by H. M. Montes
“That’s great! Do you have any siblings?” Peter asked me
“Nope it’s just me, my mom had a terrible pregnancy and was on bed rest with me most of the time so they decided one was enough.”
The housekeeper came walking in with another lady following her, they put a large brisket in the center with mashed potatoes, corn, and a strawberry cheese cake.
While we ate the conversation turned to what they each did for a living, Peter was the head of a law firm and Anna was a retired nurse. Ronnie’s biological dad had left when he was five years old and Peter’s two daughters from his previous marriage lived with their mom three hours away. I was completely stuffed after supper, we all moved into the living room that was decorated just as immaculate and lavish as the rest of the house. Ronnie pulled me down next to him on the dark red suede sofa and kicked his feet up on the coffee table. “I hope you enjoyed the meal Sydney, you look tired.” His mom said with a laugh.
“I’m so full I could easily go into a food coma. Thank you, it was delicious.” I smiled back at her.
We were watching an NFL team play football, “Have you ever thought of going to the pros to cheer?” His mom asked.
I shook my head, “I thought about it but I would rather help the younger kids so they enjoy the sport and do the best they can.”
“Do you plan on having kids?” she tilted her head at me.
Ronnie stiffened beside me.
“Umm, not for a while, a long while.” I told her with a nervous laugh. I wanted kids someday but most definitely not for at least five or more years.
Before she could say anything else Ronnie stood and held his hand out to me, “We’re gonna go hang out in my room. I’m tired and so is she, we’ll see you in the morning if we both end up sleeping through the evening.” He hugged his mom, shook Peters hand and led me out of the living room and out the back door.
“Where are we going?” I asked confused.
“My room, I need to fuck you like now.” He said matter of factly.
He opened the door of what looked like a pool house and stepped out of the way so I could walk in. “This is your room? It’s like a smaller version of the house.” I said as I looked around the place.
He laughed, “I fixed it up when I was sixteen, mom would always come barging in my room at the worst times. So I moved out here.” He said as he walked up behind me, brushed my hair away from my neck and started licking a line from my shoulder to my ear. He gently moved his hand around my waist and unbuttoned my blue jeans, then slipped his hands down them and under my panties. He moved one hand and slid it up my shirt until he was massaging my breast and pinching my nipple. “Fuck I can’t wait baby.” He pushed us over to the couch and bent me over it then pushed my blue jeans and panties down. I heard his zipper slide down and the thick head nudge at my entrance then he punched his hips forward and stopped. “Never want kids.” He mumbled from behind me as he pulled out and slowly pushed back inside of me.
“Wha…what?” I said totally confused. This, in my opinion, was not the time to be talking about kids.
He gripped my hair in his hand and yanked back as he continued to stroke his cock in and out of me. “I said, I never want to fucking have kids. Don’t even think about trapping me, I’ll fucking lose my mind.” His thrusts grew faster and harder, he pulled out, I felt the ribbons of come against my back.
I was speechless, shocked, confused, “Ummm…” I wasn’t’ sure what to say. He had climaxed but left me with nothing but a mess on my back. He used paper towels to wipe his mess off then he walked away. I stood up and pulled my pants up, “Why would you even say that?” I asked as I buttoned my blue jeans. “Did you not hear me say I don’t want them for a long while?”
Ronnie walked back in the room his pants zipped but the button hanging open and his shirt draped over his shoulder. “Mom thinks she needs grandkids soon, I don’t like little kids enough to be a dad.” He said with a shrug and walked past me down a short hallway; I heard the shower start so I went in and asked if I could join him. The shower was filled with silence. I didn’t know what to say so I just kept my mouth shut so I wouldn’t start a fight.
