been the strong one, the first one up after life dealt another blow. I was the one who languished under pressure, suffered from panic attacks and sobbed at any given opportunity. And Blane was the one who held me, consoled me, always made me feel like it was worth going on.
I clutch my belly as another bout of sickness overtakes me and I dry retch over the edge of the mattress.
That's when it hits me and my eyes widen as I lay back on the mattress.
Before we left, I complained to Blane about getting my period while we were on vacation and not being able to swim. But we've been here for over a week and ... nothing.
Calculating the days, I try to convince myself I've made a mistake. Surely this couldn't have happened now, in the midst of all this evil and terror.
But every single time I come up to the same conclusion. I'm sick, I've been feeling faint, and my period is missing.
There's a big chance I'm finally ... pregnant.
This is the sweetest thing, the very one Blane wished for so hard. We don't use protection, and after much convincing on his part, I went off the pill, too. But I always thought - and it seemed like I was right for a long while - that because I wasn't ready, my body would somehow sense that and I wouldn't get pregnant.
I guess not anymore.
Clutching my belly, I slowly stroke my soft skin, thinking of the baby that might very well be growing inside me at this very moment. And once again, the tears start falling, and the sadness takes over, because the chances of this baby - or me, for that matter - making it out of here, are next to none.
And I know if Aiden finds out what I just did, he will show me no mercy.
Just then, I hear noises upstairs and someone coming down the stairs. I turn towards the wall, too terrified to look. I'm bound and I know I can't make a run for it in my current state.
As the steps come closer and closer, I curl myself in a ball and prepare myself for the worst which is yet to come ...
Chapter 8
"Emme!"
A voice cuts through the darkness, and the familiar tone is too much to handle. I close my eyes tightly, telling myself this can't be ... It's Aiden, and he's come to haunt the rest of my dreams, forever.
But still, something tells me this cannot be right. Because the hands that touch me hesitantly are too soft, too strong, too merciful. My eyes finally flutter open as he lifts me up like I weigh nothing, cradling me in his arms.
I look into Blane's eyes, his gaze burning with hatred for his twin brother and love for me. I whimper, finally realizing my dream has come true ... He found me, and he came here to save me.
It's all going to be okay.
He cradles me in his arms and a growl escapes his lips as I moan in pain and delirium, still too lost in the darkness to really understand what exactly is going on.
Then, his lips crash against mine, demanding but gentle. I let the kiss convince me it will all be alright. I let it take me to bright, colorful places, away from this place which reeks of death. His love is pure love, but it holds a promise of revenge ...
And if I was Aiden, I would be deathly afraid in this very moment, knowing what awaits him when he returns.
Blane sets me down gently, his arms supporting me so I don't topple over. A foolish smile comes over my face and I exclaim, finally getting my voice and reason back. "Blane!"
"Baby," he groans deeply. "I can't believe it ... Are you okay?"
His hands roam my body and I moan when he reaches the tender point in my ribs where Aiden kicked me. Blane's hands form fists and his lips twist in a grimace as he realizes I've been hurt.
But before we have time to do anything else, we hear some noise upstairs and my eyes widen with fear as they connect with Blane's. He presses a finger to his lips before quickly untying my bounds and motioning for me to get back on the mattress while he hides in the many shadows of the dark basement.
Hesitantly, I do as I'm told though my heart is beating in my chest like it's on
Dorothy Salisbury Davis, Jerome Ross