Who's my baby's DADDY?

Too much for a day

Kelsea's POV~

"You have... have a gun...?", I cried out loud in fear with my trembling voice. "Stop raising your voice at me, little sl***!", he roared, waving his gun in the air. In fear, my heart began to pound at its maximum speed. I have feared all my life from my childhood. I strived hard to overcome my fears without my parents by my side... But now... he gave me the same feeling after these many years which I never wanted to feel again in my life... FEAR... We have been together for more than 4 years now... we have spent a lot of nights 'making love', the most precious moments of my life... I have been there for him whenever he wanted support... I f***** worked my ass off to clear all this debt just because I loved this pri**!!!! But now... he is standing there ready to kill me without any second thought... He never loved me... it was my stupid self who did everything for him by trusting his manipulating dumb*** words. My eyes dropped to my tummy which reminded me to grab myself together for the life inside me. I can't think selfish now... My baby needs its father... I don't want my baby to grow without a dad...like ME... but do I really want this kind of father for my baby...?

I took a moment to really think about that. I stood there looking all confused… I couldn't differentiate reality from a dream as a part of me was still hoping this to be a f****** nightmare… A dream I want to wake up from... A dream I never wanted to be true till my last breath...

People changes... one day they care and the next day they threaten... Life changes… one day I'm happy and the next here I am going through all the worst emotions in the world all at once…. I don't know if I should be happy for me being pregnant... or I should be sad to find my boyfriend cheating on me with my ex Boss… or should I fear for the man who made me feel safe yesterday but is threatening to kill me today… How can someone's life which felt like heaven yesterday quickly swap into a hell today…? "Oh, you girls are boring". yawning at us, he just walked to the couch and threw himself on it, leaving his terrific gun on the table. "Why on earth you have a gun!?", I asked, stuttering in panic and he chuckled as if I muttered a joke. He pulled a pack of cigarettes from his jeans pocket and lit up one. And this was the first time I saw him smoke… My pathetic self was living with him for the 4 f****** years and I didn't know that he was a smoker till this second…

AUTHORS NOTE~

Please, my lovely readers. If you are a smoker I don't have the right to ask you to quit smoking. Take this as my quick advice. Please do remember not to smoke when you're around children, pregnant women, and old people. It's completely your wish to smoke a cigarette but it does affect them when they don't like the smokey air they breathe. No hate to smokers ofc. Just a little reminder from me.:-)

He slowly exhaled the smokey air and I felt my lungs burning as the harmful smoke got mixed up in the air I inhaled. "Ah, what did you ask?", he teased, lifting his eyebrows which pissed me off like hell. "You heard me", I said, completely forgetting about the gun with him. I felt confident and strong all of a sudden… He is no saint and I'm no cheater to fear him. "Haha. So you've not broken after all. I thought you would be sitting somewhere on the road and sobbing like a baby you used to be.", He said and I felt my hands clench in anger. Baby? What the f*** did he think about me, a toy he could play with ha…??? I stood there controlling myself so hard from doing something I might regret... "About the gun, all the people involved in a MAFIA background carry guns everywhere for our personal safety purposes. You know to kill people who trouble us unnecessarily", he added, mocking me playfully. Mafia? Hearing the word mafia, my heart pounded again at max and I felt paralyzed in fear. I sensed the dangerous vibe he had around him. He was a mafia gangster after all? How pathetic I was to not know about this earlier? I couldn't actually process these… It was too much for a day...

"Okay cry babies, you wanted answers right, I'll tell you everything so that you guys can rest in peace!", he mocked. I was already standing here like s**t without knowing without being able to process this Mafia and gun stuff about him… and he was already ready to break me even more. "Yes, I did cheat on you with my real girlfriend. So what now, you're gonna take revenge?", he cracked up laughing as tears of my pain fell from my eyes. Real girlfriend? If that sl** was his real girlfriend, then what was I, a f****** toy? "Then what is Kelsea for you????", Skyla roared back at this as****** who had no heart in him... "Hahaha!", Tristan's loud evil laugh filled the air around us and the dangerous aura he emitted startled me… "Kelsea was just my debt payer", his words felt like piercing my heart with a knife. Just a debt payer? This was the end of my patience... this was really it...

After this long session of uncovering the truth about Tristan… I know now it's my time to return it. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath as I gathered my courage to tell him... "I'm pregnant!", I said and he stared at me with his enlarged eyes… "WHAT!?...", he barked in shock. All his playful smirk and other kidding expressions disappeared. His eyes sharpened as he glanced at me or to be precise he was analyzing me from head to toe. "You are kidding, right?", he asked, hoping for a 'yes' answer. My silence answered him and he went back to his mute mode probably thinking on what to say to trick me next. Seconds passed and each second felt like hell. I was internally hoping that this monster would at least care about our little one but I can't be so sure after seeing this vicious version of him. My mind was already ready to survive independently without anyone's support because this isn't my first time... His eyes honed for me and then he did the least expected thing. "Hahaha!" He laughed… and laughed. And at this moment, I didn't feel mad at him. I just feared his laugh… Why am I getting this strange feeling that something horrible is about to happen…

"YOU'RE LAUGHING??", I asked, fixing my rage-filled eyes on him. Without minding me, he continuously laughed at me like a f****** psycho. I'm hurt as hell here and this bas**** is laughing at me and our baby…

After his long laughing session he tossed himself on the sofa again. "What do you think? I'll accept this baby? Not even its mother has any importance in my life!", He said and his words crushed my hopes and dreams all at once. "This baby? It's our baby, how can you be this heartless…", without any control over me, I asked as my eyes welled up with painful tears again. "Our baby? Are you joking?", he asked. "WHAT DID YOU EXPECT, I WOULD GENEROUSLY ACCEPT ANOTHER MAN'S BABY AS MINE?", he said and instantly my mind went blank. Another man's baby? His words hurt as f***. This disgusting sh** is accusing me of getting pregnant with another man's child… This moth******* is heartless… and here I hoped my baby would get a father… I was wrong. I was wrong all over again. What the actual f*** does he mean another man's baby???? He doesn't feel ashamed, goddamit… "YOU ASS*****! HOW CAN YOU BLAME THE BABY TO BE SOMEONE ELSE'S???", I erupted without minding the danger I might face. I snarled at him even when I couldn't come out of the shock his words induced. This is the worst thing that could ever happen... He could've just rejected both of us and I would've survived it no matter what. But his words broke me into indefinite pieces… "Look, I have better jobs. I'm not a saint who can happily accept another man's baby as mine. Is that clear? Now get the f*** out of my house. Both of you!!!", He said, flapping at both of us. Ha? Get out ha…

"Who the fu** are you to say that? This is Kelsea's house and you should be the one rotting in the streets. Now get out of our sight, moth*******!", Skyla poured all her fury on him but he didn't seem to mind it. He was laughing like a fuc**** maniac, again. Even after all of this, how the hell is he even laughing? I stared at him with my puffy swollen eyes filled with tears, feeling disgusted. "Oh please, bi***! This is new for your pathetic asses but I won't hesitate to kill you right here if you won't shut that shi*** mouth of yours.", He warned us with his evil voice. "About me getting out, why should the owner of this house rot in the streets?", teasing playfully, he asked with his eyebrows raised. Owner? This time… I was the one who asked him, "Wha...what do you mean by the… owner of this house?", Words came out of my mouth after a serious struggle… "Hahaha!! Remember signing those papers a week back, sweetheart? I own this place, now! Just get your asses out of MY apartment", he said and the 0.00001% of my hope to survive melted up as I stood there frozen like a dam* statue…