I'm Pregnant By A Rockstar. This Is Just Great.
"I need Matt."
After I changed into Carlos' [i]outfit[/i] that he bought me, I walked back into the bedroom that was mine at this place and tried to cover myself up as much as possible. Which to no avail did that work. When I walked into the room, Carlos was laying on the bed in nothing but boxers. When I entered the room, he shot up on the bed and stared at me with his mouth hanging open. I looked down my stomach and felt like I was cheating. "You look so beautiful." I looked up at Carlos and he was standing in front of me. I didn't even hear him move.
"I wanna go home." I said in a quiet voice. He put his hand under my chin and lifted up my head. He cupped my face in his hands and bent down to kiss me.
"You are home." He said and just as he was about to kiss me, I stabbed him in the gut with a steak knife. He grunted and let go of me. I pushed him back and watched as he fell.
"This ain't my home. This is Hell." I said and turned around. If you're wondering how I got the knife, I grabbed it from the kitchen on my way back to the bedroom after I went to the bathroom to change. Thankfully the bathroom is on the way to the kitchen. So I walked out of the bathroom and as quietly as I could, made my way to the kitchen, grabbed the knife and walked back to the bathroom. Then put my shoes on.
I ran as fast as I could in these heels and made my way to the door. I opened the door, but was grabbed by the waist and had the door slam in my face before I could make it out. I struggled against the hold as best I could, but I didn't struggle enough because I didn't wanna hurt my baby. "You're not getting away that easily, sweet cheeks." Carlos breathed into my ear.
"I hate you. Matt will find me. He'll kill you." I yelled at him. He covered my mouth with his hand I bit him. Hard. He let go of me and I opened the door. I ran down the hallway as best I can and started to scream. "HELP! SOMEONE HELP ME! HE'S KIDNAPPED ME!" I banged on someone's door that was a few doors down from Carlos. And elderly woman opened the door. "Please help me? I know that I look like a prostitute, but I need help." I panted out. She looked down at my stomach and noticed that I was pregnant.
"Oh you poor sweet child. Come on in. I was just fixing supper." She moved aside and let me in.
"Thank you." I said and walked in.
"REBECCA! GET BACK HERE NOW!" I heard Carlos shout. Out of instinct, I ran and crouched as best I could behind the couch. I tried to quiet down my breathing. I folded my hands over my mouth and prayed to God for Carlos not to find me. "You. Woman. Did you see a pregnant woman run past here in some skimpy clothes?" I heard him ask. I peeked around the side of the couch only a little bit so that he didn't see me. He was standing there talking to the elderly woman.
"No sir. I did not. I was just coming out to find out what all the yelling was about. And if you could keep it down. I'm fixing my super and then I'm going to bed." She said nicely. I smiled a little bit. She had a southern accent, graying hair, she was dressed in her Sunday clothes, she was wearing glasses and her skin was a chocolate colored brown. It reminded me of Brian's eyes and thinking of Brian reminded me of Matt. She also reminded me of Madea. I felt tears prick my eyes and I tried my hardest not to cry.
"Sorry to have disturbed you Miss. Enjoy your meal." He said and with that, he left. The woman closed the door and locked it up. She walked over to where I was hiding and extended a hand to me.
"You can come child. He's gone." She said. I grabbed her hand and she helped me up. I rubbed my stomach as the baby started to kick and tried my hardest not to cry out in pain. "Follow me and I'll find you some clothes to wear." I followed her down the little corridor and into a small room. She went into her closet and pulled out a purple dress that came down to the floor with some purple sandals. She placed them on the bed and walked over to a dresser that was on the far corner of the room. She opened the top drawer and pulled out a beige bra and some black underpanties. She placed them on the bed as well and turned to look at me. "These are my daughter's clothes. I don't know if they'll fit you the best, but they're something to get you out of those clothes. I may not agree with the types of clothes that my daughter chooses to wear now, but I stand by her. These have never been worn, so you don't have to worry about them being stretched or anything. My daughter bought them and then just left them here." I smiled and nodded.
"Thank you." I said.
