Bite Me

Chapter Three: Satanic Baby Of Mine

 "This isn't good. I did not consent to having a little satanic baby."

Greer paced around the room.

They hadn't been able to answer my questions because that was for my mom to do. She'd done a sucky job, but the point got across.

"I never wanted to have kids. If my mom is Oshun, goddess of fertility, why don't I feel maternal?" Bo touched her stomach, looking at it as if it were some foreign object she didn't know the name of.

"I was going to have an abortion." I whispered from my bed, glancing up and looking at the other two girls.

"I was thinking adoption, but yeah, I don't want it." Bo shook her head, moving her hands away from her abdomen and instead picked up a blanket and started folding it.

"I'm keeping my little demon-baby. I know some people would argue it'll be born evil, but I think that's crap. A baby can't be evil. It's like killing baby Hitler." Greer was busy braiding tiny little braids into her hair, her fingers moving quickly and steadily.

"Wouldn't one baby dying be better then having millions of people die?" I took the bait, knowing full well Greer wanted to argue.

She looked up, one orange eyebrow shooting up. She smiled a little, pausing the braid she was working on. "But killing a baby is still the worst kind of murder. I think killing a baby or child is the worst thing a human can do. I never believed in the devil, until now I guess, but I think that'll send you straight to hell."

Bo looked back and forth between us, her eyes smiling in amusement.

"But it would still be better then millions of people dying. I'd go to hell for all the people who died in the holocaust." I wasn't sure I actually meant what I said, but it sounded good for the conversation.

"Would you kill your baby, even though it might not be evil?" Greer scooted to the edge of her bed, her eyes transfixed on me, wide and bright.

I didn't hesitate, but nodded immediately. "I was already planning on it."

Bo's mouth dropped open, and she stared at me. "I can't believe you're the daughter of Aphrodite."

My stomach twisted as I realized what I'd just said. I touched my stomach, wondering if the baby could hear me yet.

I'm sorry.

I hoped that since it was inside of me, it could hear my thoughts.

Greer looked ready to say something else, but Kara walked in before she could.

"Time for your first appointment, girls." She held the door open, waiting for us to join her.

Kara no longer was someone I was nervous being around. Since the talk with my mom, she'd apologized for hurting my arm, and explained she was only doing her job.

We followed Kara out the door, down the hallway and a flight of stairs. At the bottom we entered the gym, where there was already three people waiting.

I recognized two as Kara's helpers, when she'd nabbed me. The third was a tiny woman with bright red hair. She seemed annoyed, but when she saw us, her painted lips curled up in a smile.

"My, my. The daughters of the gods." She had a thick accent, either Irish or Scottish. I couldn't tell.

"Hey," I smiled, waving a little.

Greer nodded, looking annoyed.

"I'm Bolade, daughter of Oshun." Bo held out her hand, but the woman didn't take it.