So, today I wanted to tell you guys a little story. I don’t plan on adding to it right now but that may change later. Like the post if you like the story. Keep in mind that it’s a rough draft. So, the grammar and spelling may not be at the best. I just wanted to share this with all of you guys.
By: Jackie Willauer
“Please, Grand Master, I’ll try harder, I promise,” I say getting down on my knees. I am only saying this so I don’t end up on the street again. I’ve been living here for the last two year, and I know if he doesn’t like someone he will find anything to kick them out. I stare at him with pleading eyes.
“Here at Hanged Manner, you do something wrong two times you are thrown out.” He says looking up from his papers. “What, you’ve been here two or three years now?”
“Two, sir.” I say lowering my head.
“What makes you different from the rules?” he stands.
“I’m pregnant.” I say weakly
“You’re what?” he asks narrowing his eyes.
“I’m pregnant.” I say a little louder. This is the first time I seen the old man’s ice blue eyes soften.
“Who is the father?” he asks after a few minutes.
“Do I need to tell you sir?” I ask, He is going to kick me out. This isn’t something that he takes lightly.
“Yes. Now tell me.” He says sternly.
“You’re grandson.” I say looking at the ground. I hear him grab the phone on his desk. He dials a number.
“Justin,” he says making my head snap up in fear.
“I’ll just leave no need to get him.” I whimper.
“Get your ass down here. You, young lady sit, your butt on the couch.” I nod as he slams the phone down. Within four minutes Justin was in the office, breathing heavy like he had ran all the way down here. He looks over at me, his eyes widen and then narrow at me. I scoot over trying to get away from him. “Tell me when this happened.” The Grand Master snaps at Justin.
“When what happened?” Says Justin.
“When did you think having sex with someone staying here was a good idea?” he yells
“So, she told.” Is all Justin had to say.
“Well, she’s pregnant. So yeah, she told. It’s not like she had a choice in the matter.” I did have a choice, I didn’t have to tell him, I could have said nothing and packed my stuff and left. Not like Justin would have noticed.
“She’s what?” Justin says looking at me.
“I’m just going to pack my bag.” I get up and head towards the door. Justin grabs my arm.
“When were you going to tell me? Huh?” he slaps me.
“Justin let her go. Rose, sit your butt back down.” He says. I groan. “When were you going to tell him?”
“I was going to tell him when he started treating me with some respect. We have been having sex for six months now and all I am to him is a sex toy. So, telling him didn’t even cross my mind.” I say truthfully.
“So, what I didn’t need to know that I am going to be a father?” he asks with his eyes filled with hate.
“You do need to know but I wanted some respect from you first. You were drunk the first night we had sex and since then we have had sex every night. You had gotten drunk about six weeks ago and I did to. I guess we had sex more than once that night because that’s the only night I don’t remember” I say getting wet just thinking about the past six months. Justin looks at me,
“You remember every time but one?” he asks looking shocked. I nod.
“It felt so good to the point I never wanted it to end.” Justin walks over to me and kisses me hard. Making me become wetter.
“You two are getting married.” Grand Master says making us pull apart. I nod. Justin shakes his head.
“I’m not ready to be married yet.” He says backing away from me.
“I’m don’t care. You had sex and now she is pregnant. So, you need to step up.” He walks to the door. “Also, if you want your trust found then you are going to marry her.” Then he leaves,
“Rose?” he steps closer as I stand up.
“What? I need to get some-” he kiss me hard. I start kissing him back as he picks me up. Without breaking the kiss, he lays me down on the couch. I pull back. “I need some space. You need to think about what the hell you want,”
“I know what I want.” He says leaning in to kiss me again.
“No, you don’t. One minute you want me and the next you are treating me like shit. So, no you don’t.” I push him. He slowly gets up. I get off the couch. “Please come and find me when you know what you want.” I walk out the door.
“You’re not cutting me out of this. It’s My child too.”
“I’m the one carrying it. So, I can leave without you stopping me.” I say weakly. I need to do this I need to get a clear mind. I can’t keep doing this. I make it up to my room to find the grandmaster sitting on my bed. “I need to leave.” I say.
“Is it that bad between you two?” He asks not looking at me. He has a picture frame. He finally looks up, the tears falling from his face. “I took him in because his mother and father died on a boating trip. I knew he would bring trouble with him, but I didn’t know that he would do this. I’m sorry, for what he has done.” I sit next to him.