The rest of the weekend was spent in his “room” away from his mom and step dad. We Watched movies, looked through year books, and he showed me some high school football games. His mom called his cell phone and asked him to go with Peter to the office to move a desk. I decided to look around after he left, the large deck out the back door over looked a small pond surrounded by wildflowers and trees. I sat out there for about thirty minutes, relaxing and watching the wildlife run through the grass and drink from the pond. When I went back inside I opened a door that led to what would be used as an office. Something caught my eye on a stack of papers laying on a small end table. I picked it up and there staring back at me was a paternity test from a woman named Felicia Winston, Ronnie L Thomas – 99.999% is the father of said daughter. My hand flew to my mouth to stop the gasp. I picked up another paper and there staring back at me was a picture of a beautiful little girl with dark brown hair and dark honey colored eyes. I flipped the picture over on the back was a small note, “Vivian 2yrs” A vehicles tires crunching against the gravel driveway snapped me out of my shocked state. I placed them back down on the table and quietly shut the door then rushed out the back door and sat back down on the lounger where I probably should have never moved from. The front door banged shut and Ronnie started yelling my name.
“There you are, you ready to head back?” he asked with an agitated tone.
“I guess, is everything okay?” I asked.
“Just fine. Let’s go.”
I grabbed my overnight bag and followed him out to his pickup. We left before I had a chance to say goodbye to his mom or Peter.
I never asked him about Vivian or why he had lied to me about kids.
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Nothing was the same after that weekend, he was moodier than usual, he never wanted to have sex and if we did he was the only one that would orgasm unless I complained.
Two days before graduation I woke up in the middle of the night with a sever cramp in my lower abdomen. I groaned and woke Theresa up when I cried out in pain as it shot through me again. “What’s wrong?” she threw her covers off and jumped out of her bed.
“Oh my god—it’s hurts so bad.” I said as another pinch of pain shot below my belly button.
“Do you want me to take you to the ER?”
“No…no just get me some ibuprofen. Please.”
A few minutes later she came back and gave me the pills along with a hot water bottle to lay across my abdomen. Ten minutes later I started puking, I felt a gush of liquid against my cotton panties and freaked out even more. Theresa started putting her clothes on, “You’re going to the ER.” She helped me get dressed and walked me slowly to her car. Each bump she hit felt like I was being stabbed. “Sydney oh my god what if you’re…pregnant?”
I viciously shook my head, “God no, no no no.” I started praying to God NOT to let me be pregnant.
Once we were checked in and waiting in the patient bay at the hospital, a nurse came and drew three vials of blood and took my vitals. “A doctor will be in shortly.” She patted my leg and walked out through the curtain.
“I’m scared half to death for you.” Theresa said with tears in her eyes.
“If I am…he’ll flip out.” I drew in a breath, “He’s got a two year old little girl, her name is Vivian.”
Theresa’s eyes got huge, “No fucking way! Didn’t he tell you he doesn’t want kids, that he doesn’t like kids?”
I nodded my head, before the conversation could carry on a young female doctor came in and introduced herself as Dr. Carter, behind her a nurse wheeled in a sonogram machine. The room started to spin and my body broke out in a cold sweat.
“Okay Sydney, you’re blood work came back fine. I just need to check your pelvic area.”
“What? Why?” I felt like I was going to puke even thoug
h I knew I had nothing left in me to throw up.
She shook her head, “You’re not pregnant but I need to make sure it’s not an ectopic pregnancy. Do you want your friend to stay in or leave the bay?”
“Stay!” Theresa and I both shouted. Dr. Carter nodded her head and told me to put my feet in the stir ups. After a pelvic exam she turned the sonogram machine on and squirted the cool blue gel on my abdomen.
“Things look fine, no pregnancy anywhere. I think you might have had an ovarian cyst burst. Was the fluid tinged with blood and slightly yellowish?”
I breathed a sigh of relief, “Yes, and it hurt like BAD.”
“Just alternate with your ibuprofen and tylenol. This time tomorrow you should be feeling better. Your birth control shot is current so that’s good, you might experience a little bleeding. If you’re sexually active I would use protection just to be on the safe side.” She said. Then Dr. Carter cocked her head and looked at my face. “Are you one of the girls from the Hawks cheer squad?”
I smiled and nodded my head.
