I Can't Be Pregnant

Rose's Pov

The shadows in my father's bedroom grew long as the sun began to set. I have been wide awake all night, closed my eyes not even once, staring at nothingness in my father's room. I remained on the floor, my back against the heavy wooden door I had locked.

My face felt so tight from the dried salty tears and my throat sore from wailing. I had just finished griefing my father properly. In my previous life I had no chance to even grief, by this time I was already drugged and taking to the asylum. I am sure Richard would be wondering why the drugs haven't taken effect yet, he would be plotting something better by now.

I looked at my wrist. It was deep, ugly and almost purple now. Every pulse from it sent a throb of pain through my arm, a constant reminder of Richard's hate.

I need to divorce that bastard, I thought. In my past life, I had tried to divorce Richard but it all backfired on me. But this time I won't fail, I won't surrender, I will see this through to the very end. I will strip him of everything, reputation, money and his freedom. Beside I was the one who helped him achieve all this. Richard was just a beggarly carpenter son, I picked his family up from the gutters and now I will return them back there.

I couldn't do any of this on my own. I needed an ally. Someone I could trust, someone that hated Richard as much as I do. An enemy of my enemy should be my tool at this crucial hour.

I crawled to my feet and walked over to the desk, where I had dropped my silver purse. I opened it up and picked the matte-black card given to me by that stranger. DEREK HAMILTON. There is something familiar about him, maybe I had seen him with my father before but honestly I just couldn't remember. I didn't know if I could trust him, every risk I take had to be strategic and impactful.

I picked up my phone and dialed the number on the back of the card. My heart still drumming against my ribs, hoping I wasn't making a mistake again.

The phone rang once. Then twice. On the third ring, a deep, smooth voice answered.

"I was wondering if you had lost my card, Rose Hawthorne."

My breath caught. He sounded so cold, powerful but really casual.

"I didn't, I have been really busy with my father's guest, Mr. Hamilton," I said. My voice a little shaky, but I forced a hardness. "I called because you said I can call you for any help I needed."

There was a brief silence on the other end. I could hear the faint sound of a lighter clicking. "I am glad you have snapped out of your jelly personality. I heard about your drama inside the mansion, I was honestly thrilled by it."

"You weren't here, are you stalking me?," I asked sternly. "Well I want to know why you gave me your card and how you know I may be in some sort of danger."

"I know a lot more than you have ever known your whole life," Derek said plainly. "Everyone around you is a snake, a venomous one. You want to stay alive ? Meet me at the Hamilton Club in one hour. Alone."

The line suddenly went dead.

I stated at my phone for a moment. I honestly didn't have to wonder if I could trust him or not, I need help and my gut tells me I can trust him. I quickly left my father's room to my room, preparing myself to go and meet Derek. I pulled my hair back into a tight, neat bum and wore a red corporate gown with matching red lipstick.

I bolted to the door and stepped out into the silent hallway. I haven't gone fifteen steps before a door opened.

Richard stepped out.

He didn't look angry. Instead, his eyes were read and puffy. Like someone who had been crying non-stop for months. He rushed toward me, grabbing my arm shoulders, his face mask with panic.

"Rose! Oh, thankGod you are finally out," he sobbed. I stepped back, shrugging his hands off my shoulders. The way his face was mask with a genuine sense of worry was sickening. Beads of sweats even ran down his red face. "Honey, please.....forgive me for anything I have done to you. I feel like you are mad at me, and now you are becoming distant. It's affecting me, just last night when I remembered your cold tune I feel like hurting myself.... stabbing.. myself with any thing sharp.." he stuttered.

"Urghhh.." He was still maintaining this act, he looked really sick. I doubt Richard was just greedy, he was definitely a psychotic bastard.

"It's okay Ric, I said, my voice steady and calm."

"It's not okay honey, do you forgive me? I love you so much, I can't think straight without you." he kept blabbering and honestly it made my blood boil. But I just had to be calm, I can't make anything obvious yet. With this act Richard, had proved himself to be an actual psychopath.

"I forgive you baby," I forced out a warm smile, stepping around him. "I am going out. I need to do some shopping to forget my grief. You know how I love shopping." I let out a dry laugh.

"You can use my card," he stretched out his ATM card. It seemed like a nice gesture doesn't it? But honestly it wasn't. Every penny in this card, was my father's money. I took the card from him and put it in my purse, still faking a smile.

"When will you go to the hospital honey? You remember you told me you have been vomiting and also missed your period."

My heart dropped. A cold chill ran down my spine. That was right, by this time in my past life I had a pregnancy scare. That was my first pregnancy but I miscarried it. Could it be that right now. I was carrying the child of this bastard, Richard?

I felt the world tilt. The air in the hallway suddenly felt too thin for me to breathe. I stared at Richard, who was still looking at me with his watery innocent eyes, waiting for my reaction.

I can't be pregnant. No way, I refuse to be pregnant. I said to myself, silently.