It's been months.About two very long months. Probably the longest of my whole life at this point. I have a feeling he is avoiding me. Avoiding every gaze he can spare towards me. Practically ignoring my whole existence, then again, why did I think I'd all of a sudden become special to him. I have probably been more delusional than a six year old believing in unicorns and fairies, but yet here i am felling the sharp tug at my chest. A pain that never once visited me whenever he'd pretend i wasn't there.

Why is it that he'd plagued my mind every moment since that night? I shouldn't be this worried about him. I shouldn't care about him.i shouldn't even bother to think of him. I dont love him, right? Jason is coming back to town from his business trip. I should be excited to see him, hold him, kiss him, but i am not. Why is that?

I am sitting on the toilet seat waiting on the home pregnancy kit to turn colour to confirm my suspicions or atleast deny them. I feel dread course through my veins like petrol that's been lit on fire. I finally gather enough bravery to look at it. Twi dark line stare right back at me as if glaring with mockery. "Oh my God, I'm pregnant". I am pregnant and its not Jason's but for the heartless monster that i was forced to marry by papa."What do i do?" A sob escapes without knowledge as tears flows. My breath is ragged and my vision is blurring and all of a sudden i cant breath as i fall to the ground wheezing.I hear the door creak open and it sounds so far away. I feel warm envelope me and i open my eyes to see the devil himself looking down at me with those dark grey eyes that always seem lifeless. I could have sworn on my life that I saw worry swimming in those beautiful greys before darkness swallowed me