Trauma Falls.
It felt like the sky had shifted against me, his hot breath, each time he said those words.
I needed to be angry and slam my hands hard against the wall, but instead, I stood there wondering if I was even lucky to be his, but what if I was just a bouncing sack?
My eyes were sore each time I thought about my unborn baby. The kind of environment she was about to experience yes, I wished it would be a girl.
Just then, I slipped off the toilet seat, my ass rubbing the floor.
"Damn it!" I ground my teeth, pulled my hands off the floor, and turned around only to glance at a huge vomit beside the toilet.
"Goosh…" My lump almost pulled out. I held my mouth and rose up immediately. The air thickened, inhaling the rotten scent that flew from it, causing a huge cough.
Supporting my body on the wall, I pushed the door open. The heavy air slashed down my skin and threw me into folding my hands and walking out of the bathroom.
Those unshed tears I always thought I wouldn't shed, but instead, they flowed down roughly with my eyes blinking.
In the hallway, everyone stared at me. Some whispered, eyes perching at each step I made.
Pregnant…
Mr. Dickson?
Should I be happy or sad?
"Two weeks later"
Today had been the day, my eyes blinking at each car that drove by, waiting for Mr. Dickson's own.
A few minutes passed, and a black SUV drove faster toward me as I stood there in front of my apartment, that old reckless building the government had sworn to pull down.
The driver drove toward me; he slid the window open.
"Good day, Mrs. William." I bowed down and stared at the young man in his early 30s. He wore a black suit with a red tie and had short stylish black hair, curled well.
"Good day, Mr. Dickson sent you?" I raised my eyebrows and waited for his response.
"Yes, Ma." His lips formed a thin line, with his eyes fixed on the road like he was on the main road.
"What of him? I…mean, Mr. Dickson?" I turned and scanned the whole area; maybe he was close by.
"I'm sorry, Ma. He's already at the location. Please, if you don't mind, we don't have enough time." He became so rude, like I was an enemy to him.
Everyone around my boss was rude and cold; maybe that's why it was easy to pull on with them. I slid my lips to say a lot, but those words flew back into my throat.
"Okay," the only word that slipped out. I pushed the door open and hopped inside.
Even though the AC and the rock song he played were all I needed. Those sweaty hands and fingers rubbing on my thigh because of pressure.
The tension of having to meet his family, those awful wealthy people.
I held my breath immediately he stopped. Slid his window open like he was waiting for someone, and he kept on tapping his fingers on the steering wheel.
"Ma?" He spied through the driver window, tossing me off my thoughts and driving me into almost stumbling from the seat.
"We have arrived, Ma." His voice was cold, with no emotion at all. I nodded and rushed out of the car, almost stripping off my long red gown that Mr. Dickson had bought for me.
In front of me was something should I say a beautiful building? The fresh scent of home-cooked food brought me to swallow my saliva, like I was here for that.
Immediately, my phone buzzed, brought my body into trembling and causing me to tug the phone with a hiss.
"Yes?" Not minding who it was.
"Are you mad? Get your ass inside." Mr. Dickson's voice rang through the phone, like he was staring at me.
"Yes…okay," my lips shivering as I stuttered, leaving the phone to hang up.
Immediately, I tossed the phone back into my pocket. I quickly rushed inside the building; it was the first hall, well-kempt. Already picturing how sweet and delicious their food was as their customers sat there enjoying it.
Someone waved at me from the back row. I quickly rushed, hands wrapped around my handbag like it was the only thing I had left.
Immediately, I met him with someone. He looked quick alike but had instead brown hair, longer and at his neck level. He sat there with a smile, folded his legs, and placed a piece of cigarette on his lips.
He smoked it like a pro, the smoke forming into small circles as he kept on. I scanned his body, from his green vintage shirt and black shorts to his definitely Gucci-designed slippers.
"Hey?" I turned to meet him waving again at me, who stood there without any reaction. My whole eyes fixed on his body, but someone grabbed my wrist with force.
"What?" I faced the person only to swallow back those hurtful words immediately as Mr. Dickson's eyes met mine.
"Seat, love."
This must be a dream.
Him?
In this soft tune?
Hell no!
I stood there without a word, only a glance at him.
"Easy, bro." The young man, maybe I would say his twin, said, detaching us from the overstaring.
"I'm…sorry." I quickly pulled an empty seat and sat down, head bowed with my fingers pitching at each other.
"It's fine, beauty." He smirked.
Mr. Dickson gave me a glare, with his fingers placed in his pocket, like he was holding himself from punching the young man.
"Oh, my bad. I'm Jackson, and you're my soon-to-be sister-in-law." He chuckled, stretching out his hands for a handshake.
"Thank you," a little laugh echoed through the restaurant as we kept on laughing. Leaving Mr. Dickson speechless, the way he stared at me kept him wondering what he had been missing.
We kept on discussing throughout, not minding that cold man beside us. Not until Jackson paused in the middle of the discussion and pulled his phone out, dialed a number, and placed it on his ear.
"Where are you all?" His face shifted from a calm, laughing type to a serious look. Those eyebrows fixed into a frown.
"Okay…"
"Are you sure?"
"Good, we had been waiting."
"Please hurry up; the young lady has been waiting."
I sat there, thighs clutched on each other, watching him talk on the phone. Like it was my business, Mr. Dickson was quiet all through, but I could sense his gaze fixed on me, like he didn't want me to make any mistakes.
After forty minutes, the restaurant door slid open. I lifted my head and stared at the lady. She wore a designed orange gown to her knee level, and wrapped her hands around the black handbag.
I curled a smile; that could be his mom. Never had the chance to meet her, even though we only saw her during online meetings, but she was cuter and more commanding, like everyone was her servant.
She moved her body majestically, with her waist whining and her curly black hair making a sexy way as she walked.
But…
Wait…
Hell no!