“You date the quarter back Ronnie, I knew I recognized your face. I’ve seen you and him at the games.”
“Yep that’s me.” I wasn’t sure what else to say.
“Okay, you better get back to the dorm so you can get some rest. Congrats to you both on your great season and Nationals.”
Theresa gave her a small wave and shook her head when the Doctor left. I got dressed and slowly sat up on the exam table. “Thank You Jesus.” I breathed out with my face tilted towards the ceiling.
We got back to the dorm and both fell asleep instantly, Theresa didn’t bother waking me up for class the next day since we were simply doing nothing besides talking about our careers paths. Around lunch time I finally climbed out of bed, showered and ate. I was just finishing the dishes when the door to our dorm flew open and in stormed Ronnie with heated eyes and his fists squeezing open and closed.
“You fucking bitch.” He yelled and pushed me against the counter.
“Ronnie what the hell.” I pushed hard against his chest, when he stumbled back I tried to run out of the small kitchen but he caught me around the waist. His hands fisted together as he squeezed tighter and harder pushing them into my abdomen. “Stop it, that hurts!”
“I fucking told you, what did I say about kids Sydney?” He squeezed harder until I felt a pop inside of me. “I don’t fucking want kids, not with you, not with anybody.” The door opened and in walked Theresa.
Ronnie quickly released me letting me fall to the floor, “What in the hell is going on here?” she rushed over and tried to help me stand.
“Your friend is a little fucking cunt that’s trying to get pregnant.” He yelled.
“What?” Theresa and I both asked him.
He laughed an evil annoyed laugh, “Did you really think I wouldn’t find out about your trip to the ER? That Doctor is my fucking cousin you dumb bitch.”
“Well that DOCTOR just broke the law and that doctor must have failed to tell you it was an ovarian cyst that ruptured.” Theresa yelled and started to walk towards him. “Go ahead and hit me you piece of fucking shit, I won’t back down from you. You don’t scare me one fucking bit.”
“Stop it both of you.” I said through a sob. I looked down at the bright red blush now soaking through my grey sweat pants. Theresa followed my eyes and gasped.
“What the hell did you do to her?” she screamed and ran over to me.
“Killed the little fucking bastard.” Ronnie said and stormed out of the dorm.
“What is he talking about? There was no baby on the sonogram. Oh my god Syd.” She was trying not to cry, she ran and grabbed her cell phone and made a phone call.
“A doctor will be here in about ten minutes, let’s get you over to your bed.”
I tried to protest that I didn’t want the ambulance, but she interrupted me. “It’s the campus doctor. I KNOW he’s not a fan of Ronnie’s.” she said and sat down on the bed beside me.
Come to find out, when he squeezed me that hard he caused the old blood to be pushed out. “Sydney you weren’t pregnant and honestly you should be counting your lucky stars that you’re not. He’s an evil man.”
I thanked Dr. James for coming over and begged him not to tell Ronnie, he crossed his heart and promised that it would stay between the three of us in the dorm.
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Theresa and I packed our things up over the next couple of days and Ryan helped carry it to our vehicles. Ronnie hadn’t called, text or stopped by since that day, so when he approached me at my car wanting to talk about things all I could do was shake my head and walk away from him.
“Syd, babe, come on. I’m sorry.” He jogged ahead of me and tried to stop me. Ryan and Theresa both stayed beside me.
“No Ronnie, it’s over. I’m done. You need to take care of whatever issues you have and I’m not strong enough to help you through them. Most importantly I really hope your daughter, Vivian, has a dad that is loving her and caring for her since you hate kids so much.” I told him.
He narrowed his eyes at me, his jaw muscles ticked, “Fuck you. You’ll never find somebody that’ll love you like I did.”
I couldn’t help but laugh, “I sure hope not.” I walked away from him and didn’t look back.
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“NO WAY!” I yanked the keys out of my dad’s hands and looked at them. “Come on let’s go see it.” I couldn’t believe what he had just told me.
