Chapter 35: Chapter 35

"Can you stop passing out on me for just a second, my heart can only take much you know." Her arms crossed against her chest straight faced at me expressionless.

"Sorry." Searching for the doctor to inquire more about his recent mistook scan. Maybe it's a fluke, probably pulling my legs to see my reaction which did not come as he expects. So he left.

"He is gone. An emergency came up." I look at her watching me sceptically, reading my unspoken thoughts I'm too scared to say out loud. "So... you are pregnant by which of the uhm past lovers?" She drawls letting the elephant out of the bag. Saying it out loud made it sound worse than I imagined.

"Elijah." Falling flat on the bed groaning, I answer. Immediately my answer got me tackled with numerous smacks all over my body. "Ouch. What was that for?" She hits me one last time angrily.

"How could you be so stupid?" She shouts throwing her hands in the air getting up from her chair.

"I know. I'm sorry." She groans loud pointing her index at me.

"Have you heard of this century protection choices. Vast, strong and reliable. You could get to enjoy a good sex...hell, a good dick sliding through those tight walls without the fear of complications like this."

"Tell me about it." I say with sass getting a mean glare and after which an eyeroll follows.

"And you had to get pregnant by who? A mafia boss. The Russian mafia! Didn’t your mother teach you anything?" Her voice raises with each words. I feel like a child again being scolded when I misbehave and got caught.

"Stop. Please."

"What are you going to do? He has to know the consequences of sleeping with a woman without protection." Taking her breathing techniques to calm her hyperactive adrenaline. She turns facing me.

"No, no, no. He cannot know about this. At least for now." She pauses staring at me like I'm crazy.

"Why not?" Twiddling my thumbs together, I contemplate on the right choice of words that won't accuse Elijah wrongly of his heartfelt reasoning.

"You better start talking." She warns coming closer.

"He doesn't want a child." I say so softly it definitely came out as a whisper and she will likely not hear me but the brightness of her dilated eyes told me she did hear me. Loud and crystal. My head hangs low in shame and distraught.

"Excuse you? What do you mean by he doesn't want a child? Is he a..." Cutting her off so fast as not to let her words eat me from the inside.

"It is not like that. He just have insecurities with the whole family thing. I guess." Giving a slight shrug as if I'm not a tab bit bothered but wholesome, I am.

"And you are okay with that?" I couldn't get to answer the question because it will come out as an obvious lie.

"You know what? I need to find that motherfucking Russian and give him a piece of my damn mind." She sat up. Quickly catching her arm I stop her from moving further towards the door.

"I will tell him but not yet, okay." Teary eyes plead for her to understand me. Letting her go I turn facing away from her, I sigh giving a shuddering breath away. Glancing to her side. "Just stay away from my business okay. I can handle it." It became gravely silent in the room for longer seconds.

"You surprise me Nia." She breaks the eerily silence in a humorless chuckle. "I hope you are making the right choice about him. While doing that can you try to think about the welfare of the baby. Try making that your priority now." She storms out of the room but without her accusing words haunting my mind banging the door behind her.

"Ella? Wait! Ella, i didn’t mean it to sound like that. Ella!" I ran after her, she never stops; instead walked faster till long steps sprint out of my view catching a whiff of her hand meeting her eyes.

Tears stream down my eyes solemnly walking back into my room. My eyes goes to my stomach, in fury I began punching the pillow menacingly screaming and crying feeling all alone. How do I tell a man who never wants a family that he has a kid. He doesn’t want to tell me the story between him and his ex fiancée. How can I explain to my kid that his father do not want him.

"Miss Vatore." I quickly dry my face composing myself for the doctor with a deep voice to assess me for the examination. Looking at the face of a very different doctor, I watch him pull a gun from his white robe pockets pointing at me. A wicked smile lying on his face. And it is true what they say, death is inevitable.

"Do svidaniya." (Goodbye) All my mind race to is my little bean inside me.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Three silencer shots went off his barrel.