MATTHEW’S POVMy shoe raps against the floor repeatedly as I waited out of the hospital room where Drake was being attended to.I am still yet to wrap my head around this whole thing, because it is happening so fast, everything is going on so fast and I can not even grasp onto one thing.All of this doesn’t make sense to me. I did now want to believe it at all.At first, I thought Drake was faking a story to just get rid of a girl. But I did not see the need to question him about it because it wasn’t the first time.I thought when all of that was over and we got rid of her he would tell me the truth like he naturally did.But I would not get past the fact that this was his actual first time of trying to get rid of a girl that he had slept with.Because all the girls he got with only spent the night with it and used it as some sort of flex. It was what happened when we got down with them.So how it got to all of this I what baffles me beyond measure. It was getting more serious as the
DRAKE’S POVMatthew paces back and forth in the office and I could not help but envy him. If my legs were working right now, I would love to do that too.“Can you stop pacing? You are sending the wrong signals to my brain” I complain and he stops in his tracks, flopping down on the couch on the farthest part of the office.The urge to run my hand through my hair, or plant my face in my palm gnawed at me so hard, but my brain and my hands were not in sync at this point.It angered me beyond measure. Because for the first time in my life, I could not do anything. Literally.I can’t walk when I want to, and I can not move either. Not because I don’t want to, but because I am not able to.And it is all her fault. It is all Andy’s fault. She put in this position.For the first time in my life, I have to come to a realization and face reality. I am helpless and I don’t have any hope until she says so.For the first time in my life I might have to at the mercy of someone.It would have been
ANDY’S POV“Get your shit together Andy, we don’t run this restaurant with such clumsiness” My boss, Mr. Clifford, bangs on the counter as he dishes out his words.“Yeah… I’m… I’m sorry it won’t happen again” I stutter cleaning up the spilled cup of coffee on the ground.“It better” He mutters before he walks off to his office and I let out a deep sigh.That was close.Working three jobs at the same time would tell on anyone, but it’s what I have to do to put food on the table. Till things start to look up for me, I have to be thankful for what I have now.I scoff at myself. Who am I kidding?This is hell! Sometimes I just wish I could rip his head off and shove that big head of his down the toilet. But he’s my boss, and my money comes first.If I ever get out of here or get a better job, I swear I would flip the finger at him before strutting out of this damn sorry excuse of a restaurant.They call this a restaurant, I call this Hades. But this place is the only place that would guar
DRAKE’S POV“I’m not getting any younger son” My father’s strained voiced mutters for the umpteenth time during this argument and I let out an exasperated sigh.“I just need a little bit more time Father, I promise I would bring a woman soon, you just have to trust me” I state clasping my hands together in a bid to convince him.“You said that four years ago, you are not getting any younger too you know” He responds.“So what are you saying?” I wanted to get this over with, I didn’t want to have this conversation any longer than this, I already have a long day ahead of me.“You know…since your mother died…” He begins and I groan.We are not doing this again.He totally ignores my dilemma “This house has been so empty and cold and so void. You are barely ever around and I get bored” He complains.My dad can be a little cry baby sometimes, especially when it comes to having this exact conversation.I fold my lips in a tight line to hide my smile. “And?” I probe him.“I would be so glad
ANDY’S POVIt was exactly 8:30 when I arrived at the venue for the gala.I already had a really bad day and I just want to get all of this over with.For some reason I feel like I’m overreacting but at the same time I’m so angry at her.She literally lied to my face for a whole month. All those times when she would be out for hours and she wouldn’t be at work, she was with him.I am so happy for her but I just can’t get over this feeling.She must think I’m not trustworthy.Did I do anything to make her think like that?Am I the problem now?Is that why she couldn’t tell me?Am I overthinking this now?I should probably focus on work right now, I would get too clumsy if I keep thinking about this.Madam Stephanie walks out of the kitchen. A small top and some leggings adorning her body as she looks around.I still don’t get why she wants everyone to call her Madam Stephanie.We are literally the same age. Actually scratch that, I’m older with at least a few months. But I guess that’s
ANDY’S POVThe gala had begun by the time I got back to the hall.I rushed to the kitchen and just grabbed a random tray and blended with the rest of the workers in line.The guests were still arriving and the whole hall was decorated to perfection.Nothing was out of place and for some reason this whole place felt like a nice escape from the bad day I have had.The music wasn’t too loud and everything was pretty chill. It was poise and courtesy all around.But you couldn’t put it past this rich folks. It’s all pretense.Part of the lifestyle. Most of them here might be wannabes and pick ME’s.Especially the ones around my age latching on to old men for money. Probably waiting for their deaths so they could claim his inheritance.Call me judgmental, but I think it’s pathetic. They are young and strong enough to be successful young ladies without being fraudulent or sleazy liars.After an hour of setting the food and drinks on the table, the guests begin to settle into their seats.All
FEW WEEKS LATERANDY’S POVThe pregnancy kit falls off my hand as my mouth hangs in realization of what was happening to me.Shit! I’ve got a little human growing inside of me.“Shit, shit, shit” I chant, scrambling around for my phone to call Angela.I run my hand through my hair multiple times before dialing her number. I start pacing as I wait for her to pick up.“What’s up Marshy” She chirps.“Where are you?”“With Ethan… what’s wrong? Are you okay?”“Everything’s is wrong Angela, everything is so wrong!” I cry into the phone. I don’t realize when the tears begin to fall from my eyes.“Hey, hey, chill out, I’ll be right there in a few minutes okay… just stay where you are” She said.“Okay” The line goes dead and I pack up the P.T kit on the counter before walking out into the bedroom.I pace back and forth, running my hands through my hair multiple times.Thoughts begin to pass through my head in haze and I swoon slightly, finding the edge of the bed and willing myself to sit.How
ANDY’S POVThe utter silence that passed between us in this very moment could be recorded in a world record.He blinked several times probably trying to make sense of the whole thing.“You…” He stifles a laugh clearing his throat “You are cursed. That’s what you’re saying”“Yes” I nod running a hand through my hair.He squints his eyes searching my face. I couldn’t read him because of his stoic façade.“Look, there are other ways to beg for money than pulling this stunt” He states with a straight face and I don’t hide my scoff.“You think I’m doing this for your money? Listen —” I run my hands through my face “You would die if anything happens to this baby” I state as a matter of fact.“Now I’m starting to get this whole thing, it’s your curse, but I have to bare the consequences?” He asks and I nod frantically.He scoffs a small laugh blinking back into his stoic expression. He furrows his brows and wipes his nose with his thumb.“Look, you may not believe me but just listen to me.