We drove into town, numerous times mom slapped my shoulder and told me to slow down. Once we pulled up in front of the building I couldn’t hold back the tears of joy any longer. Dad and mom had purchased the building, and renovated it for me. “Get Twisted” was in bright blue and pink vinyl lettering on the window. “I hope those are tears of joy.” Dad rubbed my back. I hugged him and nodded my head. “Let’s go inside.”
My mouth fell open once inside, floor to ceiling mirrors against one wall, bright shiny flooring for a dance floor. Against one wall was a massive stereo system with surround sound speakers hanging in the corners and a large one hanging in the center of the ceiling. Dad pressed his hand against my lower back and guided through the opposite direction down a dark hallway, that opened up into a fully equipped fitness center. Every kind of weight machine, treadmill, weight lifting equipment, yoga balls, and yoga matts were placed throughout the massive area. “Ribbon cutting ceremony is set for Monday. There’s a list of clients waiting for you to call them back, on the front desk.”
“Oh my god you guys, this is wayyyy too much for a graduation gift.”
Dad waved a hand, “Nah you’ll be amazed how many favors people owed me.”
I didn’t want to leave but Theresa was getting impatient waiting for me to show up at her house so we could go out to the bar. “Oh god I have to have Theresa come see it.” I started to call her but mom stopped me.
“She helped get everything in here and get it all put together.”
My mouth fell open, “Wow, she’s good. You all are real good.” I told her.
We laughed and walked out of the building, I stared at it for a few minutes until my dad cleared his throat. “I’m not getting any younger here.”
I rushed through the shower, I slipped into my t-shirt dress that was black with silver angel wings printed down the back and the word Angel in cursive writing on the front with red rhinestones outlining the word. My black gladiator sandals completed the outfit, once I was done with my makeup I pulled my hair up into a messy pony tail and hurried out of my room.
Dad stopped me before I could make it out the front door, “Whoa, you’re seriously going out in that?”
I looked down at the dress, it stopped just a couple of inches above my knees, far longer than my cheer skirt. “Ermm Yes?”
He shook his head, “You are going to be the death of me.” He mumbled and turned back to the TV. I walked over and kissed his cheek so I could reassure him that I was going to behave. “You better be.”
&nbs
p; The parking lot of the bar hadn’t filled up completely so I squeezed my car in next to a massive black Dodge diesel pickup, making sure I didn’t ding the paint on either of them. When I got inside the bar Theresa was standing with Bryan at the bar. She hurried over to me, “Look at you…LOOK.AT.YOU. Rawr!” she spun me around.
Bryan walked over and pulled me into a hug, “Even with those fuck me shoes on you’re still pretty fucking short.”
I slapped him on the chest then turned and ordered a beer. The bartender twisted the cap off and smiled a beautiful smile at me. The three of us found a booth near the dance floor but far enough away from the speakers we could still carry on conversation without having to scream at each other. Theresa was beaming with a smile as she handed me a little red gift bag. I hurried and opened it, I pulled out a hot pink workout top that had the business logo “Get Twisted” across the chest in silver rhinestones. “I have one that matches!” I leaned across the table and hugged her tightly.
We talked about all the work that had went into the building, and I scolded her for hiding the info from me. “Hey,” she held her hands up, “Have you ever met your mom and dad?”
I laughed, “I’m so excited!” I thanked Bryan for helping with all the work.
“Not a problem, I got a free membership out of the ordeal. I’m going to be in there lifting but not learning that dance shit.”
He was interrupted by Theresa jumping from the table and dragging me to the dance floor to dance to All About That Bass by Meghan Trainor. People were bumping into each other, dancing and having fun, hands in the air clapping with the rhythm. Theresa was by far the most animated, bumping hips with everybody and singing to them. The song faded and started in with a familiar song by Christina Aguilera. “Look whose here!” Theresa smiled and pointed behind me. In walked Ryan.
“Hey doll I hear you’re hiring?” He said with a grin and started swaying his hips faster with Candyman. Ryan was six foot two, lifted weights and worked out every day, if there was any man I could trust it was him.
