CONFUSED

MIRANDA

“Ah, shit!”

I banged my forehead hard with my right hand as I thought about it thoroughly.

I am pregnant?

How do I handle this?

I am nothing but a sex toy to Antonio. How do I approach him with this news?

 “Am I supposed to? I wish someone could come to my aid

Should I tell Antonio I am pregnant for him?

No. I can’t.

He would order his men to kill me or do so himself. He could even send me away.

Even if he decides to spare my life, I can’t allow my unborn child into this wicked world of violence and crime.

I am powerless around him. If he could use me as he wishes, what more would he do to his own child who he might want to make his successor?

I won’t allow it. I have to make sure Antonio doesn’t know about it.

Perhaps it’s a wrong result. 

“Let me check again,” I whispered as I unwrapped a new pregnancy test strip.

 The same thing.

Just while I was busy trying to dispose of the strip, I heard a creaking sound at the door.

“Who could that be?”

It can’t be Antonio. He doesn’t come back home early on Thursdays; in fact, that is his busiest day in the week.

“It must be…...”

Oh my God! It’s Antonio.

What is he doing here at this time? He is not supposed to be here in the first place.

Immediately I packed up the scraps on the floor, disposed of them in the toilet, and flushed.

“Miranda! Miranda!! Miranda!!!” I heard him call out.

I rushed outside to meet him while still on my towel.

He stood still and spun me around.

“Are you trying to seduce me?” he said.

That was obviously a tease. I never seduced or tried to. All I know is he calls on me whenever he feels like having sex and every experience is an intense one.

I wonder what he was doing at home that very afternoon. It is unlike him to show up that early.

“Did something happen?” I wondered.

“I’m sure you are surprised I am here at this time,” he whispered to my ears as he used his tongue to wet them gently.

He slowly places his hands underneath my towel, squeezing my thighs with his bare hands.

I moaned softly.

Only if he knew I was already with a child!

He would handle me with care or perhaps look at me in disgust.

For a moment there, I felt I should stop him and let him know but the fear of what he would do pushed my mind off it.

Before I knew what was happening, he lifted me off the ground into his arms and took me to the bedroom.

“I have been thinking about your body all morning,” he said softly.

He dropped him on the bed and stripped the towel off my body.

I lay there helplessly, staring at the sexual desire that burns in his eyes.

He bent over and kissed my belly.

I felt really uncomfortable as I kept thinking of my unborn child.

Will I be able to keep this for long?

He had sex with me that afternoon and left me on the bed rushing out like he needed to get something.

Same old Antonio. I wonder what had come over him. If only he knew I was carrying his baby.

The thought of it hits my nerves and I lay still on the bed, naked and sweaty as I drift into a deep thought.

***************

 I find myself sitting alone outside in the garden.

“There is no way I can keep this secret from him for too long!”

“Antonio has eyes and ears everywhere. It won’t take him anything to know about this.” I thought out loud.

“Ma’am, is everything alright? You seem to be talking to yourself,” a voice behind me interrupted.

It was Xander. He was dressed in an odd style. His shoes were worn wrongly and his shirt was worn the opposite way.

I couldn’t help but giggle. “This is intentional?” I asked.

“Uhm… yes and no. Did you even realize this is my third time coming here? You didn’t respond to my greetings the first and second time.

“You seem lost in your thoughts. What is the problem?” Xander asked.

“It’s nothing, Xander. Tell me, what jokes do you have for me this time around?” I responded trying to dodge the question.

“I know there is something wrong but I will keep that for later. What do you see when you look at me?” Xander said as he spun around stylishly making all sorts of gestures with his hands.

“A clown!” I laughed so hard.

Xander had been nothing but my source of laughter in Antonio’s lair. He always has a way of making me happy.

But I don’t know if I can trust him to tell him about what is going on. He has always been my closest friend who would do virtually anything to make me smile.

“So, a clown is all I look like? C’mon look closely,” he added.

“Xander, see the way you are dressed. Only a clown will dress like this and it’s just really funny seeing you like this.”

“Everything I wore is on the wrong side. I am dressed like my haters. If they don’t like me, then they are on the wrong side. You like me so you are on the right side,” he explained.

I shook my head.

“You never cease to amaze me. Sometimes I wonder why your words and actions always appear weird and funny to me all the time.”

He smiled.

I saw the joy in the eyes as he spoke. I wonder how much sadness I would have to accommodate if Xander wasn’t around to keep me company.

Right there I saw his countenance change as he raised his head. He seemed to be looking at something behind me.

“Mr. Dante. I……... Welcome, boss,” he greeted.

Antonio?

How is he here again?

I thought he had left.

Before I could turn to see Antonio

A loud bang almost deafened my ears.