Getting Closer

Proserpina

From a great distance, I heard the sounds of people moving around me, talking. The movement in my belly was now getting more frequent. My babies were waiting to come out, I thought tiredly, too weak and weary to push them out.

One of the voices shrieking in the background, the loudest, belonged to Xenia.

‘Get the b*tch into the blo*dy aircraft before that f*cking madman Delano gets here!’ she was vociferating.’ I heard that bas*ard is on his way already!’ Her voice was tinged with hysteria.

The doctor’s tones, edging on irritation, replying to her,

‘She needs to be moved out with care. I will supervise it, madam. Leave it to me.’

The sound of the woman who had tended me was yammering in the background and then there was a sudden commotion. Amidst the hullabaloo, I could discern the voice of the man I feared the most.

Oleg.

“Get the f*cking c*nt on board that f*cking plane NOW!’ he bellowed and from my dizzying heights, as I floated in limbo, I felt my body being pushed roug