Once His, Forever His

*****Elena********* One Year Later ****I took a sip from the half-filled glass of alcohol in my other hand as I ran my empty fingers on my stomach several times.. A mirthless, audible laughter escaped my lips as a drop of tear slid down my face. ...'. you're pregnant ma'am. Sixteen weeks pregnant' the doctor's words continued to ring in my head.'Pregnant? I'm Pregnant for the mother fucking traitor? The son of a bitch that took advantage of me and caused me so much pain?!' I yelled into the air within the confines of my small studio apartment.I gulped down more alcohol. This was where my decision had brought me.. I had been sure that day when I ran out of the wedding hall, when I rejected the groom coldly. My heart still stung, my conscience still pricks me for letting him down that day. My father had told me how bad my silly decision affected relationships with both families and how he blamed himself for my own foolishness. I took a huge gulp of the scotch in my wine glass again,

****Elena****I unlocked the door of my new home, making mental choices of what would help my fucked up situation right now. Maybe a glass of wine would help, maybe I needed something stronger.I kicked off my shoes on my way to the kitchen, one of the shoes flew south and the other north. The next thing that went off my body was my bag. I walked into the kitchen, took a wine glass from the small rack suspended somewhere up on the kitchen wall. Then I headed to the refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of vodka."Oh!" I groaned, closing my eyes as I let myself drop onto the couch in a plunge. I rested my head back so that my face pointed heaven wards. 'I've had one hell of a nasty week!" I mumbled, pouring myself a half-glass full of cold Palmsway vodka.I took a sip and squeezed my eyes as the liquid travelled down my throat. The last words he said before leaving the office rang in my head the umpteenth time in few hours. I flared my eyes open, balanced the wine glass on the table

****Elena*****The moment I heard the car horn, I knew he was the one. I took one last glance at my reflection and left my apartment for it.. A black Tesla sat outside, a man in black holding out the door for me so I can hop in. I approached the vehicle, anxiety creeping in that instant. I jutted out my chin, trying to hide how nervous I felt, asides from the fact that this was the first time I'm seeing him after the talk at the cemetery, I was apprehensive about meeting his dad for the first time in two years. . I boarded the vehicle and settled in comfortably. To my astonishment, Lucas was no where to be seen. According to what he told me, he is supposed to be the one to come pick me up. I let it slide. Anyways, it's all for the best, I'd enjoy sometime alone before I get dominated by his cold aura again. The vehicle revved to life and I was getting driven to the location.I stared out the window, appreciating Boulevard. The street was lit up by street lamps, some teenage couples we

****Ray****I watched her order shots of tequila till I lost count. A brunette who had high cheek bones and pretty eyes. A brunette I once held dear. She was definitely new to this club because I've never bumped into her in this particular club for the whole six months I've been visiting. I grabbed my glass of scotch, took a sip, leaning back in my seat, and watch as she pushed off the bar stool to head to the dance floor. Her hair draped over her shoulders and she gently spun around, placing her hands above her head while her hips sway to the music. Every move elegant, graceful and beautiful. I shifted in my chair, thinking of an appropriate way to talk to her, momentarily imagining her reaction when she finally sees me. Irritation, Anger, Betrayal? It'd be one of those. A man gets my attention when he sits down at the bar counter on the seat she just vacated. He casted furtive glares around quickly before pulling his phone out of his pocket and snapping a couple of pictures of her