In Piece And Pieces (Completed)

Chapter 17

Her fingers made contact with the sheets and she gripped it hard,afraid to let go,afraid to open her eyes to face her harsh reality.
Her head was pounding and her stomach was in chaos. It wouldn't be long before another migraine will set in.
You pathetic idiot.
Her inner mind mocked her.
What made you think running to a complete stranger will make you any less pitiful.
She sat up on the bed and hugged herself in self pity.
Her life had become a mess since she turned twenty three. Funny,when it was supposed to become perfect.
What made her think agreeing to come here was a way out.
What made her believe taking shelter in a fancy house will put her life back in shape.
The nightmares. What made her believe they would go away after spending a night on a soft bed and pillow.
Why hadn't she mustered the courage to commit suicide. Why hadn't she?
It's because of the bastard you're carrying.
She placed her palm protectively over her stomach and anger stirred her blood.
Her child was no bastard.
She was going to have this child. This innocent child who,even though she didn't know who it's father was,who has brought her only grief. This child who even it's mere existence had wrecked her. This child who had destroyed her but whom she loved like her whole life depended on it.
Her child was no bastard.
It may not have a father,but it had her and she was going to spend her remaining life loving this child.

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He placed his hand on the door knob and gently twisted it,letting himself into the room.
She sat there,her arms hugging her legs.
Her hair was a mess,her
eyes were puffy and red and her huge eyeballs were staring back at him.
She must have been awake the whole night and most definitely crying.
He didn't know what to do.
What happened to this woman?
She seemed to have given up on herself.
No,it seemed the world gave up on her.
What happened to you,Macy? He was afraid to think out loud.
He didn't know how to talk to her. He needed to be careful with her. He needed to be careful in dealing with her. He was afraid to completely wreck her.
'You had a rough night,I suppose'. He began.
She said nothing and just stared back at him.
He sat down on the bed,reached over and touched her forehead. The skin there was hot and the place throbbed.
'Are you OK?' He asked. 'You seem to have a headache'.
She shook her head, reached up and quickly pushed his hand away from her face.
'I'm fine'. She said in that 'put off' manner he hated.
'You're not. In fact,you look nothing close to fine. What are you doing? Why are you so bent on punishing yourself? You went to bed on an empty stomach. Your head is throbbing and your....'
'Enough!' She screamed.
'Enough,OK?... I'm fine. Out of sorts, yes. But I'm good'.
'Macy'. He took her hands and she struggled to shrug him off but he tightened his grip.
'I don't know what is going on with you. Whatever it is,I have no clue. But,I'm begging you to please allow me to take care of you. Whatever it is that happened to you,you can talk to me about it. You have a baby inside of you who you need to consider more than anything. You need to be strong for it. Think about all the bad things that could happen to you and your baby if you do silly things like going to bed on an empty stomach and refusing to take the drugs that were prescribed for you'.
'What happened to me?' She laughed bitterly. 'It's dirty and ugly. No,you don't want to hear about it. So just get out and keep off'.
She again snatched her hand from him,turned around and lay back down and he knew she wasn't prepared to say anything else.
'What a stubborn woman'. He sighed.

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