Rejected But Pregnant novel Chapter 1

I stared at the blank and grimy wall as silence permeated the small room, leaving me alone with my unwanted and haunting memories. My eyes flickered towards the dim light bulb swinging back and forth, back and forth; a constant in my fickle environment. A bell rang in the distance, its harmonious tingling soothing me like a warm embrace.

Footsteps thumped closer to my cell, making my body curl into itself, preparing for the oncoming pain. "I love you my beautiful angel," Her last words whispered repeatedly in my mind, reminding me what I had lost and what I most dearly wanted back. The cold metal door creaked eerily as someone opened the cell door.

"Get up whore, it's time to cook dinner," the voice snapped emotionlessly. "Mr. Alexander is in a murderous mood tonight so make it good," he grunted. I silently nodded my head, slowly sitting up. My hair fell around me in a ratty curtain, my bones groaning as I sat with my knees curled under me, arms down holding up my weight.

I stared at the guard's stony face and glaring eyes as if he was saying it's YOUR fault you are here. YOU could have helped her. YOU should have been in her place. YOU deserved it.

It's as if no one knows how guilty and depressed I already feel for my actions.

I cautiously slide my feet from underneath me, stumbling a bit, though not wincing as my bones clacked together. After a while I got used to the pain. My hands pushed me up as I got up unsteadily onto my feet.

I slowly and painfully walked towards the guard, my eyes squinting from the harsh light coming from behind him, shadowing his face, but outlining his sharp features. "Hurry up bitch, I don't have all day," he snapped at me. Nodding my head, I sped up my pace, following him as fast as I could. As I reached the guard he snatched my wrist, his stubby fingers digging into the flesh of my arm causing me to flinch in pain.

The guard dragged me roughly up the stairs, not bothering to care if I was hurt. He walked at a fast pace, causing my bare feet to bump into every step, creating small streams of blood to run down my already injured toes and heel. As we reached the door at the top of the stairs, I nervously fixed my old ratty paramore band tee-shirt and sweats.

Glancing at me with blank eyes, he jolted the door open, thrusting me in and slammed the door right after me. I gulped and kept my gaze down as I maneuvered my way towards the kitchen; each step I took spiked pain up my leg.

My feet led me to the kitchen. As I looked up I spotted the bright kitchen appliances, making me gleam brightly. Knowing that everyone here found joy in my sadness, I forced my smile to fall back to its usual sad appearance before starting my work.

Seeing my clenched fingers her brother Leo spoke up, "Hey look, the reject's angry," pointing towards my fist. A cruel smile twitched onto Mariana's face, her dark brown hair falling around her shoulders like a moth eaten veil, wisps of hair floating around.

I cringed away, causing a nail to dig into my cheek forming a slender scratch on my hollow cheek. Mariana gasped, "Look what you did, you whore! I just got my nails done!" She growled at me, "What is my mate going think when he sees my ruined appearance?" she wailed, pointing at her nails and herself. I looked her up and down, seeing perfectly arranged chocolate brown hair, cruel blue eyes, red painted lips turned into a scowl, brand new clothes that are form fitting, and a barely, or even non-existent, blemish on her nail.

Looking up at her confused, I stayed silent. "Bitch, if my mate rejects me because of your stupidity and clumsiness, I will personally kill you," She threatened, "I don't want to end up a reject, like you." Suddenly I fell onto the floor with my cheek stinging, and I couldn't help the tears that started to form in my eyes and fall down my face. Usually I could contain my crying until I reached my cell.

"Stop crying, you slut," sneered Leo as he threw me against the wall, my head making a loud thud as it came in contact with the corner edge of the wall.