Chapter 4 - The Mistake

So now I'm seated in the cafe patiently waiting..sorry.Did I say patiently?

My bad, I am anything but patient right about now! So as I sit there thinking back to all that happened my step sister and Doctor Kira finally decides to show up.

Bianca is dressed in a brown body fitting mid-thigh dress her hair which is braided to perfection lain over her right shoulder her red lips screaming for and drawing in attention and her black wedge ankle boots just making her look all the more gorgeous. What am I even talking about?

My step sister has never not looked breathtaking. She's actually managed to cause some few heads to turn.

I cast her a rage-filled glare rolling my eyes as she takes her seat.

"Does this look like a fucking date you're attending? I ask her

"Helena..." Doctor Kira tries to call my name

"Cut to the chase "I speak dryly.

"Okay but before I tell you all what I'm about to I deeply apologie Ive been your family doctor for years and l love you and goodness knows just how guilty I feel right now.Okay so here goes nothing.Four weeks back on the day before you came in for your very last injection there was a mistake between your shots and the injection that contained Malcom sperm. The nurse that brought in both injections must have mislabeled them .I swear I thought I had inseminated Bianca but confused several different needles.So I sorta inseminated you instead.That morning I had a few tequila shots..."

"A few!"I almost shriek slamming palms against table and earning myself a few glares from persons near bye and a shriek form Bianca.

"Helena I am so sorry. I know you noticed my semi-drunken state you just didn't want to rile me up.You even asked if I was sure I could handle injecting you and I still insisted on doing so.I am so sorry Helena.I swear I am.Say something-please Helena "she explains placing a palm over the back of my hand.

I quickly retract my arm as if burnt recoiling from her touch and just spear glares in her direction.I have this ache in my chest.I can practically scoop some of that fury radiating off of me in waves. She has ruined my life and successfully at that!

"Say something?Say something like fucking what! How can I be carry my sister's fiance baby ?"I calmly question jaws ticking as my fingers clutch the edge of the table.

"Well from this view I don't think is all that bad cause I get to have a baby and get to start my modelling career. Though I have to convince Malcom" Bianca said shrugging while I gaped at her mouth opened.

Doctor Kira takes some time as if deep in contemplation before finally answering biancet "Thanks Bianca for understanding"

"Fuck you Bianca! Doctor Kira How could you be so damn careless! What about Ken, what about my life ?"I actually manage to whisper despite the rage combusting me.

"So let me get this straight I am carrying you and malcom baby? Bianca lemme ask you this what exactly what have I fucking done for you to repay me with such repulsive conclusion you just came up with"I whisper-yell then abruptly slam my palms against the heavy mahogany table noticing that I have earned myself yet again more stares from the different persons sat inside the cafe.

I graciously grant them a glare while Bianca dearest and Doctor Kira offers them a soft apologetic smile.

Malcom is going to gate this, I know that he is nothing short of cold blooded and that shit shakes me to the very core of my existence!

"What the fuck did I do to you so that you could punish me like this?You know what just stay out of my life! Please I beg you for the love of the remaining shred of my sanity and for the little amount of tolerance I have left keep as far away from me as you possibly can and I can raise the baby in me myself "I conclude palms pressing flat against each other before finally standing up to leave.

Bianca's now struggling to restrain her tears from cascading eyes watery and almost leaking while I on the other hand just want to go home and lie down.

"No you can't, you can't take I and Malcom's baby away" she said while doctor Kira gave me an apologetic look

Crying is not really my go-to when stressed or sad. It is a promise I made to myself after my mum passed and that was about ten years ago back when she was still alive she endured a lot of emotional and physical abuse courtesy of my fucked up dad.I recall once I found my her sprawled out against the floors a deep cut running from her ear down to her cheek oozing and sipping blood passed out.

My father had gone to wreck havoc in goodness knows where and when he finally came back home that evening he was completely fucking drank wasted and high on crack.Then without any justification for doing so he beat Bianca and I up then dragged my mum by the hair and into their room.I tried to kick the doors open to beg to fucking plead with my own father to take pity on our mother.But of course if wishes were fucking horses... Seconds later all my ears could pick was the splitting screams the toe-curling shrieks of agony as our mother cried out for her life.He had overpowered her broken her leaving her only a shell of her former self. Apparently even the neighbors had heard all the ruckus and phoned the police who arrived a tad bit too late.

When both Bianca and I rushed to our parents'room my mother had a bloody knife sticking out through her stomach and fresh rivulets running down and staining her cheeks.

And that was her end, our dad had passed out from the heavy drinking. I hated men from then on except for ken who used to be my best friend back then i still detest men.

Can you really blame me? My father fucked me up mentally resulting to me having the fucked up mentality of resenting males.

Signing heavily I discard the tormenting recollection of past accounts.I'm the one who's supposed to be sobbing not her! I exit the cafe willing myself not to look back.

I can't be anywhere near Bianca right now, I don't trust my feeble heart.

Thankfully the distance between my apartment and the cafe is a thirteen minutes walk. I'm grateful I didn't bring my car along so it gives me an opportunity to take in some fresh air as I begin to ponder about my life from here on out.

I trek down some col dark lifeless ally rounding up a corner coming up to my apartments. Unlocking the doors I glide past them enthrilled to be back home.

I decided to call it a day so I went off to bed maybe I'll wake up tomorrow and discover that it was all a dream.