Page 75 of Nobody Wants Me
This was positive.
I was pregnant.With Victor’s baby.
The last three months had been a whirlwind, but we were back in Victor’s home.I was back to sewing whatever I wanted to sew.Life was happening.I had moved into Victor’s bedroom.He had also created me a spot in his closet, as well as bringing in the cabinet he had made for me.Everything was going great.
There were a few troubles.Nothing The Beast and The Butcher couldn’t take care of.They had become houseguests since our return.Ivan had accepted the suggestion of us returning home, although he had done so reluctantly.I couldn’t blame his reluctance.This was risky.
Members of The Grid still came, and I was still alive.I didn’t leave the house all that much.Just enough to stand with Rafael, but then either The Beast or The Butcher would move me along.I got to at least live a semblance of a normal life.I was not allowed close to the windows.
The Butcher would randomly come and ask me to move around the house.They were constantly checking security to make sure they didn’t have any weaknesses.So far, it was all working.Yet, I had a horrible feeling something bad was going to happen.I had overheard Ivan telling Victor I had already survived longer than any other hit on The Grid.I didn’t know if this was just plain luck, or if someone was pulling some kind of card, or what was happening.Either way, I was still breathing, and now I was pregnant.
There was a knock at the door.
I did not take the test inside my and Victor’s bedroom.Instead, I went to my old room and used the bathroom there.
Opening the door, I saw it was The Butcher.
She looked at me and then down at my shaking hand.“Good news?Bad news?”
“I’m pregnant.”
“So, this is good news, right?”
“I don’t know what kind of news this is.”I felt my stomach twisting.
I started to pant.
“Okay, we’re in panic mode.”The Butcher grabbed my hands and moved me to sit on the edge of the bed.“It’s fine, Freya.Take some deep breaths.It is all good.You are fine.”
I took several deep breaths, feeling the tears fill my vision.She cupped my face and forced me to look at her.I just wanted to throw up.I was pregnant.
I had a mark on my back.I was as good as dead, and I was pregnant.How careless and selfish could I be?That was all that kept ringing in my head.I wanted to scream at everyone.
The man I had once called Father had done this to me.What did I ever do to him?He was the one that had taken me from my mother.Killed her, and kept me.I don’t know if he intended to use me as some kind of leverage or what.Either way, I was in this situation and it was all his fault.All of my life, I had hated him.Now, that hatred had a new passion.
I wanted to hurt him, make him suffer.
I could do none of those things, as I was pregnant with a mark on my life.
That was when I felt the hard slap right across my face, drawing me back from the edge of my panic attack.An explosion rang out at the back of my head, and I cried out.
“Ouch!”
The Butcher had slapped me right across the face, and she hadn’t been gentle either.It fucking hurt.
She shrugged.“You were panicking.”
“I’m not allowed to panic now?”I asked, wanting to touch my face because it really fucking hurt.
“No, you’re not allowed to panic or freak out.I think it is highly unacceptable.”She put her hands on her hips.“So, what we’re now going to do is come up with a game plan.”
“Game plan?”
“Ivan knows doctors and we’ll get one of those pregnancy doctors who can monitor you.”
This made me laugh, only it wasn’t an entirely entertained laugh.I was on the verge of hysteria.There was nothing about this situation that was funny.It wasn’t entertaining.It was damn scary.
“What’s so funny?”The Butcher asked.
