Hurt
Loss
Anger
  They kept changing and changing. I dont know how long I sat on the floor in tears. Trying to make myself feel better about my wounded and buttered heart and pride.
No!!
I will not let that jerk go without hearing my piece of mind. I owe that to myself. I needed for him to know how much he hurt me.
I quickly stand and rush to the bathroom to shower. In ten minutes I was out and getting dressed in black sweatpants and a white sweat shirt. My wet hair fastened in a bun. I was ready for war.
  The drive to Malcolm's house was shorter than any other. I know he's at his place. He's always at his house when he is facing emotional imbalance. I will find him.
I leave my car running and run to his front door, wanting to get over with this confontation. I ring the door bell. Wait a minute.  Ringbit again. Then I bang on the door and kick it.
Open up!
I know you're in there.
Just open the fuck up.
I was about to bang on the door again when he opened the door. His face blank and indifferent. Before I could loose my carriage, I swung a fist and hit his arrogant face. Hard. So hard that I hurt my hand. But I loved the feeling afterwards.
"You jerk!" I say calmly, scaring myself, "You think you can just toss me to the side and I won't mind? You never deserved my love and you know what? Go fuck your self. Dont even investigate and clear my name. I don't give a flying fuck anymore. You are just like all the jerks in this world. But I will show you you messed with the wrong girl." I end up shouting and my voice going hoarse. Butbhis expression mever changed. He doesn't care!
He never cared! I reach for a necklace he had bought me and flung it off my neck. Then threw it at his pace. Now officially pissed off.
  "I hope you die in hell." I spit out.
Then ran back to my car. Tears bluring my vision. He doesn't care. He never cared about me. Thats why he can toss me out that easily. Once in the safety on my care I dry the tears on my face and turn the car to drive back to my house.
"What the fuck!??" I yell out the window. I almost hit Malcolm. He opened the door on the driver's side and loomed over me.
"If I ever see you again Hannah. Trust me, I will make your life a living hell." He threatened me. But I was tok angry to be intimidated.  Before I could say a word, he shut the door. I screamed in frustration. Then drove a few metres from where Malcolm was standing before stopping.
No!
I can't go yet. There is one thing I need to do again. Just this once.  The very last time.
I got out the care and walked back to Malcolm. I walked faster, faster. I ended up running.
  One last kiss. I need to. Despide the anger and hurt, I still love this asshole. So I am going to have one last kiss.
For the times I believed we had a future together. For the hapoy times we had together. For my unrequited love.
I grabbed his collar and kissed him hard. Kissed him with all the love I still have for him. Then ran to my car and droke out of his neighbourhood at top speed.
I did not get far. Tears were blurring my sight. I stoped the car. Tears shook my tuny body.
  No. Where is you gedi power girl? Sprus it up and show that jerk he dont own you.
Five seconds.
That's all I will give myself.
Five seconds on weakness.
One. A choked sob shook me.
Two. I leaned forward and sobbed harder.
Three.
Four.
Five.
A deep breath. Another. Another. I dry my tears with my sweatshirt. I am okay. I will be fine. I have to. I must be.
And I will show Malcolm he lost a precious stone for a dump rock.

To be continued

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