I was still writhing in pain by the time I got placed on the gurney and led through the hospital doors. A gas mask was placed over my face and everything seemed to fade away. The pain felt like a distant hum and everywhere sounded quieter. Through blurry eyes, I watched Pierce engaging in what looked like a heated conversation with the doctor. He glanced at me a few times, and each time he did it, he would run his hands anxiously through his hair. He still had on his night clothes, which made him fit right in with the nurses that swarmed me, poking needles in my arms or flashing bright lights in my eyes. Finally he entered the room with me. “What happened,” I asked, my words slurring. “Is my baby okay? Why does it hurt?” Why did it hurt actually? Currently I could barely feel anything. He glanced at the nurses before he took my hand. “You’re going into labour, Myra.”I blinked up at him sluggishly, “That can’t be possible, the baby’s just…she’s not old enough to be out here.” I tr
He grinned up at me. “Of course you get to choose. You've been with her the longest of both of us. It is well within your rights…unless you want to name her something like tinkerbell, then I would have to step in. For her sake.” He joked.I chortled, “Tink is a rather cute name actually.”His eyebrows went up to his forehead. “As a nickname, sure.”“I like the sound of pretzel, what do you think Myra?” Lily deadpanned, and I could tell Pierce was taking her seriously. I laughed a little trying not to shake so much.He seemed to understand she was kidding after that and calmed down. “So, tell us. What would you like us to call her.”Hannah and Lily looked down at me expectedly, and I chewed the inside of my cheek thoughtfully. I had been thinking about names for a while, but everything I ever thought of seemed to pale in comparison to the little bundle I was cradling against my chest.“Okay…” I started, unsure as I glanced at her, like I wanted her approval too. She nestled into me and
I slid down to the floor opposite the door and waited, watching as people went out and others moved inside the room. Ignoring others that glanced at me as they passed, and with every second that passed , I felt my heart sink. I had to call someone. The first person on my mind was Pierce. I tried his number several times but got no answer. I tried Lily’s next and after the fourth time, she answered. I could not help the sob that escaped my lips immediately I heard her voice.“Yvette is having siziures.” I told her after she asked what’s wrong. “I don’t know what to do, I-I’m scared Lily.”“I’m on my way, M. Is Pierce there yet? He called me a while ago, to tell me to meet you. Is he back?”“He’s not even answering his phone.” I sobbed. The doctor came out of the room, spotting me immediately. He removed his gloves as he approached me. “Miss Thompson. Are you alone?”“Is Yvette okay?” I asked ignoring his question. He looked down the hall ignoring my question and I felt a piece of my
I placed my hand over my belly as I stared at my reflection in the mirror. My hair was tied down in a bun at the back of my head and there was no trace of makeup on my face. The simple black dress I had on matched my puffy eyes and mood overall. Lily knocked on the bathroom door softly. “You can’t keep them waiting forever.” She said softly and I let out a breath. It had been two painful days since Yvette left and it was time to talk about burial arrangements. I had clearly stated what I wanted for my daughter but the hospital had refused, stating that since Pierce was the father, it had to be both our decision to make. He and the doctor were waiting in the office for my arrival but I could not get my feet to move. To walk into that room and talk about the…the disposal of my child.“Myra?” Lily called again.“I’m coming.” I answered and brushed my hand over my face, before I opened the door. I smiled at her before I passed her and led the way to Dr. Eli.When I stepped in the offic
It took me a week of constantly ignoring texts and calls from well meaning people to decide what I wanted to do. Among those calls and texts were reporters or journalists who wanted the gist about me and Pierce’s engagement.“We broke up.” I said simply the first time I answered a reporter’s call before I ended it.Throughout the week I had slept, wept, and ate in the dark. I didn’t want to listen to any other sounds except the beating of my own heart. I chewed ibuprofen in my mouth as I climbed the flight of stairs to get to the new set O’Malley was working in. After all the sympathetic looks I had gotten walking into the building, I did not want to interact with anyone who thought the bags under my eyes were because of my so-called broken engagement with Pierce. When I walked into the set, I was greeted by different shades of brown and green. The room had been decorated to look like the woods, not to mention all the green screen background. The first person that noticed me was t
I rolled my eyes at her. “Not my fault. She started it.” She started it from the moment she tried to drown me on set. “Can’t say I blame you. The nerve of her trying to rub it in. So cruel.” “I still think it was a foolish reaction.” Lily added. “And Pray tell how it is?” She looked between the three of us like she didn’t realize she had said it outloud, then she shrugged. “I donno, maybe don’t annoy the crazy psycho who has been trying to kill you for so long.” “Okayyy,” Hannah butted in and grabbed my hand. “Let’s get some food into our systems and not talk about this anymore. But while I ate, I kept glancing at Lily. My phone rang and answered. “Hello?” I said, still sounding irritated. “Miss Myra thompson?” A woman asked. “Yes, this is her.” I heard some noise in the background and then Liwayway’s voice. “Myra.” She said and I sat up. Hannah and Lily looked at my change in posture and stopped the conversation. “Hey Liway. What’s wrong? Are the test results back?
