Chapter 118 Unexpected
I take a shower as soon as I get in my room, the taste of bile still potent in my mouth even after I brush my teeth.
How long will it take before someone knocks on my door with what I ordered?
I try stretching, but my mind is too occupied.
Everything I have planned for my life is ruined.
I wanted to dance under Gregory until I retired. Right now I don't even know if I still have a job, I emailed the company to tell them I had to leave the country due to a family emergency and that they should email me instead of having a face to face meeting.
And now this.
THIS is definitely not in my plans, I didn't even want THIS, especially not with Ben mentioning it all the time.
Also, my family already hates Miguel, THIS is definitely not going to be very helpful either. I don't even know if THIS is in his future plans, we haven't even spoken about it.
It feels like hours before that knock comes, and I hastily open the door to find the receptionist herself on the other side.
She hands me a brown paper bag with a nod. "I included some things in case you need it, and don't worry, I billed it to the rooms under souvenirs, your parents won't even notice."
"Thank you so much." I realise this must not be her first rodeo.
"Good luck." She nods before she leaves, and I close the door, making sure it's locked.
My hand shakes when I put the bag down on the bedside table.
This is it.
This is the deciding factor to what the rest of my life is going to look like.
I sure wasn't thinking with the right brain when I opened my legs. This is going to be a disaster, I can feel it in my bones.
After what feels like hours just looking at the brown paper bag, I finally open it. There are two tests in there, a generic one and a digital one, along with vitamins in the event that THIS is real.
That receptionist should get a raise, I'm definitely giving her a ridiculous tip when we leave.
Looking at those damn tests is probably not going to get me anywhere or reduce the stress I'm currently feeling, so I head into the bathroom and follow the instructions.
After I'm done, I wash my hands for maybe a little too long while a few minutes will decide my fate.
I stop breathing when I pick up the generic test.
Two pink lines.
It falls from my hand and the stick clatters to the tiled floor with the evidence I didn't want.
It takes a little longer for the digital test to load, but when it does, it gives me the same result as the other one.
I'm fucked.
Doomed.
My career is over before it really had a chance to start.
How many other women have not been in my shoes?
I don't know what the fuck I'm supposed to do, so I roll the tests in toilet paper and hide it in one of the side zippers of my suitcase.
I should call Miguel. I should tell him.
But what will he say?
I have a feeling he would be on the next flight here, and that is not going to go over well with my parents.
And how could I be so fucking stupid when I've been the most responsible person for most of my life? How did I not take the damn birth control the way I was supposed to?
I knew it was fucking stupid to have sex without a condom, but every time that man asks me to open my legs, I do exactly as he says and love it.
Now I'm in this predicament, what the hell should I do when it was never in my plans?
I'm still sitting on the bed like a zombie when there's a knock on my door, and I quickly hide the brown paper bag in the drawer before opening the door.
"Hey." Mom smiles and brushes past me into the room. "Are you feeling any better? You missed a really cool place."
"Yeah, I was just lying down the whole afternoon." The lie slips seamlessly from my lips.
She turns to look at me and frown. "You actually do look a little pale. There's a doctor here, we could go and see what's wrong."
I rub my eyes. I knew she would want to swoop in and save me. The resort doctor can't exactly help my predicament here.
"No, Mom, I don't want to go to the doctor."
"Okay." She holds her hands up like I offended her. "I know you didn't want to really leave the city, but you know it was the best thing considering the circumstances."
I get myself a bottle of water from the bar fridge and take a small sip, scared that the nausea might return.
"I know it was for the best." I still feel so bad for Armando, an innocent life stolen for no fucking reason. Even though Miguel said it's not on me, I can't help but feel that it is.
I get to run and hide from my problems, while Armando gets a casket.
"I just hope they stop Ben." I walk past Mom and sit on the bed. "I don't know how much longer I can take this."
And what if he finds out about Miguel and me? It's just a matter of when, because neither one of us wants to be apart from each other. Somewhere we're going to let things slip, and he will find out. So far, it doesn't seem like Mr.Cargill mentioned anything about me being at Miguel's house when he pitched up there.
And what will he do when he finds out I'm pregnant, just like he wanted me to be.
But instead of him, his brother is the father?