Chapter 105 Possibilities
Madison's POV
"You're running temperature, Madison." My mother's voice held fear in them.
I groaned tiredly, turning to my side.
I already knew that.
I could feel the heat that radiated from my body.
However, these symptoms were only so serious in the morning.
"Excuse me." Jumping out of the bed, I ran to the toilet.
My throat ached so bad from constantly puking my guts.
My whole body felt like a log of wood - heavy.
"Baby, are you okay?" My mother rubbed her hand soothingly on my back, holding my hair back from my face.
"I don't know, mother." I told her truthfully.
She held my face in her hand. She raised my eye lid up, her eyes growing wide.
"Have you... Have you had unprotected sex with ... with Alessandro?"
I paused, looking at her.
"What are you insinuating?" I asked, my voice small
She bit her lips, her eyes dull. "I... I think..."
"That I'm pregnant?" I scoffed. That was such a terrible thing to be.
Especially for someone that hated my guts.
"I can't be pregnant. I.. I used birth con -"
Shit.
Shit.
"You used birth control?" She asked, holding my shoulder.
"Mother, can I ... Can I go to get a pregnancy test strip?" My voice barely came out as a whisper.
We didn't use protection the last time and I wasn't on birth control.
But it was just that once.
He came inside of you, Madison.
So?
What were the possibilities that I was pregnant?
"Uhh... Okay, okay. Don't panic okay? I'll cover up for you while you go get one." She told me, pulling me in for a hug. "I'm here for you."
"But what if... What if I'm pregnant?" The tears were coming.
My pulse quickened.
She took in a sharp breath, then exhaled. "We'll know what to do. Just get a test first."
I nodded, making my way into the room. I threw on a sweatpant and oversized sweatshirt, covering my head with the hood.
There was no time to look presentable.
I was out of it.
This was going to change everything if it were true.
Not in a good way.
Or maybe in a good way?
Maybe having his child might soften him up.
Definitely.
Small hope lightened in my heart. I patted my shoulder throughout the ride, comforting myself.
"Welcome!" The receptionist said to me, smiling.
"Can... Can I -" I paused, turning around. "Sorry. Can I get a pregnancy test strip?"
She looked me up and down, nodding carefully. "There are a lot over there. Then, there's a toilet there to check. Congratulations?"
Girl, shut the fuck up.
"Don't you wish you were in my shoes?" I said sarcastically, walking up to the shelf.
I didn't know if one would do the job so I collected five.
I locked myself in a stall, looking through the leaflet for directions on how to use them.
All these while, I was crying.
"Come on, put yourself together." I told myself.
My hands trembled as I brought out one of the test strip. My heart beat accelerated.
"Ahh!" I screamed, throwing it on the wall, watching it scatter.
Gosh.
This was so hard to do.
Now I wished I had my mother by my side.
Anyone at all.
"Okay. Okay Madison." I spoke softly to myself, trying one rightly.
And then two.
Three.
Four.
Now... It was time for the long wait.
Short time but long if you were anxious as I was.
I paced back and forth in the small stall, counting every second, every minute.
Once it clocked time, my heart jerked.
My palms were sweaty. I managed to turn one with my eyes shut and then my fingers found the other three, turning them too.
"Here goes nothing. It might be negative." I encouraged, peeling my eyes open.
Once my eyes landed on the lines, my eyes watered.
Oh God.
This is it?
Two lines.
I was pregnant.
I was pregnant for Alessandro.
"Are you okay in there?" Someone knocked on the door.
Was I okay?
"Hello?"
After cleaning my tears, I pulled the door open, forcing a smile on my face.
"I'm pregnant." I told the lady. Not like she even needed to know.
She creased her eyebrow in confusion before displaying a weary smile.
"Congratulations?"
I shrugged, dashing out of the toilet with everything, so I could go pay for it.
"Wow. That's a big ass positive." The receptionist joked.
I frowned, paying with cash after she had summed everything up.
"Thank you."
I turned to leave, only to bump into a hard chest, spilling everything to the ground.
"Are you - Russo!" My tone changed to that of urgency. My whole body froze.
He smirked, taking in my look
"You can disguise all you want but I know you when I see you." He said. "What are you - oh!"
His eyes dropped to the ground, beating me to it. I was only able to gather 3 strips.
"You're pregnant?" He raised his eyebrow at me.
I was beginning to hate the word 'Pregnant' already.
"I'm ... It's... It's my friends test." I said immediately.
"This friend of yours, does she by chance bear the name, Madison Salvatore?"
My breath hitched. "I... I don't know what you're saying." My shoulder brushed against his as I walked past him.
Wait.
What if he told my father?
I paused, turning back only to meet him following me already.
"You... You can't tell Ivano." I begged.
"I thought it's for your friend?" He folded his arms, the test strip nowhere to be found.
Maybe he must've dropped it there. I thought
"Russo..." I started, hoping I'd be able to talk sense into him. "This baby is Alessandro and I's child. It's just a poor child and it needs a complete home."
"I'm going to give it that." He said calmly.
"No." I shook my head. "It's not yours. You can never take Alessandro's place."
"Watch me." He scoffed, walking past me.
"What do you want?" I yelled after him. He halted, turning with a big smile.
"Now we're talking." He dipped his hand in his pocket, bringing out the pregnancy strip. "This is good news to me. I can't wait to hurt what belongs to Alessandro."
I clenched my fist
Nobody was going to hurt my baby.
"However, if you do as I say... I might just spare that little life and let Alessandro have it." He took a step forward, flashing the strip in my face.
"Get straight to the point, Russo." I said through gritted teeth.
"Accept my marriage proposal and be my wife, Madison. That's all." He covered the space between us. "You get to keep that child in there alive. I just want to see Alessandro break."
My lips quivered, my nails digging into my flesh.
How could a person be this jealously cruel?