“Open the fucking door!” I yelled and pounded on the door again while Jace watched. “Hey! Myra?” I heard Pierce’s voice and turned to look at him. My eyes raked over him with hate.He was barefoot and in a simple pair of jeans and t-shirt. “Where is she?” I yelled “where are you hiding her!”“Who? Ruth? She left a day after the baby…she’s not here. What-““Left to where? Oh, I see. Her job is done, so she can just waltz out of here? How much did you pay her, Pierce?” I yelled, “How much did you pay her to slowly kill my baby. What price did you put on the death of our child?”His hands moved to grab my shoulders but I shoved him away. He took a step back but it had nothing to do with my strength. “I don’t understand what you’re talking about.”“Just stop it. Stop the fucking act! I can't take it anymore!” Angie hurried to us, clearly drawn by my yelling, and stopped close to Jace. “Myra,” she said softly and started walking towards me.“Stay away from me!” I screamed, and she stop
I kept on walking, missing the rest of their conversation. My sole focus at that point was getting Ruth. “Jace, could you call the cops.” I threw over my shoulder.He said nothing but from the corner of my eye I saw him pull out his phone. We climbed into the car again and I typed in Ruth’s address into the gps. Pierce was in his car by the time Jace rolled out of the compound. I vibrated in my seat, as the seconds ticked by, checking the gps to make sure we were still going the right way. Once again, I opened the door and got out as soon as Jace slowed in front of the apartment building, taking steady steps towards the entrance. Two teenages lounged close to the door smoking, and looked at our little party inquisitively as I passed them. I hurried up the stairs ignoring the burn in my legs. Finally, I reached the top floor and stopped at Ruth’s door. “This is it.” I told Jace and tried the lock. It didn’t budge. “She can’t be gone.” I tried the door again. “Fuck!” I cursed and s
I’d prefer we not talk at all, but refusing him could cause unnecessary drama.I led the way to the changing closet and shut the door, then moved to a wardrobe to keep the distance between us wide.“It’s good to see that you're back at work. Hopefully O’Malley hasn’t been working you too hard, what with the wound-““What do you want, Pierce.” I didn’t want to have conversations that sounded normal. I could not trust myself not to be pulled to him again. “Just wanted to check if you’re alright.” He removed his bandaged right hand from his pocket and scratched the back of his ear. “I know Sarah wouldn’t be dumb enough to find you again, but I couldn’t stop worrying.” I looked away from him, refusing to fall for his false display of emotion. Pierce always knew just what to say to keep me hooked while we were together. I wasn’t going back to that Myra. “I uhhh…. I also wanted to tell you that your dad is back in the penitentiary. He got into a bar fight with some old buddies of his. And
I dodged just in time, avoiding her knife as it slashed across my hoodie. Suddenly, the memory of the press assailant clicked into place - Sarah was the woman with the knife who tried to stab me. I didn't have time to process the thought, though, as her blade sliced through the air again. Everytime she missed, she let out a frustrated scream. I threw my bag in her face, and lunged, tackling her to the ground. We wrestled, my hands desperately trying to pry the knife from her grasp, and then her knee slipped between us and struck me with a sharp blow to the stomach.Wincing, I let go of her cluthef my stomach. That gave Sarah all the opening she needed. With a swift motion, she rolled on top of me, pinning my hands under her knees, her eyes gleaming with a sinister light.“You should’ve taken the deal.” She laughed, and drove the blade down towards me.Just as it reached my face, a hand came into view and the knife sank into it, stopping mere inches from my face. My rescuer growled in
After finding Ruth’s body in her apartment, I stayed indoors for the rest of the week, just waiting; waiting to get my baby’s urn, waiting for O’Malley to call me in.Sometimes I would seem perfectly fine. I would be making coffee one minute and the next second I’m shoving the coffee machine off the table.That was something I had to repair now before I left the motel. I just had so much anger in me and sometimes it would boil over. Ruth was not supposed to be dead. She was not supposed to be liquified, in her bedroom, with a suicide note beside her.The note had been an apology. And not just to me. It said that even while she worked under a hospital, she had this weird need to poison mothers. She had said that she was twenty three when doctors told her that she could not have a child of her own, and she held that grudge, taking children from what she termed ‘undeserving mothers’.My Yvette was just one more kid in a line of deaths. It made me furious . But why would she kill herself
