Wicked Prince Charmings: Blue Saffire & Co. Fairy Tales by Blue Saffire & Tiya Rayne & KT Adler & Ivy Harper

Author:Blue Saffire & Tiya Rayne & KT Adler & Ivy Harper [Saffire, Blue]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Perceptive Illusions Publishing, Inc.
Published: 2019-11-14T18:30:00+00:00

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“Hey, where are you going? Can’t you stay with me?” I asked as I made myself comfortable in my bed.

“Can’t, I have work,” he replied as he collected his car keys and wallet.

“Ethan, its 11:40 p.m. where are you working?” A part of me already knew the answer, but I needed him to say it.

“Come on, Red. Now isn’t the time.”

He leaned in to give me a kiss, but I blocked his face. “Where are you working?”

“Red, come on. I gotta go.” He bit his bottom lip as worry filled his eyes.

“Where?”

He stood to leave, but I pulled him back down. “I’m not up for drama tonight, Red.”

“Drama? What has gotten into you? Where are you…”

He focused on the ground, and I saw it all. The new gold chain, the new black hoodie. “You’re selling drugs for Jimbo.”

He scratched his head. “Only for a little while till we get stuff for the baby.”

“You are using blood money to get my baby’s stuff?” I screamed. “I want none of it.”

“Come on, Red.”

“Keep it all!”

Rubbing his forehead, he uttered. “I can’t do this right now.”

“Fine, leave and if you continue working for Jimbo we’re done.”

He reached for me. “Baby, come on.”

“Just leave and come back when you’re done selling drugs.”

“Babe.”

“Get out!”

“Red, I don’t wanna fight.”

“GET THE FUCK OUT!”

The entire room got quiet, he opened the door and left. The sound of his engine started outside and I didn’t see him for four days. My dad took care of me. He got me my favorite Thai green papaya salad, and pineapples. I also had lots of tea and cookies.

On the fourth night, while I waited for Ethan to appear, I felt the first stab that twisted my insides. No one was home. I grabbed my phone and I rushed to the bathroom.

The pain in my stomach made the veins in my head feel like they wanted to pop. Cold sweat broke out on my hands and face. My heartbeat became irregular.

I started to pray. “Lord please don’t let me lose my baby.”

I squeezed my legs tightly together as if to hold on for my baby’s life. I called 911. The ambulance came and got me.

One D and C later, after my inner walls had been scraped and my body became an empty shell, my baby was gone. No one can prepare you for a miscarriage, no one will ever understand my pain.

Ethan didn’t show up to the hospital. I couldn’t call because my dad had my phone. I just curled into a ball and cried my heart out. I didn’t protect my angel. I didn’t feel like I was fit to be a mom.

On that bed I questioned God, wondering why he would make me suffer. My insides felt cold and empty. I just wanted to die right along with my baby.

A few days after they discharged me. I asked my father for my phone as I stood in his office. He sat in his dark brown leather armchair, reading his paper and smoking his wooden pipe.

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