Page 59 of Unmasked Prophecy
He doesn’t.
He just turns away.
I walk inside, the door closing behind me, the sound final. The room is small, sparse, a mattress on the floor and nothing else. I stand there, my arms wrapped around myself and listen as his footsteps fade away.
I am so fucking alone.
God damn him for making me feel like this.
I guess I am to blame, if I’m being truthful.
I sit on the edge of the mattress, wondering if I did things differently, where I would be right now. I thought my plan was foolproof, that going to my father and offering my help would give me the best of everything. I should have known it wouldn’t work out like that. Hell, I should have known that my father was unlikely to ever let me go. He had a plan.
I just didn’t see it.
Now I have lost everything, and I’m pregnant with a child I’m not even certain I can take care of. Cyrus will never stop, not until he has the child he placed inside me. At least, that’s how he sees it. The child belongs to him, tothem, and I’m just a carrier.
Reaching down, I press a hand to my stomach.
I don’t know who you are yet, but I do promise to do my best to take care of you.
Even if it means giving you up.
Perhaps that is my only choice.
A family who is desperate for a child, someone who will cherish the very ground he or she walks on.
Could I do it?
If I have to, I will.
I’ll do whatever it takes.
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The night is long, endless, and I don’t sleep. I sit on the mattress, my knees tucked to my chest, and wait for something to happen. Anything. But nothing does. I don’t know if they’ve left me, if they’re coming back, if this is where I’ll die. I don’t know a single damn thing.
It isn’t until the sun shines into the room the next morning, and I hear familiar voices outside, that I realize I’m not alone. Most of the club has arrived, though I don’t interact with any of them. Mera comes in, giving me food and drink, asking me to come outside and walk with her, but I decline.
I don’t want to see any of them.
I sleep on and off until the early evening when the warehouse fills with noise, voices, and laughter, and I realize it’s a party.
These fuckers are partying.
