Chapter 5: How Could You?

A month had past and Matthew's condition grew worse. Everyday Matthew had a daily routine of hanging over the toilet and vomiting. What made things worse was something he noticed when standing in front of his mirror.

He had just woken up from his restless night. He walked to his closet door to grab one of his maid outfits. To his horror, he was wide eyed as he stared in the mirror. His abdomen had become swollen. "W-What's going on!?" He shouted to himself. He placed his hand onto his stomach and pressed down softly. He felt some sort of hard object floating around inside of him. "Nn...No…This can't be right...I can't be—I can't be preg-!"

Just then Elizabeta burst through his bedroom door. "Where is that shouting coming from!?" She yelled. To her amazement, she saw how Matthew's stomach was budding. Her face twisted in a way that showed how horrified she was. "..You're pregnant?" She asked, almost to hesitant to have the one sentenced be uttered out of her mouth.

Matthew stood in the wake of fear. Fear that something might happen to his unborn child. Fear that Elizabeta will kick him out. And fear that Gil will find out that he's carrying his child.

Elizabeta, though not visible, was burning with pure anger. "Get dressed and come with me. You don't have to wear your maid outfit, just get dressed." Was all she said then she took her leave.

He blinked; a bit surprised by the fact that Elizabeta hadn't punched him or anything. Maybe because it was the fact that he was pregnant that made her not want to punch him.

"Where are we going?" he asked the female who was taking her seat in the back of the limo.

"Do not worry about it." She said. Her head turned and she stared out of the window, watching as the autumn trees rolled past. "After I specifically told you not to do anything with my husband, you went behind my back and had sex with him?" She asked her voice still calm. Matthew could tell that she was angry, bit why wasn't she showing it?

Matthew decided that it was best not to question it,

"Where are we?" He asked again.

"Stop here." She told the limo driver after five hours of silence between the two of them.

The car stood at a halt. Matthew stared out of the window, his eyes widened in disbelief. They were parked in an alleyway; the exact same alley where Matthew was wandering around trying to find a way home.

"Why are we here?" he asked, a bit scared by the fact that she may be kicking him out.

"Get out...I will only say this one more time, get out. You slept with my husband. The price you will pay is banishment." She stated.

Matthew froze. He was actually being kicked out. Though not showing any tears, he was about to break down and cry. He wanted to break down and cry.

"..Now." she said again, her voice was as cold as a winter night.

He unbuckled his seat belt and left out of the limo. Once he closed the door, the limo sped off.

They left him. They had just left him!

Tears slowly started to form in his eyes as he was now left on the street with his unborn child

.

"What did I do to deserve this?!" He asked, "When can I ever get away from this kind of shi—er…mess."

The streets were bustling with busy people on sidewalks and beeping cars shinning their bright lights throughout the streets. There was no doubt about it; he was in New York City. But how did he end up here? He groaned at the thought of being in the same city with his brother. Hopefully, he thought, he wouldn't run into his brother. Matthew was a bit out of place. He was wearing a lime green hoodie that was a bit lumpy on him, and blue jeans. He didn't fit in with all the other New Yorkers. Everywhere he looked, men and women were either dressed in business suits or dresses. Though they may have looked fancy, they were rude. Matthew had walked around trying to figure out where he was going. His foot had accidentally steppe on another man's dress shoes.

"Hey! Watch it!" He shouted. The man looked as if he was in his late thirties. He had a heavy build. He was dressed in an all-white suit and trousers that matched his white shoes, which were now scuffed from Matthew's shoe.

"S-Sorry..." He said apologetically. Next thing he knew, he felt a sharp pain travel through his stomach and body, but mostly his stomach. His eyes widened as his arms wrapped around his pregnant stomach. Matthew coughed and stumbled backwards. The well-dressed man had punched Matthew in his stomach. He felt nothing but pain. His unborn child just move because of the sudden impact. Matthew groaned his stomach hurting. It felt as if someone had stabbed him right in his stomach.

"Dude watch out!" someone yelled as Matthew toppled into him, almost making him drop his grocery bags.

"S-Sorry..." Matthew said through a groan and looked up to meet eyes with the stranger. He couldn't believe it. His eyes widened at the site.

"…A-Al..?" he said.

"Who are you?" Alfred asked. He could never remember who his brother was, even though they've lived together for many years.

"I-It's me.." He whimpered, his stomach still in pain, "M-Matthew.." he managed to say.

"Dude are you hurt!?" He said his voice still loud as ever. Yep...It was Alfred.. Nobody could be as loud as him

"Don't you remember me? I'm your brother. The one you abandoned." Matthew's eyes started to fill with tears as he spoke, "…How could you!? You left me out to die!" By now Matthew was causing a scene, but he didn't care. He didn't care about the swarm of business men, women, and construction workers surrounding the two of them, "B-Because of you, I've been raped multiple times!" He said through sobs, "...Because of you...I-I'm going to have a child!"

The audience gasped, and then shot glares at the unaware Alfred.

"D-Dude...C'mon...You're making a scene." He flushed, his face turning red from embarrassment, Matthew was panting heavily from exhaustion, not knowing what this much stress would do to the child.

"H-How could you!?" He shouted again, "what kind of brother would do this to their older broth—"the audience grew silent. Matthews's eyes grew wide, then closed. The next thing he knew, he passed out from exhaustion and stress. Alfred, without hesitation, dropped his bags and was quick to grabbed Matthew before he fell to the pavement.

"M-Matthew..!? Are you okay dude!?" He asked the still body.

Matthew was breathing normally, but was the baby alright?