Traipsing out from the bedroom, Mystique beamed as the aroma of a palatable meal broke through her nostril, making her empty stomach grumble loudly. For a moment she thought Damien was back but when she came out with a hand over her tummy supportively, a reality hammered her slavishly, seeing the guys tucking in at the dining area.   Mystique's smile dropped, replaced with a snoot as she thought of how none of them bugged to wake her up for breakfast.    She was the pregnant one, not them.    Seeing that her presence was not acknowledged yet, Mystique cleared her throat loudly and successfully earned everyone's attention.   Harriet, with a tossed bread halfway to her mouth, shut her eyes and let out a rue, seeing her nightmare early in the morning.   Mystique raised an eyebrow. "What's that supposed to mean, Harriet?" she sported a glare towards the other.  

Twirling the wheels, he blisteringly drove on the road like a pro...maybe he was.    The horns coming from his car were apoplectic, just the way he felt at the very moment. With a wail, he ruffled his hair backward with his left hand while the other remained at the wheels. His black hair was disarrayed and sloppy, his typically warm eyes were bloodshot like a deranged man, who was ready to put the trigger on the head of the person responsible for his insomniac nights, his pants were begrimed and his white sleeves were left unbuttoned from the top, unveiling his bold chest but he didn't care...why in heavens name would he care about his appearance at such a moment.   How long had it been, when would all this ever stop. Why couldn't he go back to that loving family he used to have...even though everything was forgeries. Why did everything have to fluctuate, why couldn't he dwell in it even if it was just an illusion of what would happen i

The loud sound of a thunderstorm could be heard from the outside, Mystique jerked up awake as the grumbling and rumbling sound got louder and the rain got heavier, pattering against the windows. An unsettled feeling crept its way to her stomach, the feeling of antsy and humid also found its way to her heart. As the air got heavier, so did Mystique's heart as it began beating speedily beneath her chest, her hands shook beneath the blanket, her head felt weighty as if it was being pressed down and her forehead got sweaty. She turned her head to the side to find Damien fast asleep, wearing a long sleeve shirt, it was the first time he wore a shirt to sleep.   Mystique bit her lips, debuting on whether She should wake him or not but She shook his head, dismissing the idea as She thought of how the other went to bed early, he must have been really tired. Slowly, She pulled the sheets closer to her chest, jerking every time a thunder sound rang through the room, prici

"Boyfriend...?" Mystique felt a shank skewering through her heart as that word sink deeply into her heart, but she managed to maintain her angry face, she would never let them see her dissembler.   The lady scoffed again, crossing her hands over her chest. "And who are you?"   That question strikes her hard. Who was she in the man's life? What right did she have in his life? she was only carrying his child. What right did she have to be jealous of the other person had a girlfriend? "Oh, I didn't realize. I apologize" she said, sadness growing deep in her eyes as they got teary, thankfully, her voice didn't waver as she had expected. "I will give you space to talk, I'll be in the car"    She veered and raced out from the store, slurring over the calls of Damien, who stood up to run after her but the lady held back his hand. He reeled to her and gave her a blank and stoic look. He immediately tore her hand off his wri

"Please don't hurt me!" She pleaded, supporting her stomach with her hand, but the more she stood there, the nipping throe in her rib only consolidated, a single teardrop whisked from her right eye. she couldn't die there, she still had a lot of things to do.   "Come on, Sugar" they tittered in travesty, only a few steps away from her.   "Please, don't" she continued to besiege but they paid no mind as they were now before her. Mystique shut her eyes, waiting for the worst to happen. Her breathe evened and her heart raced in terror for herself and her baby. Her head felt whirling and heavy, she suddenly felt hefty.   "Well, guys" an unfamiliar voice bellow from behind them and they all turned to find a man standing there. "Stay away from him!"   And that was the last thing Mystique heard before she gave in to the darkness.   *~*   Sluggishly, her eyes flitter