All Chapters of Pregnant With My Stepbrother’s Child: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

EVELYN I stared at the pregnancy test in my shaking hands, my breath caught somewhere between my ribs. The tiny screen displayed one single word, clear as day, sharp as a knife to my belly.Positive.My stomach turned, a nauseating wave that threatened to send me again to my knees. The bathroom lights suddenly seemed too bright and the walls closed in around me.I blinked rapidly, trying to force my brain to make sense of it. Maybe the test was faulty. Maybe Uncle Mark had some cheap brand that played sick jokes on people. Or maybe I was reading it wrong. The fine print on the box swam before my eyes as I tried to focus on the instructions again.Yeah. That had to be it.Without thinking, I grabbed another one from the stash I had stolen, I mean, paid extra for, and rushed back to the bathroom. My fingers fumbled as I ripped it aggressively open, my breath coming short and fast. The instructions were the same. The process was the same. I stamped my feet and walked up and down for thr

EVELYN Just as I was working up the nerve to mentally draft my life, I heard a knock on my door. Not the usual rapid-fire knock from Dad.I dragged myself up, yawning as I pulled the door open, only to nearly choke on my breath and fall to my knees.Mike was standing right there, beside my dad.I just knew I wouldn't be able to escape him forever. The universe had a sick sense of humor that way. Just when you think you've bought yourself enough time to figure things out, reality comes knocking.It had been days since I last spoke with Mike. Not because I was avoiding him, but because I couldn't reach him. Not after Dave shattered my phone like it was some kind of disposable piece of plastic.I was sure Mike had tried calling, probably texting too, over and over again, wondering why I had gone radio silent after he changed my phone. The thought of him waiting for a response that would never come made my chest tighten with guilt.Normal Mike would've blown up Dad's phone by now with hi

EVELYN I woke up feeling more nervous than I ever had. It was the kind of anxiety that didn’t just stay still, it crawled under my skin and penetrated through my veins.The nerves were worse than I had expected. My palms were damp, my throat dry, my heartbeat loud enough to drown out my thoughts. I swept my palm over my face before sitting on my bed, with my arms wrapped around my knees, staring faintly at the mirror. I had spent last night going over everything, trying to figure out the best way to do this without raising suspicions. I couldn’t afford to be reckless, if not with anything, but not with this.I took my shower right when everyone was asleep and probably having a nice dream.I sat quietly and paid attention.Dad never left without his usual routine. Morning coffee, a quick check of his emails, and then out to service his car engine. I knew every sound, even in my soap. I was so attuned to his movements that I could time them down to the second.I held my breath when I

EVELYNI hadn’t moved an inch since this morning.I sat curled up on the cold floor beside the bed, my arms wrapped around my legs with my body stiff. My pencil jeans still clung to my waist, filled with dried tears and sweat, and my chiffon top was wrinkled, as if it, too, had suffered through the storm in my head.I blinked slowly, my eyes heavy with exhaustion, and my chest tight with worry. A dark thought crept in again. A fleeting idea, one I had to kill before it took root.Killing myself won’t ever sort anything.“No.” My own voice startled me. It was hoarse and cracked, but it sounded final. I squeezed my arms tighter around my legs, digging my nails into my skin just to feel something real. The temptation of an escape was a trick, a lie my mind told itself when it couldn’t find another way out. But there had to be another way. There had to be.The tears came without permission. A silent cascade slipped down my cheeks, warm against my too-cold skin. I sniffled absentmindedly,

EVELYN His voice was low, edged with warning. “I’m going to deal with you,” he murmured, his breath fanning against my ear. “Make you cry, make you beg, and still have you enjoying every second of it.”The words sent a violent cold through me. My mind screamed at me to be wary, to resist, but my body had other ideas. Anticipation curled in my stomach and my mind raced faster than a bike, twisting itself around my resolve like vines tightening around a crumbling wall.I know what you’re thinking right now. You expect me to be angry, to fight back, to curse his name for impregnating me. And because I’m giving in, surrendering, and letting him take everything he wants, you think I’m weak, foolish, or maybe even beyond saving.Maybe you think I should hate myself for this, that I should feel shame crawling inside my bone marrow like a guilty whisper. Or worse, that I should be punished, judged, condemned, or even stoned to death for wanting this, for craving the very thing that should br