Resurrection Dreams by Laymon Richard

Author:Laymon, Richard [Laymon, Richard]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub, azw3
Tags: fiction
Publisher: Leisure Books
Published: 2010-02-22T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-One

“You’ve been a very bad girl,” Melvin said. “You were supposed to save yourself for me.”

He was standing beside her bed, frowning down at her. He bent over. Vicki couldn’t see what his hand was doing, but a motor hummed and the back of the bed began to rise. A hospital bed? As it lifted her, she saw that she wasn’t in a hospital. The bed was in the middle of the Community Center auditorium. And as it lifted, the sheet on top of Vicki began to slide. She tried to grab the sheet. Couldn’t. Her wrists were bound to the guardrails of the bed.

The sheet drifted down, falling away from her breasts and the huge mound of her belly.

“You see?” Melvin asked. “You didn’t save yourself for me. I’m deeply disappointed in you, Vicki. I love you. You know how I love you. How could you let another man have you? How could you let him knock you up?”

Impossible, Vicki thought. A false pregnancy, that’s what it is.

“I didn’t,” she said. “It’s a mistake.”

“Oh, really?” He thumped her belly with his knuckles. It sounded like a ripe watermelon. “Who’s inside there, huh? I know who it isn’t. It isn’t Melvin junior. Could it be Jack junior?”

“No. It’s nobody.”

“We’ll see about that.”

“I can’t be pregnant. I haven’t slept with anyone.”

“I’m sure you didn’t sleep. You fucked, though. There’s the proof.”

“But I didn’t! Honest!”

“Liar, liar, pants on fire.”

It was a lie, she supposed. But the last time was so long ago. Bart. He was the last. That was almost three years ago. New Year’s Eve. They’d both been smashed, she forgot her diaphragm and he didn’t use a rubber (“Like wearing a glove”) and then her period was late and she was sick with worry, but then it came. It did come. The blood poured out and she wept with relief.

She got her period and, besides, that was three years ago. Couldn’t be Bart junior. No way. And she never did it with Jack.

Unless she forgot.

“We didn’t,” she said. “Jack and I…we had a fight.”

Maybe we made up, though.

She could see herself on the couch with him. Or was that Ace? No, it was Jack. He slid the straps of her dress down her arms, lowered the bodice, kissed her breasts. “Not here,” she said. “Let’s go in the bedroom.”

Vicki realized, with some relief, that she was no longer Melvin’s captive in the auditorium. Jack was carrying her down the hallway of Ace’s house. He took her into the bedroom. He put her onto the bed. He removed all her clothes, then his own.

She writhed against the smooth bare length of his body, kissing him, moaning as he caressed her all over. Then she was on her back, Jack kneeling between her legs. And she thought, he can’t. Not without a rubber. But if I speak up, he’ll think I don’t want his baby.

I want your baby. I don’t want AIDS.

He won’t believe that.

I can’t tell him. It’ll all be over if I tell him.

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