Chapter 12: Positive?
"Positive?" I asked Candice. She nodded sympathetically. I slumped down onto the couch. "I can't believe this, the last time I-" I stopped myself when I realised what had happened.
"It isn't Adam's is it?" Candice asked. I shook my head. I put my head in my hands. Candice put a hand on my back. "It's ok, you're going to find a way through it," she said. "I don't know where Malcolm is, I'm pregnant and I just don't know what to do!" I sobbed.
Candice walked me home that night, Adam wasn't in, there was a letter on the table. I picked it up. 'I need to go looking for Malcolm. He's our only happiness, love Adam'.
I cried on Candice's shoulder. There was a knock on the window. I looked round. "Candice…who's there?" I asked, grabbing onto her arm. "It's ok, it must be the wind or something," she replied. I heard clanging and battering.
"I'm going to check!" I said, getting. Candice put me down. "You stay here! I'm going up to check," Candice slowly walked up the steps. She kept looking down back at me.
Before I knew it, someone had their hands wrapped around my mouth. I tried to scream but the sound was muffled by his strong hands. I kicked my legs about, knocking over various chairs and other objects.
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"Go away!" my screams were still muffled. I was carried out of the door and into the back of a van. It smelt of gasoline.
I huddled into a corner of the van, afraid to speak or move. I started making little crying sounds. I rocked back and forth, I didn't even know that side of me existed.
"No need to be nervous," a voice said. "This isn't funny!" I said and heard evil laughter. "I'm not dumb. I know who you are. Randy," as soon as I said that, the car stopped. The face was made clear as he put his head through the little glass window that separates the driver and passenger.
"Another little pathetic stunt!" I said. "You are pushing your luck!" he warned. "Randy, what do you have against me?" I asked. "Lets see: Your husband is a complete dick, you cost me my job, what else is there?" he said. "I didn't cost you your job! Is it my fault you love me?!" I shouted.
You could see his expression change from being totally in power to knowing he was almost defeated.
"You can't get to me!" he shouted and continued driving the car. "Where are you taking me?" I asked, my voice shaking. "Somewhere…" he said. "Tell me!" I screamed, forgetting I was carrying a baby inside of me.
"You've never been scared like this before!" he said. "Yeah, well I found something out earlier today," I said, tears filling up my ears. "What did I say?!" he was actually getting worried for me. "You didn't say anything, something complicated happened," I wiped the tear from my eye.
"Go on then! Take me to wherever you are going! I don't care!" I shouted. I leaned my head against the van wall.
Minutes passed and we were in front of a dark building. The curtains were dark black with tiny stains of blood, but big enough for any human eye to see without being close up.
"Randy, what is this place?" I asked, my heart beating faster than you could say 'hi'. "Calm down!" he shouted. "I could die in a place like this!" I heard whimpering and I turned to face the door of the house.
An old looking man was carrying Malcolm by the hand and walking over towards us. "You've caught the mother I believe?" he asked. I turned to Randy. "Is this what you have turned out to be? Pathetic!" I said. "I'll take you in now," he smiled his creepy smile. I linked his arms reluctantly. "You can't do this to me?!" I heard somebody scream. Somehow, I just hadn't got the courage to stand up for myself like that.
I walked into the building. The man led Malcolm and I upstairs. We walked into a smelly room with cold walls. Blood stains all over them. Adam was curled up in the corner. He went all pale, his hair was still messy and he just didn't look the same.
I sat in the corner opposite him, staring into his lifeless eyes. "How long have you been here?" I squeaked, Malcolm crawling over to me. "Only a little bit," he replied. "I have something to tell you," I said, adjusting myself so I was comfortable.
The door burst in. "I believe, we haven't had a proper introduction yet!" he clapped his hands. He had a freakishly long nose and was wearing a long robe. He turned to me. "Who is this pretty young lady?" he asked.
"Alex-" I saw Adam making hand signals at me. I had no idea what he was saying. He was mouthing something to be but I just couldn't see what he was trying to say. I looked back up at the guy who had rudely burst in.
"Alexandra Copeland," Adam hit his forehead with his hand. He stared Malcolm in the eye. "Shy are we?" he asked. Malcolm slowly moved backwards until his whole body was against the wall. There was no going back. Adam slipped closer to me.
"Why did you tell him your real name?! Why didn't you defend yourself?!" he whispered while that man was putting pressure on Malcolm to answer the question.
"Defending myself is the last thing on my mind," I whispered back. "Why? You're that tough girl back stage. You're that tough girl I fell in love with!" he said. "Well this is a hard phase for that 'tough girl'," I almost shouted.
"Sheesh!" he replied. I stared at him, he really didn't know what was going on. "What's gotten into you?" Adam asked. "Just don't worry about it!" I said, getting very annoyed. "You aren't yourself, what happened?" Adam asked. Before I could reply, that creepy man turned to us two.
"I'll get your dinner, roast beef and rice," Malcolm punched the air. "But, it will be cold of course," he added. Malcolm sunk back down to the floor. "I'll be back in an hour," he left, slamming the door behind him.
Adam kept bugging me about what had happened to me. "Do you really want to know?" I shouted, Malcolm flinched away. Adam nodded. "Well, in the space of just above an hour, without any of your help, I managed to buy milk, get shot, stay in hospital for a long time, take a pregnancy test and find out that I was in fact pregnant!" I blurted out.
Adam's eyes widened. His jaw dropped open. "Y-Y-You're pregnant?"
