Chapter Five: He doesn’t love me

~ Rose~

“Congratulations, Miss Rose. You’re eight weeks pregnant.”

The words hit like a fist straight to my heart. My eyes blurred as I stared at the paper in trembling hands. The words were printed in clear black and white, but somehow they made no sense.

Pregnant.

No.

This couldn’t be right.

My fingers tightened around the paper.

“It’s been six weeks,” I whispered.

Exactly six weeks since that night, the same night I let him claim me over the living room couch, I let him bury his cock deep inside me and painted my stomach white with thick ropes.

Archer Hayes.

My stepbrother.

The man I’ve ached for, even as a teenager. The only man I couldn’t stop dreaming about no matter how hard I tried. The same man I let him ruin me.

And then, only hours later, I had walked into the study and found my stepfather with that massive cock in his fist. I should have turned around, crawled back to my room but I didn’t.

Instead, I let him fuck me, faced-pinnned over the desk. He forced every brutal inch until I sobbed and he never pulled out. Not once. Not until he filled me to the brim. Not until I was leaking his cum the entire walk back to my room.

Both of them. Same night.

And now this.

They’ve left a part of them in me.

A living seed.

A proof of my mistake.

How is this possible?

How do I explain this? That I’m pregnant for both my stepbrother and stepfather? How do I face Mum with the truth? I couldn’t even look at her without the guilt tearing me apart. This will break her. This is pure betrayal.

Archer.

Maybe Archer.

I needed to tell him first.

Maybe he’ll know what to do.

Maybe he wouldn’t panic.

Maybe he would look at me the way he had that night and tell me everything was going to be okay.

The nurse was still babbling something about vitamins, next appointment, options but her voice only sounded like it was under water. I nodded when I was supposed to, signed what I was supposed to sign and somehow I walked out of the clinic on legs that didn’t feel like mine.

The walk back home felt like the shortest, I didn’t bother taking a cab. I couldn’t. Maybe the more time I wasted, the easier it’d be to lie to myself. But eventually, I got home.

I tightened my fingers around the straps of my handbag, trying to steady myself. My heart was still hammering against my ribs, I could literally hear them.

I stood just outside the front door.

My hand hovered over the handle.

What was I even going to say?

Hey Archer, I’m pregnant… And guess what? I can’t tell if it’s yours or your Daddy’s.

Exciting, right?… You’re either getting a son or a stepbrother.

My stomach twisted.

Shit.

That sounds stupid even inside my head.

But I did it anyway.

I took a deep breath and turned the handle open.

What’s the worst that could possibly happen? I mean I got through the worst of the day, nothing could beat that. Atleast, that’s what I thought.

Not until I opened the door and my world came crumbling in pieces again.

My stomach sank at the sight inside.

My entire body went frozen.

Archer

My supposed baby daddy and stepbrother. All wrapped up in the hands of a blonde woman.

Her legs were spread apart in the air, Archer between them, his dick buried inside her like he paid rent in that pussy.

I felt my heart tightened.

“What the fuck?” The words ripped out of me.

Archer’s head snapped towards me. But he didn’t react, he didn’t even try to act remorseful. No. None of that shit. His brows just furrowed in irritation like I just interrupted his happy timing.

His cock was still buried inside her, coated and dripping with her juice for some seconds while I stood there like a fool. And when he finally pulled out, I swear I saw my whole future lit in flames right there.

“What the actually fuck, Archer? Who is she…”

I didn’t finish that sentence before he caught me off.

“She is my girlfriend.”

“Girlfriend?”

“Yes. Meet Lyra.” He scoffed, while the bitch in question flashed me a wink. “We met aboard and have been dating since then.”

He has a girlfriend?

Super great.

And he never mentioned it.

What’s wrong with men these days?

I mean ain’t these the kind of things people say before getting intimacy with someone else. Before fucking my brains out on that same fucking couch while he proclaims his love for me.

“Great. Just great, Archer.” I started. “You could at least told me.”

“I don’t think I owe you that explanation.”

Did I hear right?

Did I fucking hear right?

I laughed.

I didn’t even know why. It just got out of me.

“You fucked me right there, on that same couch. And you say you don’t owe me an explanation.”

“We’re adults, Rose.” He spat. “We made out. Sure. Okay? Shit like that happens all the time. Why are you making a fuss about it?”

I couldn’t believe my ears.

“You said you love me.” I choked out.

“And you believed me?” He hissed. “C’mon Rose. We're practically siblings. How in the world were you expecting us to end up together?”

Tears welled in my eyes, but I didn’t let it fall, not here, not in front of him.

I picked up my bag, walked past them, straight up to my room.

You're an idiot, Rose.

You’re such an idiot.

You let yourself get pregnant for a man who doesn’t give a fuck about you.

The second, I slammed the door shut, the tears streamed down my cheeks, my eyes were red, my hands trembling.

How would I face Mum when the pregnancy begins to show?

How do I sit across those two, eating dinner like some normal family, knowing exactly what had happened that night, knowing that I’m carrying either one of their babies.

I can’t.

I needed to run.

Not just for me, but for my baby.

I wouldn’t let him be born in this madhouse.

I yanked the closet open and started stuffing essentials into my bag, a few clothes, my wallet, and other things.

I opened the window and carefully climbed out.

I had to leave.

Mum would blame herself for my mistakes, I’ll never be at peace knowing I ruined her marriage. I destroyed her only chance of happiness.

No. No. I wouldn’t let that happen.

So, I left.

No goodbye.

No maybes.

I just disappeared.