Letting go

Diane's POV

"Please hold on, the antenatal results will take a few moments," the kind doctor said to me as they moved to the door.

My hands instinctively went to my stomach. I smiled as I watched with heavy eyes as the man disappeared behind the door.

I was still in college but the thought of having a child with my best friend was thrilling. We were going to bring up the child with so much love, everyone would admire us.

My eyes closed as sleep finally took over me.

The images of that night flashed back into my head and even in my sleep my stomach flipped over as desire washed over me.

The way Liam had made me feel, made my toes curl.

My core tightened as his hard thrusts went deep inside my wet folds, making me shiver with need. It was my first time, yet the alcohol in my system that night made me feel numb with pleasure.

"Damn, you are so tight..." he moaned into my ear, making my already hardened nipples even harder.

His dazed eyes moved over to them and his fingers brushed lightly against them making my walls clench even tighter around his length.

It felt so good that I didn't regret any of it.

My voice had gone dry as I held on to his shoulders as he kept pouring out his love into me.

"Miss McKenzie..." The doctor's voice pierced into my subconscious and I snapped awake.

"Huh?" I mumbled as I wiped a hand over my face.

He smiled down at me and handed me an envelope. "Your baby is fine but you will need to avoid strenuous activities for this trimester to avoid an early birth," he said.

I nodded and took the envelope from him. "Thank you, doctor."

"You are welcome."

As he turned back around, I got down from the bed and decided to call Liam and tell him about our baby's health. He should have come to pick me up but he said he had an important project to do.

I pulled out my phone from my purse and dialed his line. It rang for a couple of seconds before he picked up.

"Hey, Liam I—" My voice died down in my throat as the sound in his background seeped through my ears.

"Ooh... Monique... Fuck!"

A ringing developed in my ears as I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

"Hmmm... Yes! Faster! Yes..."

This couldn't be true. I must have been dreaming...

"I should... Oh fuck... I should go pick up Diane..." Liam was saying in between moans and I felt my heart pause shakily.

"You don't need to pick up that whore! Ohh... She should call the stranger who owns that bastard in her stomach!" Monique replied.

I could take whatever insult they threw at me but when they attacked my baby I couldn't take it anymore.

"My child is not a bastard!" I roared as the tears started streaming down my eyes.

Their moaning stopped as my scream resonated with them on the other end of the phone and my shaky heart trembled even further.

"Liam if you are not man enough to accept it... Then please do not call my baby a bastard because he is your child! He has a father!" I cried louder as I clutched the edge of the bed.

"Tsk tsk... You don't understand do you?" Monique breathed and I felt like the air was being squeezed out of me. "I made a mistake but at the time I thought it was just fun..."

My breath started coming in gasps as her words rolled over my head. "What do you mean Monique? What are you saying?"

"Look, Diane, you need to let it go. I paid those guys to rape you... I am sorry, okay but it wasn't my Liam who slept with you that night..." Monique said and I felt my heart shatter.

"No... You are just saying that to hurt me..." I squeaked, shaking my head from side to side. Refusing to believe her.

"Liam is the father of my child... He confirmed it..." I whispered more for my own sanity than theirs.

"Your sister found you in that room, Diane. You were raped by some fools and the only reason why I claimed that bastard in your stomach to be mine was because I wanted to protect her. But I don't think I can anymore..."

The phone dropped from my hands as my body started trembling with pain.

"My baby was..." I couldn't even say a word.

All these months, I thought it was Liam who had been with me that night after Monique had given me that drink... I thought he was the father of my baby...

My phone rang from the side of the bed where it fell and I quickly picked up thinking it was Liam calling to tell me what I just heard from them was a prank.

"Hello, Liam!" I rushed as my fingers clutched the phone as if my life depended on it.

"Diane, this is your mother, Monique just called and explained everything to me..." She said and rivers of tears resumed cascading down my face.

It wasn't a prank...

"Look, dear, you know how your sister plays a lot, it was just a mistake and it isn't even a big deal. Let her just be with Liam and you can take care of your baby..."

Her words were like a power pack punch launched into my heart.

"...maybe one day, you may find its father but for now, you don't have to cling to Liam and let the young man live his life..."

How could my biological mother say this to me? I know they never loved or cared for me but how can they support Monique even in a situation like this?

"Hello, Diane. Are you there? Can you hear me?" She called and I took the phone away from my ears.

Without saying a word to her, I ended the call and started heading out of the hospital. I had to see Liam with my eyes.

They had to repeat everything they said to my face.

My eyes were blurry from all the tears that drained out of me. My heart was bleeding from so much pain it became difficult to breathe but I kept walking.

They had to explain it to me. Why did they do this to me?

All I have ever done was love them and this was how they paid me back—

The blaring sound of the horn clicked in my ears a second too late. As I turned to the blinding light, I felt my body pommel into the air and like the world was slowed down, my body flipped lifelessly in the air before landing with a heavy crash against the car's windscreen.

"Somebody call 911!" I heard someone scream before everything turned dark.