Part: 11

Because I hadn’t posted in a while, I’ll make it up to you guys with a longer part. Hope you enjoy!

Shocked and unable to think of what to say, other than “Wha~What’s wrong with me?” I felt so unlike myself that all I could do was cry out my frustrations. Putting my face into my hands, I let out all of my pent up emotions. Immediately his arms wrapped around me and I plummeted into his chest. He rubbed my back gently, trying to bring me comfort.

“There is nothing wrong with you…” He cooed “We will get this situated…”

“Situated?!” I pushed away from him, understanding that he was just trying to be helpful and yet I couldn’t help but take out my anger on him. “I Don’t think I can do this!” I yelled at him as I balled my fists “It’s too much…”

He grabbed my hand “For the baby… you can.”

I opened my mouth to say something but unable to find the words, because I knew he was right. Just then the doctor walked in. “We need to draw some blood and run some tests.” She said sternly. She eyed me cautiously then looked at my husband. “We will need to take some precautions first.” Seconds later, two male nurses came in behind her. Befuddled by the scene, I glanced over at my husband, hoping for an explanation.

He squeezed my hand and lifted it up. I watched as the doctor took a step back. “Don’t worry doc.” Viaje said.

“She should be restrained, why did you…?” She trailed off.

“It’s okay doc. Promise.”

I looked at her and tried to give a reassuring smile. “I’m not sure what’s going on, but whatever it is, I’m totally back to myself.”

The doctor blinked and took a few hesitating steps towards me. She popped out her flashlight from her pocket and cautiously flashed it into my eyes. Wincing at the light, but trying my best to keep them open for her, I patiently waited for it to end. “Eyes are dilating fine.” She clicked it off and went to retrieve some tools. “I will go ahead and take some blood samples, are you going to be okay with that?” I nodded in response, allowing her to do her thing and leave.

While Viaje and I awaited for the results, we decided to watch some television to lighten the tension. Unable to focus on the tv as my mind wondered, I found myself thinking about how the doctor was acting moments ago and what exactly had happened while I was mentally checked out. Turning to Viaje, ready to ask him, when I stopped myself, something deep down within was not only curious but also afraid to know that answer. As I battled myself for who knows how long, the doctor finally came back in, with a shocked expression on her face. “Everything looks good… Her oxygen levels have returned to normal.” She scratched her head “You’re completely healthy, but we want to do at least a check up on the baby before we decide to discharge you.”

One of the nurses came in with a wheelchair and I hobbled up from off the bed and onto it with the help of my husband. We headed straight to my OB/GYN’s room. My nerves kicked in and my stomach churned, ready to relieve me of the breakfast I had from the suspense of knowing if my baby was okay. As soon as we went in, I laid across the table and lifted up my gown. She immediately rubbed my stomach with that uncomfortably cold ultrasound jelly, that I could never quite remember the name of. As she placed the tool on me to monitor my stomach, I couldn’t help but watch the nurse and study every muscle movement she made. Unfortunately the woman was a rock. Bitting my lip nervously, I looked back towards the monitor to see if I could see anything, but I drew a blank, I had no idea what it was I was looking at or where to look. When she stopped, I immediately placed my full attention onto her, hoping for a miracle. Then she smiled and I a gate of relief flooded open.

“It’s strange, but your baby has manage to grow and not only that but its heart is much stronger.” I placed my hand over my heart and let myself fall onto the table. Glancing up, the relief upon my husband’s face must have mirrored my own.

He looked down and smiled at me as he placed his hand over mines. “I told you everything is going to be fine.”

“With that being said.” My Gynecologist announced. “I will talk with your doctor and see if we can get you guys out of here.” She smiled reassuringly and I nodded happily.

When everything was said and done, they recommended that I stay, since I had a manic episode just previously and wanted to evaluate my psych. It was a lengthy process but Viaje managed to get us out of there.

Upon entering my home, I was happy to finally get back to a more normal routine. I hugged my bed and basked in the warmth of my home. Soon the days passed and I finally felt like me again but more importantly, my baby bump was becoming more and more noticeable.

As I slipped back into work and my normal life routine, it actually felt good for once… Until the end of the month hit and my mind started to haze over again. With my hazy mind, I began to see those dreadful eyes again and I also saw that odd man, who seemed to interestingly resemble my husband. “Dinner is ready.” Viaje said, shaking me from my thoughts and I happily sat down to eat. Food was grossing me out again but for some reason this meat he cooked, the same sent from the hospital, it didn’t make me feel so nauseous and it seemed to give me life again.

I eyed it curiously, it had a different taste than any meat I’ve ever tasted. “Honey…?”

“Hmm?”

“What is this?”

He looked at my plate for a second and then at his. “Its… it’s steak.”

I cocked my head to the side, something about his answer… just seemed to carry another meaning behind them. It were as if he was talking about his food instead of mine…

“Do you not like it?” He asked.

“No that’s not it… it’s just…” Just what? I thought, unable to answer my own question. “…Never mind.” I cut the meat and took a bite and just like that, my misty brain cleared.

As time went on, Viaje seemed to act strange as he spent a lot of time in the basement and what was even stranger, was that when he was done with the basement, he would lock it. Curious as to why, but a bit afraid of how he’d react if he knew how suspicious I was of whatever hobby he had picked up, since that hobby of his included blood.

Trying to find the time between work and his working hours to sneak into the basement, I had devised a plan to go home early, blaming it on my pregnancy. After arriving home from the long forty-five minute drive, I spared no time and walked straight to the drawer where I had seen him usually put the basement keys. Remembering what position they were in, I then grabbed the keys and rushed to the basement. Unlocking it I went inside. My heart thumped wildly in my chest, but I trudged on. Turning the lights on I studied the room around me, it was like a scene from a horror movie. There was a metal table, a drain, some cleaning supplies, dried blood and a few deep freezers. I furrowed my brows “How in the world did he get this down here without me noticing? Or rather when did he have time to do all of this?”

With a shaky breath I inched closer to one of the deep freezers. My hand began to shake nervously as I lifted up the deep freezer’s lid. My eyes widened in shock and I stumbled back onto my butt. The suspicion I had now coming to light. Forcing myself to get back up, I hurriedly left the basement. Locking it back, I trudged into the dining room and slammed into my husband. “Oh… y~you’re back early.”

He looked down at me, although quiet, his gaze said a thousand words. He took a step forward and I took a step back. “You’re…” I searched his haunting gaze. He grabbed my arms tightly, I wanted to move but I was frozen to my spot as my mind went blank.

Bang!

The sound of a gun going off made me jump, snapping me back to reality. I watched as his eyes momentarily widened, shocked by what had just transpired as his life flashed before his eyes. He coughed and blood splashed onto my face as his body went limp and clashed onto the floor. He clutched onto my arm but I yanked it free, looking up to see the person who had just killed him. My heart settled down and I smiled up at him in relief.