Chapter 83: Chapter Eighty Three

*Gabriela*

Three days.

For three days I have been throwing up nonstop. No matter what I eat or drink nothing seems to stay down for very long. The past three days have been horrible for me. I was miserable and just wanted to go home. I was locked up in this room with no way to leave. There were men stationed out by the door and in the hallway. I know because after that so called dinner party Dario forced me to go to, I stealthily looked around for any ways of escape. His men were stationed everywhere. At every door, every entry and even spread throughout the halls, there was even one guarding the stairs.

The dinner had been stifled with tension in the air. I could tell the men were on their guard if not afraid when it came to their host. They were here out of respect, but they knew what kind of man Dario could be. The women they brought had been just as quiet and reserved as I was. Not a single one talked out of turn or were even acknowledge of their presence with the men. They looked just as uncomfortable as I felt.

I hadn’t said a single word and barely even smiled. All I wanted to do was go back and hide in that room he had me using. My heart twisted painfully seeing what my future would be like if I end up here for the rest of my life. If Domenico’s man hadn’t kidnapped me I would already be married to this monster with my days in complete hell.

I was brought three meals a day that didn’t even sustain enough to keep me full. Not like it mattered since I threw up everything anyways. I spent more time in the bathroom in my room than anywhere else. Dario hasn’t visited me again since the first day and I was so thankful for that. I was terrified that the next time he came in here he was going to do something far worse than what he had done previously.

I knew he was domineering but I had no idea he was this cruel and twisted.

I try to hold it together, but it was hard. It’s been three days, and I had no idea what has come of Enzo and his family. I was afraid for the worst. And he had no idea where I was or who had taken me. While I try to focus on the positive it was getting harder and harder to do. My body was becoming sensitive and sore, and I didn’t understand why.

I go to stand up only to become dizzy and the room starting to spin. Gently sitting back down on the bed, I rub my stomach that churned once again. A soft knock sounds at the door, and I couldn’t help flinching every time.

“W-Who is it?” My own voice sounded weak and strained.

“It’s me, miss. Tabitha.” The small voice responds through the thick door making it muffled.

“Come in.” I say a bit stronger, feeling a little at ease knowing it’s the maid Dario’s staff had hired for me.

I hear the door unlock and the man who was guarding my door opens it to allow the girl to enter. As soon as she passes the threshold he immediately shuts it and relocks it again. Every time I hear that click I can feel my freedom diminish with a loud wisp of air blowing though the wind to never be returned.

I watch Tabitha go about her duties of cleaning my room like she does every morning for the past three days. Other than answering the door we haven’t spoken a word to each other. She was young, I would assume maybe fourteen or fifteen if that. Her hair was a dull brown pulled up in a bun and she was so thin I was afraid if I touched her she would break.

She never makes eye contact with me and tries to avoid me at best. I figured she must have been demanded to keep her distance with me if not threatened. Even though my own predicament horrible, I didn’t want to cause her any distress or be troublesome just to get her to try and help me. Besides, there was probably nothing she could do to help anyways.

She places the tray she was holding, that she came in with, down on the small coffee table in front of the fireplace. Looking away I look out the window thinking of ways to escape for when I’ll have the time when I’m not puking my guts out. I don’t at first notice her slowly coming up to me until her shadow falls over my face and I see for the first time since meeting her, looking straight at me with concern.

Skirting her eyes to the door she leans in and barely whispers, “I know I’m not supposed to talk to you, but I couldn’t help noticing how you have been sick.”

She pulls something out of the pocket of her apron that must be customed for her to wear and my eyes widen when I see what it was. The fact that it never even crossed my mind was a bit surprising. But I guess with everything that was going on and the levels of stress I have been under could make it the last thing I would ever think about.

With shaking hands I take the pregnancy test from her and stare at the wrapping.

“I hope, for you sake, that’s its negative. We all know he hasn’t…” She clears her throat looking away for a split second. “If he knew about it, you know what he’ll do. I don’t want to know but I figure it couldn’t hurt to check.”

With that she quickly finishes her job and knocks on the door for them to let her out. She doesn’t say another word, nor does she look my way again. It would be best for her not to know the results. For both our sakes. But if it was positive, then how was I going to be able to hide this from Dario? Because there was absolutely no way I was going to get rid of it.

Laying a hand on my lower abdominal the possibility that I was carrying Enzo’s child overwhelmed me with such joy that tears sprung to my eyes. And it makes so much sense now. The vomiting, the tenderness of certain body parts and the sudden mood changes. But I needed the proof. Quickly getting up I head for the restroom and do the test. Timing the three minutes it allotted.

It was the longest three minutes of my life.

And when it was finally time I take a deep breath and look at the small stick. It was the absolute best and the absolute worst feeling in the world. And all I wanted to do was sink down to the ground and ball my eyes out.