Frost clears his throat, but I don't lookup. Annika, however, looks to the screen. He must have called her over because she leaves my side.
"What's your name sweetie," "Annika," she says. Stranger danger, baby mommy talked about this!
He says her name as if tasting it on his tongue. "Do you think you can untie your mom?" Soon Annika came to my side. "I'm gonna untie you, mommy," I smiled at her. "Okay, baby," I watch her tiny hands fight to untie one of my hands. Once she finally got it a little loose, I did the rest by myself, freeing myself from my binds. I grab her, bringing her into a bone-crushing hug.
I wench and hissed in pain. My ribs and stomach hurt from where he kicked me. He clears his throat again. I slowly look up to meet hazel eyes piercing into the deepest of my soul. He was going to say something when his door opened, and four men walked up next to him.
Let's just say I am in the process of writing the president a mental message about suing guys for being this damn good looking. They all screamed, troubled.
"The f**k," a bold head version of Frost. He looks at Annika and then at Frost, and he covers his mouth with his hand that held silver rings. "Is that your f*****g kid?" The other three men did the same until Frost pushed their heads out of the way.
I look down at Annika when she taps my hand. "Yes, baby?" I asked her. Turning her to face me. "I'm cold and hungry," She holds her stomach, and I grip my hair, trying to think of something. "Okay," Then I remembered I'm still producing breast milk; sometimes I'm dry other times I'm a cow.
"Okay. Remember how I told you you are too big to drink breast milk?" She nods her head. "Okay, well, that's all mommy has to give you right now, okay?" she nods her head again. I turn my back to the TV and remove my sweater. Before I got kidnapped, I planned to sleep in sexy underwear because I felt sexy today. Hence me turning around.
I sure picked the wrong day to wear lingerie.
I take off my sweater, putting it on her. I squeeze my breast praying that I have milk, and I cried in relief that I am a cow today. Lately, I've been lactating more than usual. Guess I'm a cow forever. I cradle her to my chest, and she latches on. I rock back and forth, tears escaping my eyes. My face, arms, stomach, and ribs are hurting. My head is starting to spin.
"Is she my kid?" I look back at hazel eyes. I mean, Frost. "I don't know, maybe," I say, looking at Annika, who is still drinking.
"What do you mean you don't know? How many men did you f**k in one night?" I heard my neck crack as I whipped my head back, trying to be an owl. "What did you just say!?" I shouted, making Annika jump. I quickly apologize, putting her to drink from my other breast.
"You heard me," he said calmly. "I'm not a w***e. I had one one-night stand, and she was the result. A result I'm grateful for," I tell him.
"Not the first time I heard that," Frost said, and I had enough. I scoop Annika in my hand, making sure she is still latched onto my breast.
"Listen here, you asshole. I am not a w***e. Yes, I should have kept my legs shut because I wouldn't be here in this mess. I wouldn't have to watch some perverted demon cup my daughter's private part. I wouldn't be beaten in front of my daughter. You were the only person I had a one-night stand with, and boom, Annika was born. f*****g asshole," time I was done, I was breathing hard. I walked back to the wall turning away from him again. Your breast was out. He probably didn't even hear you. I put Annika down, asking if it was enough, and she shook her head no. Feeling like a failure, I cried a sob and rubbed her tummy. I fix my breast back in the bra (not that it's covering anything) and place her between my legs to give her some type of comfort.
Annika moves away from me and over to the screen. "You're a meany," Her tiny voice tells him as he stares at her.
Hey guys! How am I doing so far? I know the chapters are short, also trying a new thing there. Call it experimenting as I go along.
Anywhoo! Happy Readings, my beautiful people.xoxo