His Bitter Cupcake

Chapter thirty seven

I screamed as I lifted the hammer high up in the air and hit the lock. The lock broke and fell on the floor with a deafening sound.

I panicked and threw the hammer away then touched my stomach.

"Are you okay in there?" I questioned curiously. "Sorry that was a bit harsh but what can I do? Your dumb head daddy didn't tell me where the key was."

At least I had the key of the previous lock...

I grinned and patted my stomach when it growled in hunger. "Good. Keep growing and we'll be fine."

I closed my eyes and sighed loudly. I need to get proper nutrients for myself so that I could have a healthy baby. No more breakfast specials from the restaurant and no more outside food.

I gulped inaudibly. I have to make food for both of us.

My face fell for a bit, but it went back to normal when I remembered the last time I went in there. I was so angry at myself because it had all started from the kitchen so I destroyed the whole place. The only thing I saw that morning was anger and guilt.

I sighed again. I opened the door and took a step back in surprise when I saw everything clean.

All the plates which I had broken were replaced with new ones, the cups and glasses were new, the floor was mopped clean and the counter was clean too. All the baskets on the kitchen counter which I had broken were replaced too.

Everything was in its place. Everything except a shirt which was lying on the floor.

My shirt to be precise.

Evan...f–faster! Please...s–so close!

I closed my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose. I don't want to think about what happened to me that night. I picked up the shirt and threw it in the wastebasket. Then I placed my hand on my stomach.

"What do you want to eat? Your mommy will make something for you."

I have to make something for myself. No! I want to make something for myself. I looked around the kitchen again then went to the fridge and tried to ignore my wild heart beat.

When was the last time I went to the kitchen and made something for myself? On the day of the accident. I remember the delicious chicken risotto I had made that afternoon and how happily I ate it all.

Hard to believe that two years later, I'm making something for myself again.

My face dropped when I saw that everything in the refrigerator was either way too old or expired. It was stinking. There was some old cheese, old pastries, some canned food, expired bread and some vegetables which were rotten. The only thing I found healthy and eatable was a packet of frozen peas.

I shrugged. I can make wonders with these only.

One hour later, I'm crying again. They look so delicious! I don't want to eat them but I want to eat them. I can't believe I still got it.

I made fried peas. I just added some peppers, salt, ginger and garlic and tossed it in the pan. It looks so..so...so tasty. I can't believe I want to eat this!

I wiped my nose with a tissue paper, grabbed a spoon and dug in.

My thoughts went back to that night. What had actually happened to me? One moment I was working in my room and the other I was in my own bed with Evan. I guess I just got too emotional when that jerkhead came to my room, holding that awful bitter cupcake.

But he never told me. What— I shook my head vigorously and pushed those thoughts away. I finished my dinner and did the dishes.

I went back to my room, took out a pen and a paper to jot the points I needed to do.