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Authors: Emma Clark
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the cloth and scrubbed my wrists, working to loosen the adhesive.
As Brandon twisted the cloth, oil trickled down the underside of my arms. He lowered a moment to lick the excess.
"I know what you're thinking," he said grinning. "Too much grease is bad for the heart."
I tried to smile beneath the tape. It was pointless.
He switched between the tape on my mouth and wrists, feverishly soaking the strips. After the adhesive loosened, he peeled off the tape and dropped the oily scraps on the floor.
I kneaded my wrists while he swiveled to fix me with a penetrating gaze. I shrank back because he stared with such determination.
I feared asking what was wrong.
"I know of your attempts to email your father," he said, gaze unwavering. "I found your email message on my laptop. It was minimized. You forgot to click out of it."
Pulse thrumming in a crazed fashion, I blinked, searched his face for clues to predict how he'd deal with my betrayal.
"Mia, what do you have to say for yourself? Do you honestly want to leave me? Am I not treating you well enough? Hm? I found your email days ago but wasn't sure how to handle it. I tried to put it out of my mind, but unfortunately it didn't work." He eyed me, likely debating my punishment.
I felt like a small child—about to get a scolding and sound spanking.
"I'm sorry, Brandon."
"It's alright, we all make stupid mistakes." His expression gentled.
"I was angry because—"
"Because you found my home-made porn. Right?"
"Yes." I looked away.
"I'm sure it was shocking to see those videos, especially the one I made of you."
"Very shocking, but I'm over it. Sorry I snooped."
"No worries, little angel, I don't mind if you know my secrets. I want to be an open book. In return, all I ask is for you to tell me when you're upset or angry. I don't want you to contact your friends or family, ever. Never again. That could be dangerous. Do you understand?"
"Yeah, I understand. I'm sorry."
He put his hand up to quiet me. "I told you it's fine, just don't do it again."
"I won't."
Brandon strode to the door. With his back to me, he spoke.
"You can't leave me anyway." He shrugged. "Not really, not entirely, because part of me is growing inside you. Now I'll have two little angels who belong to me. And I should know—I'm a doctor." He left me to dissect his riddle.
A riddle that wasn't too complicated to figure out.
What? I'm pregnant?
Oh god no. No no no no no no no.
9. THE TWENTY-FIRST DAY
"H ow?" I asked him the next morning after not sleeping a wink. "Exactly how would you know I'm pregnant?"
Side-by-side on the basement couch, we sat so close our thighs touched. It was a heavy, intimate moment when I expressed my anguish about the pregnancy.
"Mia," he chortled, "I've been to medical school. I know these things. I'll get you a test if you want."
"Please do," I insisted, worried shitless. Thoughts of bringing a helpless infant into this situation spiraled me into devastation. I didn't need a baby.
Brandon— definitely— didn't need a baby.
"This is why you've been having headaches, why your body's been warmer. An elevated temperature happens throughout pregnancy, caused by progesterone which keeps you from having a period, nourishes the baby by ensuring your uterine lining stays thick," he said with a straight face, speaking as if he were an educational instructor and I his student.
"I won't believe it until you get me a test," I said.
"Okay. It's going to be positive, though. I promise." He smirked.
"Hurry and get a test. I can't wait. I have to know."
"Sure." He retreated upstairs. "Be back in a minute."
Restless, losing my mind, I paced the room and probably did a hundred laps while he was gone.
He reappeared, handed me a slim rectangular box with the words Early HCG Test . My shaking hand rattled the box as I took it.
"It'll be okay, Mia. Just take the test."
I hurried to the bathroom.
"But make sure you read the directions first," he called. More concerned
As Brandon twisted the cloth, oil trickled down the underside of my arms. He lowered a moment to lick the excess.
"I know what you're thinking," he said grinning. "Too much grease is bad for the heart."
I tried to smile beneath the tape. It was pointless.
He switched between the tape on my mouth and wrists, feverishly soaking the strips. After the adhesive loosened, he peeled off the tape and dropped the oily scraps on the floor.
I kneaded my wrists while he swiveled to fix me with a penetrating gaze. I shrank back because he stared with such determination.
I feared asking what was wrong.
"I know of your attempts to email your father," he said, gaze unwavering. "I found your email message on my laptop. It was minimized. You forgot to click out of it."
Pulse thrumming in a crazed fashion, I blinked, searched his face for clues to predict how he'd deal with my betrayal.
"Mia, what do you have to say for yourself? Do you honestly want to leave me? Am I not treating you well enough? Hm? I found your email days ago but wasn't sure how to handle it. I tried to put it out of my mind, but unfortunately it didn't work." He eyed me, likely debating my punishment.
I felt like a small child—about to get a scolding and sound spanking.
"I'm sorry, Brandon."
"It's alright, we all make stupid mistakes." His expression gentled.
"I was angry because—"
"Because you found my home-made porn. Right?"
"Yes." I looked away.
"I'm sure it was shocking to see those videos, especially the one I made of you."
"Very shocking, but I'm over it. Sorry I snooped."
"No worries, little angel, I don't mind if you know my secrets. I want to be an open book. In return, all I ask is for you to tell me when you're upset or angry. I don't want you to contact your friends or family, ever. Never again. That could be dangerous. Do you understand?"
"Yeah, I understand. I'm sorry."
He put his hand up to quiet me. "I told you it's fine, just don't do it again."
"I won't."
Brandon strode to the door. With his back to me, he spoke.
"You can't leave me anyway." He shrugged. "Not really, not entirely, because part of me is growing inside you. Now I'll have two little angels who belong to me. And I should know—I'm a doctor." He left me to dissect his riddle.
A riddle that wasn't too complicated to figure out.
What? I'm pregnant?
Oh god no. No no no no no no no.
9. THE TWENTY-FIRST DAY
"H ow?" I asked him the next morning after not sleeping a wink. "Exactly how would you know I'm pregnant?"
Side-by-side on the basement couch, we sat so close our thighs touched. It was a heavy, intimate moment when I expressed my anguish about the pregnancy.
"Mia," he chortled, "I've been to medical school. I know these things. I'll get you a test if you want."
"Please do," I insisted, worried shitless. Thoughts of bringing a helpless infant into this situation spiraled me into devastation. I didn't need a baby.
Brandon— definitely— didn't need a baby.
"This is why you've been having headaches, why your body's been warmer. An elevated temperature happens throughout pregnancy, caused by progesterone which keeps you from having a period, nourishes the baby by ensuring your uterine lining stays thick," he said with a straight face, speaking as if he were an educational instructor and I his student.
"I won't believe it until you get me a test," I said.
"Okay. It's going to be positive, though. I promise." He smirked.
"Hurry and get a test. I can't wait. I have to know."
"Sure." He retreated upstairs. "Be back in a minute."
Restless, losing my mind, I paced the room and probably did a hundred laps while he was gone.
He reappeared, handed me a slim rectangular box with the words Early HCG Test . My shaking hand rattled the box as I took it.
"It'll be okay, Mia. Just take the test."
I hurried to the bathroom.
"But make sure you read the directions first," he called. More concerned
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