Pregnant? No way!

Chapter 2

“Shit!" The man who had fumed towards me exclaimed.

“You caused this Scorp, how are we going to get out of here?"

We all heard the sound of another vehicle breezing into the estate. I looked on, still holding my blanket tightly. ‘Did my father come with one of his business associate? Perhaps his closest friend John Fidell, who most times walked around with his armed body guards?'

My heart began to thump, maybe this rapist and his cohorts would be caught and brought to justice. I felt a little excited, but then I remembered we were all in the second floor.

It will take some minutes for my father and his friend to get to where I am and even if they got in, my father might not come to me. It was already very late and he must assume I would be fast asleep.

The three men seemed very confused.

“If you hadn't f*cked her we would have been long gone"

"Thump!" The man who defiled me punched him on the tooth, it fell and blood trickled on the white blanket I was still clasping. I began to whimper, resolving to scream for help after all I have heard the chatty voice of my father and the others as they moved into the apartment.

“Let's use the window" He continued, pushing the man he had punched forward. The latter held his jaw in pain.

The other man spoke first “I can't be the first to jump down, we're in the damn second floor Scorp!, I can't hurt myself because of your insensitivity"

“Well, hurting yourself is better than being caught. Now off you go!"

Scorpion pushed the man and the bag of dollars they thought they had acquired.

“Dadddyyy! “Help!" I found myself screaming.

The two men who was still inside began to fret. I saw the one with a broken tooth pick up the bedside clock, he struck my head with it and I blacked out.

*****

From my blurry vision, I could see two persons clad in white. My head began to ache when I fully opened my eyes. Only then did I realize I was in the hospital. I was very familiar with the room, Saint Morris Hospital, the only hospital I always visited when I am ill and the hospital my mom had breathe her last.

I began to feel nauseous. I hated being in the hospital.

“My angel" I heard a masculine voice say.

I looked up to the face of Maurice Brown, my last date. He looked dapper in the brown sweat shirt he wore, his spectacle seemed disarranged and he creased his eyebrow. He must have been really worried about me.

“My father..." I managed to say, realizing I had missed a date with Maurice scheduled for 8pm, the same day the incident happened.

“Your dad left here few minutes ago, he was speaking with the Police Commissioner, I guess he needed a solemn and private environment"

Maurice felt my body temperature with the back of his palm.

“I'm sorry" we said in unison.

I managed to give a broad smile. I felt pains all over my body especially down there. It was as if I had been stabbed with a knife.

We both stared into each others eyes, finding the best way to start a conversation and the right statement to make first.

“Natalie, you are up!" That was my dad jolting us out of our reverie. He rushed to the bed I was, almost breaking into a run.

“You must hate me for being so carefree, I should have returned on time, perhaps all this would not have happened" he said.

“Oh... Dad, stop! it wasn't your fault. It all happened so fast. Trust me dad, I would be fine soon." I reassured, holding my father's hands in mine.

“I will make sure those fools are apprehended! They will never go scott free for harming you and taking away your dignity!" My dad spoke firmly.

“What?! Really??" Maurice asked, looking at me more pitifully now.

My father casted a glance at Maurice.

I felt so embarrassed that my father found out about that, the doctor must have uncovered that through the test results.

A nurse with the poise of an air hostess walked in with a blue file in her hands. Her beautiful white uniform reminded of how much I had wanted to be a nurse as a kid.

“Natalie Escobar will be discharged tomorrow, she just needs enough rest and the drugs already prescribed for her" her voice sounded smooth.

“If you want to, we can run a cyesis test..." She continued.

Maurice made to talk, but as an after thought he kept his cool. He must have realized he was in no position to decide on whether I am having the test or not.

“I think it's necessary we run a cyesis test, what do you think Nat?" My father asked.

‘I could swear that he never released inside of me, not after that rough push'

I gave my father my response “Let's go for it dad"

A tinge of fear and disgust welled up within me.

“God save that swine that the test result reads positive, he would be damned for life!" My dad retorted with finality, stomping the hospital cabinet where my drugs and a few other things were kept.

The nurse was terrified, the two other patients who shared the VIP section of the hospital peered at us, wondering what was amiss.

She walked up to my father and said “Everything will be alright sir, you need to take it easy".

The nurse turned to address me, “We will need your urine for the test in five minutes"

With that, she proceeded to attend to the other patients.

My father jiggled the car key he held in his hands, a habit he had formed and carried out whenever he was distressed.

Maurice gaze was still fixed on me.

I tried to imagine what was going through his head. ‘Does he think of me differently now?'

‘What if the test result reads positive?'

I started to feel uneasy, I shifted my gaze from Maurice face to the floor. A bunch of bouquet was right there, very close to Maurice's heels.

‘My Maurice brought me flowers!'