Chapter 3 - Discovery!! Arrgh! This be a shorty but only because it
deserves to be by itself. And thanks to all those who reviewed. Taa very
much.
The following morning, Mitri's face paled as he found the glass bottle in the bin. This particular type of bottle, rather plain in form, was only used nowadays by the notorious apothecary Leeto. He slowly turned and regarded Myra, his future wife, with a look of utter contempt. "What is this?" he hissed through clenched teeth. He saw Myra pale and her eyes become as wide as saucers, full of fear, and this gave him a feeling of glee. "It's for my stomach cramps, I." she faltered as he stared angrily at her. "Stomach cramps, eh?" he screamed, "I DON'T BELIEVE YOU!" He threw the bottle at the wall above her head, raining tiny shards of glass on to her head. Myra whimpered. "LAST TIME I COUNTED YOU WERE TWO WEEKS GONE WITH CHILD! YOU'VE MURDERED MY SON!!"
"NO! No, it's not like that! Please, that was a false alarm. please!" Mitri descended upon her and rasing his skinny hand he thwacked her across her cheek. "You dirty whore! You fucking harlot! How dare you!!" She gingerly touched her face and Mitri saw two slow trickles of blood coming from her mouth and nose. "No, please, it was a false alarm. I wasn't pregnant. The medicine was for my stomach cramps!" Mitri raised his hand again and then stopped. "I want you out of this house again and I NEVER want to see you again."
"PLEASE!" Myra screamed, "Believe me!"
Mitri glared at her and left the house, slamming the door after him.
Edward moved out of the shadows, where he had been hiding, unbeknownst to both Mitri and Myra. He carefully picked Myra up and held her in his arms. "So what happens now?" she cried "I have no where to go." Edward shushed her and rocked her back and forth. "Let it all out Myra. Let it all out." And so Myra did, she cried and cried till there was nothing left.
The following morning, Mitri's face paled as he found the glass bottle in the bin. This particular type of bottle, rather plain in form, was only used nowadays by the notorious apothecary Leeto. He slowly turned and regarded Myra, his future wife, with a look of utter contempt. "What is this?" he hissed through clenched teeth. He saw Myra pale and her eyes become as wide as saucers, full of fear, and this gave him a feeling of glee. "It's for my stomach cramps, I." she faltered as he stared angrily at her. "Stomach cramps, eh?" he screamed, "I DON'T BELIEVE YOU!" He threw the bottle at the wall above her head, raining tiny shards of glass on to her head. Myra whimpered. "LAST TIME I COUNTED YOU WERE TWO WEEKS GONE WITH CHILD! YOU'VE MURDERED MY SON!!"
"NO! No, it's not like that! Please, that was a false alarm. please!" Mitri descended upon her and rasing his skinny hand he thwacked her across her cheek. "You dirty whore! You fucking harlot! How dare you!!" She gingerly touched her face and Mitri saw two slow trickles of blood coming from her mouth and nose. "No, please, it was a false alarm. I wasn't pregnant. The medicine was for my stomach cramps!" Mitri raised his hand again and then stopped. "I want you out of this house again and I NEVER want to see you again."
"PLEASE!" Myra screamed, "Believe me!"
Mitri glared at her and left the house, slamming the door after him.
Edward moved out of the shadows, where he had been hiding, unbeknownst to both Mitri and Myra. He carefully picked Myra up and held her in his arms. "So what happens now?" she cried "I have no where to go." Edward shushed her and rocked her back and forth. "Let it all out Myra. Let it all out." And so Myra did, she cried and cried till there was nothing left.