Last one for the night! Warning: the shit´s about to hit the fan!
DISCLAIMER: STEPHANIE MEYER OWNS TWILIGHT!
What Becomes of the Brokenhearted?
Chapter 53
TPOV
"Fuck," I groaned painfully. "I hated being pregnant."
As if the little fucker eating away at my insides could hear me, I began another round of puking my guts out. No matter the time, day or night, this little fucker was always giving me grief!
I would have ended the damn pregnancy months ago, if James hadn´t thought it would make a great pay-off for the two of us somehow.
I was beginning to think that money wasn´t fucking everything. I wanted my fucking freedom back! I wanted to shoot up without having to give a fuck about harming some goddamn fetus growing in my uterus.
Like I said, I hated being fucking pregnant!
The best thing I could have done was leave those whiny ass brats back in Chicago with Edward. Let him deal with midnight feedings, diaper changes, and cleaning up their fucking messes.
It had been so long since I´d seen the little annoying fuckers, that I couldn't even remember what the hell they looked like!
Gripping my large abdomen, I whispered quietly, "I hate you!" And I meant that with every fiber of my being. "You´ve ruined everything!" As soon as it was born, I planned to leave it behind in some hospital to be someone else´s problem.
When I was sure that my feet would support me, I pulled myself up from the filthy bathroom floor and moved to the sink to rinse my mouth out.
Bam… bam… bam…
"Hurry up and get the fuck out of there!" James yelled from the other side of the door. That was another reason why I hated the evil spawn growing inside of me, James wouldn´t touch me.
No matter how much I begged, pleaded with him, my body repulsed him.
Opening the rickety bathroom door, I was met with a hard cold glare. "What the fuck were you doing in there?" His stale alcohol smelling breath caused my stomach to lurch again. I turned around just in time to expel the rest of my lunch into the toilet. Too tired to care, I took the back of my hand, and dragged across my mouth to get rid of excess vomit.
"You nasty bitch," he spat in my face. "I can´t stand the fucking sight of you. You disgust me!" Just like always, his words reduced me to tears.
I could remember a time when he couldn't keep his hands off of me. When I was the only woman who made his dick hard! Now all I seemed to do was repulse him. "Baby," I reached out to stroke his arm, "I´m sorry, it´s this fucking kid. I hate being pregnant!" He snatched his arm from my grasp, and recoiled from my touch. It ripped my fucking heart out for him to treat me this way, but I wouldn´t give him the satisfaction of knowing that what he did hurt me.
If it was one thing James couldn´t stand, that was a weak ass woman.
Balling my hands in to fists at my sides to keep from touching him, I took a different approach. "Please, baby, I just need a little something to take the edge off," I bargained. "The sickness is sure to go away if I can get a little hit of smack. Come on baby, please," I pleaded shamelessly.
"You fucking disgust me," he said turning his back on me and walking towards the door. He paused with his hand on the doorknob, and addressed me over his shoulder, not bothering to look me in the eyes. "I´m going out, and I won´t be back anytime soon, have your shit, and mine, packed and ready to go bright and early in the morning, I want to get as many miles behind us as possible." Opening the door, he turned slightly and tossed a little baggie with white powder in it on to the side table. "Don´t fucking over do it! That baby is our meal ticket, you kill it, and I kill you!" The door slammed shut, and I was once again alone.
At least I had my old friend to keep me coming.
My mouth salivated and my eyes glazed over as I stared at the bluish-white flame I was holding under the cheap tin foil. The moment the heroin was ready, I was filling the needle. Thanks to my current situation, I had to be creative when it came to finding a new vein to use.
Tightening the belt around my ankle, I released and elongated sigh, and my eyes rolled back in my head as I felt the needle prick the skin between my toes. "Ahh…" I was floating somewhere between earth and sky. "This is some grade A shit!"
I don´t know how the fuck I did it, but I somehow made to the bed. My whole body was on fire. Heroin pumped through my veins with each beat of my heart, and I was able to escape. Nothing mattered at times like these.
A wicked grin spread across my face as I thought of my dear sweet Edward Cullen. If only he knew what we had planned for him and his millions, he would run. I laughed maniacally. "You should have never cut me off Edward; you should have never cut me off!" I drifted off with that single thought in mind.
I´ll just be hiding between the mattress and the box spring if anybody needs me! Remember while reviewing I just quoted Tanya verbatim! Her words not mine! See you tomorrow!
Krazi
xoxo