"You're welcome. Now when you are done changing, you come down to the kitchen and we'll have supper." She walked over to the door and closed it behind her. I smiled and walked over to the bed. It was difficult to get out of the shoes and clothes because of how big my stomach was, but I did it. I pulled on the underpanties and then put on the bra. I pulled the dress on over my head and then dropped the sandals down on the ground. I slipped them on, walked over to the door and left the room. I walked down the little corridor to the kitchen and saw the woman pulling out some stuffing from the oven.
"It smells very good." I said hesitantly.
“Thank you. My momma taught me how to make so good home-made stuffing.” She answered.
“Do you need any help?” I asked.
“No thank you. Why don’t you just take a seat right there.” She turned around and pointed to the chair in the corner of the kitchen.
“Okay. Thank you.” I walked over to the chair and sat down. I didn't know what to do so I straightened the skirt of my dress. Just then, the front door burst open. I jumped out of my seat and gripped the chair. Carlos came in through the kitchen doorway. He looked over at me and scowled.
"You lied! You said that she wasn't here!" He said to the woman, venom dripping on every word.
"She didn't want you to find her. I was not going to make her go back to you if doesn't want to. Now you get out of my house. I did not invite you in." She grabbed a wooden spoon and started hitting him with it. He grabbed the spoon and growled at her.
"Give her to me." He snarled.
"No. Now you better get out of my house right now before I go all whoop ass out on you, young man." She said.
"Rebecca, come with me and I will let you talk to Matt any time you want too." He said, looking in my direction. My heart jumped at the thought of talking to Matt whenever I wanted. I thought about it for a minute and just when I was about to answer, I got this massive pain in my stomach. It felt like someone was ripping a knife through my gut. I screamed out in pain and grabbed my stomach. I fell to the floor and started crying. "Rebecca?" Carlos came rushing over to me and held me in his arms.
"Is she alright?" The woman asked.
"I don't know."
"I need Matt." Carlos hesitated. I grabbed him by his neck and spat at him. "I need Matt." He nodded and got out his phone. I wonder how he knew Matt's number, but another pain went through me.
"Matt. It's Carlos. Don't curse me out. No. Rebecca is in a lot of pain. Hello? Matt? I don't know what kind of pain. She-"
"MATTHEW!" I screamed. Carlos listened and then gave the address. After that, he hung up.
"He's on his way."
"I wanna go home." I said in a quiet voice. He put his hand under my chin and lifted up my head. He cupped my face in his hands and bent down to kiss me.
"You are home." He said and just as he was about to kiss me, I stabbed him in the gut with a steak knife. He grunted and let go of me. I pushed him back and watched as he fell.
"This ain't my home. This is Hell." I said and turned around. If you're wondering how I got the knife, I grabbed it from the kitchen on my way back to the bedroom after I went to the bathroom to change. Thankfully the bathroom is on the way to the kitchen. So I walked out of the bathroom and as quietly as I could, made my way to the kitchen, grabbed the knife and walked back to the bathroom. Then put my shoes on.
I ran as fast as I could in these heels and made my way to the door. I opened the door, but was grabbed by the waist and had the door slam in my face before I could make it out. I struggled against the hold as best I could, but I didn't struggle enough because I didn't wanna hurt my baby. "You're not getting away that easily, sweet cheeks." Carlos breathed into my ear.
"I hate you. Matt will find me. He'll kill you." I yelled at him. He covered my mouth with his hand I bit him. Hard. He let go of me and I opened the door. I ran down the hallway as best I can and started to scream. "HELP! SOMEONE HELP ME! HE'S KIDNAPPED ME!" I banged on someone's door that was a few doors down from Carlos. And elderly woman opened the door. "Please help me? I know that I look like a prostitute, but I need help." I panted out. She looked down at my stomach and noticed that I was pregnant.
"Oh you poor sweet child. Come on in. I was just fixing supper." She moved aside and let me in.
"Thank you." I said and walked in.