I kept on walking, missing the rest of their conversation. My sole focus at that point was getting Ruth. “Jace, could you call the cops.” I threw over my shoulder.He said nothing but from the corner of my eye I saw him pull out his phone. We climbed into the car again and I typed in Ruth’s address into the gps. Pierce was in his car by the time Jace rolled out of the compound. I vibrated in my seat, as the seconds ticked by, checking the gps to make sure we were still going the right way. Once again, I opened the door and got out as soon as Jace slowed in front of the apartment building, taking steady steps towards the entrance. Two teenages lounged close to the door smoking, and looked at our little party inquisitively as I passed them. I hurried up the stairs ignoring the burn in my legs. Finally, I reached the top floor and stopped at Ruth’s door. “This is it.” I told Jace and tried the lock. It didn’t budge. “She can’t be gone.” I tried the door again. “Fuck!” I cursed and s
“Open the fucking door!” I yelled and pounded on the door again while Jace watched. “Hey! Myra?” I heard Pierce’s voice and turned to look at him. My eyes raked over him with hate.He was barefoot and in a simple pair of jeans and t-shirt. “Where is she?” I yelled “where are you hiding her!”“Who? Ruth? She left a day after the baby…she’s not here. What-““Left to where? Oh, I see. Her job is done, so she can just waltz out of here? How much did you pay her, Pierce?” I yelled, “How much did you pay her to slowly kill my baby. What price did you put on the death of our child?”His hands moved to grab my shoulders but I shoved him away. He took a step back but it had nothing to do with my strength. “I don’t understand what you’re talking about.”“Just stop it. Stop the fucking act! I can't take it anymore!” Angie hurried to us, clearly drawn by my yelling, and stopped close to Jace. “Myra,” she said softly and started walking towards me.“Stay away from me!” I screamed, and she stop
I rolled my eyes at her. “Not my fault. She started it.” She started it from the moment she tried to drown me on set. “Can’t say I blame you. The nerve of her trying to rub it in. So cruel.” “I still think it was a foolish reaction.” Lily added. “And Pray tell how it is?” She looked between the three of us like she didn’t realize she had said it outloud, then she shrugged. “I donno, maybe don’t annoy the crazy psycho who has been trying to kill you for so long.” “Okayyy,” Hannah butted in and grabbed my hand. “Let’s get some food into our systems and not talk about this anymore. But while I ate, I kept glancing at Lily. My phone rang and answered. “Hello?” I said, still sounding irritated. “Miss Myra thompson?” A woman asked. “Yes, this is her.” I heard some noise in the background and then Liwayway’s voice. “Myra.” She said and I sat up. Hannah and Lily looked at my change in posture and stopped the conversation. “Hey Liway. What’s wrong? Are the test results back?
It took me a week of constantly ignoring texts and calls from well meaning people to decide what I wanted to do. Among those calls and texts were reporters or journalists who wanted the gist about me and Pierce’s engagement.“We broke up.” I said simply the first time I answered a reporter’s call before I ended it.Throughout the week I had slept, wept, and ate in the dark. I didn’t want to listen to any other sounds except the beating of my own heart. I chewed ibuprofen in my mouth as I climbed the flight of stairs to get to the new set O’Malley was working in. After all the sympathetic looks I had gotten walking into the building, I did not want to interact with anyone who thought the bags under my eyes were because of my so-called broken engagement with Pierce. When I walked into the set, I was greeted by different shades of brown and green. The room had been decorated to look like the woods, not to mention all the green screen background. The first person that noticed me was t
I placed my hand over my belly as I stared at my reflection in the mirror. My hair was tied down in a bun at the back of my head and there was no trace of makeup on my face. The simple black dress I had on matched my puffy eyes and mood overall. Lily knocked on the bathroom door softly. “You can’t keep them waiting forever.” She said softly and I let out a breath. It had been two painful days since Yvette left and it was time to talk about burial arrangements. I had clearly stated what I wanted for my daughter but the hospital had refused, stating that since Pierce was the father, it had to be both our decision to make. He and the doctor were waiting in the office for my arrival but I could not get my feet to move. To walk into that room and talk about the…the disposal of my child.“Myra?” Lily called again.“I’m coming.” I answered and brushed my hand over my face, before I opened the door. I smiled at her before I passed her and led the way to Dr. Eli.When I stepped in the offic
I slid down to the floor opposite the door and waited, watching as people went out and others moved inside the room. Ignoring others that glanced at me as they passed, and with every second that passed , I felt my heart sink. I had to call someone. The first person on my mind was Pierce. I tried his number several times but got no answer. I tried Lily’s next and after the fourth time, she answered. I could not help the sob that escaped my lips immediately I heard her voice.“Yvette is having siziures.” I told her after she asked what’s wrong. “I don’t know what to do, I-I’m scared Lily.”“I’m on my way, M. Is Pierce there yet? He called me a while ago, to tell me to meet you. Is he back?”“He’s not even answering his phone.” I sobbed. The doctor came out of the room, spotting me immediately. He removed his gloves as he approached me. “Miss Thompson. Are you alone?”“Is Yvette okay?” I asked ignoring his question. He looked down the hall ignoring my question and I felt a piece of my