Revenge Of His Abandoned Mate With Sextuplets

Chapter 4

The tears are blurring my vision, and I hate that I can’t help it. My life has been shattered in a blink of an eye.

I have nowhere to go, and I have nothing with me. Charlie left with the bank card we had. We used a joint account and had only one card because we had to cut down on expenses since we were striving to live peacefully on our own without depending on our families.

Charlie doesn’t have a family; he is an orphan and the only child of his dead parents. I promised to give him the family he never had; we promised to be each other's family and love each other dearly. But I don’t believe Charlie will ever do this to me; it feels like a nightmare—a nightmare that I'm screaming and struggling to come out of. It feels like a nightmare that my breath is being snatched away.

I can’t help it; I can’t stop thinking and reminiscing on every word that came from Charlie. The more I think about it, the more it feels like my head wants to roll off my neck. The more I feel like I'm suffocating, the more I feel like my life is slipping away from my hands.

I hear the horns of the car from behind as I walk along the road barefoot, looking miserable. I can barely recognize myself. I can barely recognize myself as the only princess of the Yonger Island Kingdom.

"Do you want to f*****g die? Get out of the way!” An English driver yells out to me; his accent typically proves he is a citizen of this city. I'm not; I'm from a kingdom, not just a city like this one.

I don’t believe in my drunken state. I had walked all the way from the city to Yonger Island; I can’t recall how many hours it took me to get there, as I wasn’t in my right state of mind. I was drunk.

I don’t even know why I'm barefoot now that the alcohol is wearing off my eyes. "I think you don’t f*****g value your life!” He horns louder again, and from his voice, I can feel his patience running thin.

I can’t seem to move a muscle away from the road. It’s as if my whole world has already ended, but what bad will it be if he hits me now? It’s all f*****g the same!

Apparently his patience has been exhausted; he is driving so close to me that he is about to hit me with his car when I suddenly lose the balance of my body. I feel my whole body spinning, but I don’t get it; it’s my eyes; I feel dizzy; and I feel my body falling to the ground.

I feel my body crash to the ground within seconds, then I hear screams.

"Help her!”

"Did he hit her with his car?!”

"No, I didn't; she just fell on her own!"

"Get away from her!” I hear a fierce voice that sounds so much like Troy’s voice.

Then I feel someone lifting me up from the floor; my body is stiff; I can’t help myself; I don’t know what suddenly went wrong with me.

"Lily, Lily, I'm here. Please stay with me.” I hear Troy begging for me not to give up already. He slaps my cheek softly, but I can’t seem to regain my whole consciousness. I can only hear voices; I don’t know what else is going on around me.

He throws me into his arms, running, and I don’t know where until I hear the creaking sound of the door of his car flare open. He puts me in the back seat of his car and runs to start up the engine from the driver seat.

After some minutes, the car stops, and I hear his screams. His voice is so deep and loud that it can scare people away. “ Doctor!”

"Where are the doctors here? My sister is dying!” He shouts with pain in his voice, and I can feel it so strongly. I can feel that he misses me so much that he can’t help it.

I still don’t know what is happening, but I feel him letting go of me as if he is transferring me to someone else or something.

"Leave her to us; we will take care of her.” I hear a female speak softly, and I can feel Troy panting hard; he is restless.

"Take care of her, please," he says, and then I feel my body moving away, as if I'm in bed.

As soon as the bed stops moving, I feel someone injecting me with something. I let out a scream, but I hear her voice: "Relax; it won’t hurt you; it will only give you strength," she whispers.

Then again, I feel another needle piercing into my skin. I scream. She says she is taking a blood sample, and I don’t know what she means; I've never been to a hospital before.

"What is her name?” I hear another nurse asking Troy, obviously.

"Lily Archie," he grumbles, using my father’s name instead of Charlie's.

"Thank you; we need you to stay outside now; we need to run a test on her.” The second nurse asks Troy to leave the room. I can’t see him yet; I only hear his voice and all the voices in this room.

Then I feel a touch on my arm seconds later. "Relax, Lily; I will be back in a few seconds with your test result.” The nurse says I don’t react because I can do nothing but hear voices.

I feel my pulse rising as I try to stay calm. I can also feel the tears still flooding my eyes; they're not able to stop anytime soon, and I can’t control them.

A few minutes later, I hear her voice again; she is back.

"Nurse, can I come in now?” Troy asks, I think he is at the door side, and he wants to come in.

"Sure, you can; the test is out; apparently nothing is wrong with her; she is just pregnant," the nurse replies.

“ Pregnant?” Troy asks again, in confusion.

"Yes, she is ten weeks pregnant and she will regain her whole consciousness in no time.” She says and touches my arms as though she is trying to check for my pulse.

"By the way, congratulations! She is pregnant with sextuplets; that’s really a lot; it’s the first time we are having such a pregnancy report in this hospital.”

" Sextuplets? That's too much." Troy exclaims. I drag in a tight breath when I hear her mention sextuplets.

"I have to go now; she will be fine," he tells Troy, and I hear her steps as she approaches the door.

Troy comes to sit on the bed because I can feel his body close to me as it warms me up. I grab hold of his finger as I feel my body come alive until I can finally open my eyes again. There's a drip passing through my vein; she said it will give me strength, and I can tell that I'm coming back alive.

"You are pregnant, Lily.” He cups my face as he stares at me with worried eyes.

"For the bastard...” I grit my teeth, as I complete his sentence.

"Sextuplets for the man who has abandoned you.” He says it with pain in his tone, as if he is the one that is being abandoned, as if he is the one that is carrying the children of a man who is not worthy of breathing this air.