"REBECCA! GET BACK HERE NOW!" I heard Carlos shout. Out of instinct, I ran and crouched as best I could behind the couch. I tried to quiet down my breathing. I folded my hands over my mouth and prayed to God for Carlos not to find me. "You. Woman. Did you see a pregnant woman run past here in some skimpy clothes?" I heard him ask. I peeked around the side of the couch only a little bit so that he didn't see me. He was standing there talking to the elderly woman.
"No sir. I did not. I was just coming out to find out what all the yelling was about. And if you could keep it down. I'm fixing my super and then I'm going to bed." She said nicely. I smiled a little bit. She had a southern accent, graying hair, she was dressed in her Sunday clothes, she was wearing glasses and her skin was a chocolate colored brown. It reminded me of Brian's eyes and thinking of Brian reminded me of Matt. She also reminded me of Madea. I felt tears prick my eyes and I tried my hardest not to cry.
"Sorry to have disturbed you Miss. Enjoy your meal." He said and with that, he left. The woman closed the door and locked it up. She walked over to where I was hiding and extended a hand to me.
"You can come child. He's gone." She said. I grabbed her hand and she helped me up. I rubbed my stomach as the baby started to kick and tried my hardest not to cry out in pain. "Follow me and I'll find you some clothes to wear." I followed her down the little corridor and into a small room. She went into her closet and pulled out a purple dress that came down to the floor with some purple sandals. She placed them on the bed and walked over to a dresser that was on the far corner of the room. She opened the top drawer and pulled out a beige bra and some black underpanties. She placed them on the bed as well and turned to look at me. "These are my daughter's clothes. I don't know if they'll fit you the best, but they're something to get you out of those clothes. I may not agree with the types of clothes that my daughter chooses to wear now, but I stand by her. These have never been worn, so you don't have to worry about them being stretched or anything. My daughter bought them and then just left them here." I smiled and nodded.
"Thank you." I said.
"You're welcome. Now when you are done changing, you come down to the kitchen and we'll have supper." She walked over to the door and closed it behind her. I smiled and walked over to the bed. It was difficult to get out of the shoes and clothes because of how big my stomach was, but I did it. I pulled on the underpanties and then put on the bra. I pulled the dress on over my head and then dropped the sandals down on the ground. I slipped them on, walked over to the door and left the room. I walked down the little corridor to the kitchen and saw the woman pulling out some stuffing from the oven.
"It smells very good." I said hesitantly.
“Thank you. My momma taught me how to make so good home-made stuffing.” She answered.
“Do you need any help?” I asked.
“No thank you. Why don’t you just take a seat right there.” She turned around and pointed to the chair in the corner of the kitchen.
“Okay. Thank you.” I walked over to the chair and sat down. I didn't know what to do so I straightened the skirt of my dress. Just then, the front door burst open. I jumped out of my seat and gripped the chair. Carlos came in through the kitchen doorway. He looked over at me and scowled.
"You lied! You said that she wasn't here!" He said to the woman, venom dripping on every word.
"She didn't want you to find her. I was not going to make her go back to you if doesn't want to. Now you get out of my house. I did not invite you in." She grabbed a wooden spoon and started hitting him with it. He grabbed the spoon and growled at her.
"Give her to me." He snarled.
"No. Now you better get out of my house right now before I go all whoop ass out on you, young man." She said.
"Rebecca, come with me and I will let you talk to Matt any time you want too." He said, looking in my direction. My heart jumped at the thought of talking to Matt whenever I wanted. I thought about it for a minute and just when I was about to answer, I got this massive pain in my stomach. It felt like someone was ripping a knife through my gut. I screamed out in pain and grabbed my stomach. I fell to the floor and started crying. "Rebecca?" Carlos came rushing over to me and held me in his arms.
"Is she alright?" The woman asked.
"I don't know."
"I need Matt." Carlos hesitated. I grabbed him by his neck and spat at him. "I need Matt." He nodded and got out his phone. I wonder how he knew Matt's number, but another pain went through me.
"Matt. It's Carlos. Don't curse me out. No. Rebecca is in a lot of pain. Hello? Matt? I don't know what kind of pain. She-"
"MATTHEW!" I screamed. Carlos listened and then gave the address. After that, he hung up.
"He's on his way."
Notes
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