A family with a man who loves me.
So many things can still go wrong. I’m afraid to get excited or hopeful because it may not happen. Then what? I just go on with my life, knowing that it’s within reach?
What if the eggs don’t take and I run out? Devin said there aren’t many, but that all we need is one.
Is this the Lords playing another game with me? Will this be how they force Kashton to leave me? By putting me through one last assignment that is going to break me? I put nothing past them.
Shaking out my hands, I let loose a deep breath and walk into the cold room, seeing the woman on the table. She’s unconscious and lying under a white sheet. She’s not dead, but I’ve wished she was so many times in the past.
Moving to stand next to her, I look at the woman that I begged to help me. The one person I thought would understand the situation I was in and could save me. She chose their side. She was the one who suggested Garrett place me on fertility drugs. That my body just needed a little help in order to produce children. I’ve hated her ever since. She recommended I see a doctor.It was her idea for them to retrieve my eggs. Garrett would have never thought of that on his own. Like Kashton’s father once said,What’s the point of knocking up a woman if you can’t fuck her?
Is this what karma is? Am I supposed to be grateful or angry?
I run my hand over her dark hair. “You were right, Laura. We all must serve and have a purpose. I guess you finally found yours.”
I’m sitting in my room, like every other day, when the door opens and my father enters along with the bitch who told him I’d bitten her.
My father once called her Laura.
She hates me. The feeling is mutual. It makes me so mad that my father listens to her and her nonsense.
“It’s been long enough,” he states. “It’s time to test your theory.”
“It’s not a theory,” she argues. “It’s science.”
“Here.” My father pulls something out of his pocket, holding it to me. “Take this.”
I just stare at him.
He huffs. “Everett?—”
Laura places her hand on his arm, cutting him off, and then removes what he’s holding. “It’s okay, Eve. This isn’t going to hurt. You just have to pee on it. That’s all. I’ll go with you.”
All they do is hurt me. I’m covered in bruises from when they hold me down and give me the shots that they say I need.
“No.” Why the fuck would they want me to pee on something? And why would she think I’d want her in the bathroom with me?
My father’s face grows tight. Turning, she walks him to the corner and speaks in a hushed voice. He nods a few times, and then they both turn back to face me. “You will pee on this stick. One way or the other,” my father tells me. “It’s up to you.”
“I’m not peeing on anything.” I shake my head. Fuck them.
I will not bow down to them and their demands. I will not be the weak woman that Laura is trying to brainwash me to be. Raping your child isn’t okay. Letting your friends rape your child is not okay.
I might be uneducated, but I know right from wrong.
“Have it your way.” He rushes to the bed and grabs my ankle, yanking me off the mattress. I don’t even have time to catch myself before I hit the floor. He picks me up by my hair and drags me out of the room while Laura follows behind.
I’m hauled into a room that I’ve seen before. He always brings me here to see the doctor that sedates me. I hate it because I wake up in my room afterward feeling groggy and sore for days.
He throws me onto a cold, hard surface. “Secure her arms,” he orders Laura.
“Let me go,” I scream while my father holds my forearms down to the metal table above my head.
“This is your way, Eve,” he tells me. “Always have to do shit the hard way.”
Something is wrapped around my wrists, tying them together, and after a few seconds, he releases my forearms.
I scream and kick when he grabs my sweatpants and pulls them down my legs. He takes one thigh while Laura comes to stand on the opposite side of the table and grips the other. Her nails dig into my skin, and my hips feel like they’re going to pop out while they hold me wide open.
