Page 95 of Oblivion
We said our goodbyes quickly and dropped the phone, leaving me alone with Atlas once again who looked at me expectantly.
“He’s going to be here in about an hour,” I said and stood up, walking toward the door.
“Where are you going?” Atlas asked, following me into the hallway.
“I might not be able to see her, and I know she hates me right now, but I want to be close to her at least if nothing else. I’m not going to disturb you, but she needs me even if she doesn’t want to admit that.”
The huff coming from Atlas almost made me stop, but I understood this protective bullshit he was spewing.
They were protecting her from me and my viciousness, and I couldn’t blame them for that. But they wouldn’t be able to stand between us for much longer. It’s been too long since I last saw her, since I spoke with her, and all those little glances I’d managed to steal whenever she would come down to eat were not enough to satisfy the angry beast living inside my chest, that wanted to tear me apart for the mess I made.
“Fine, Storm. But she cannot see you. Promise me she won’t see you.”
“I promise.”
But we both knew I was going to break that promise.
* * *
Ophelia
I wasthe worst patient ever.
Cranky.
Annoyed.
Tired.
And I just wanted it to stop.
I had no idea if this was just a bug going around, a flu, or if I ate something bad, but whatever it was had to fucking stop. My legs were plastered against the cold tiles in the bathroom, while Zozo kept checking my forehead for fever.
“I don’t have a fever,” I mumbled, pulling myself up. “I probably ate something.”
“For five days, Ophelia?” She asked, arching her perfect eyebrow at me. “Yeah, I’m not buying it. You barely ate anything, living off crackers these last couple of days and water. Dude, you can’t even smell bacon without running toward the bathroom to…” She trailed off, her eyes widening. “Oh, shit.”
Frowning, I leaned against the wall looking at her. “What is that face for?”
“When was your last period?” She asked, coming closer to me. “Think, Ophelia. When did it happen last?”
“Ah, it was just recently,” I answered, breaking my head to remember. “It was—”
“It never came,” she stated, her hands on my shoulders.
“No, no,” I shook my head. “It did. It was July. I’m sure it was July. Sometimes it’s late, you know. The dates were always irregular for me.”
“Phee,” Zoe smiled, holding me tight. “You never got it, because that packet of tampons I bought for you back in July is still standing on the sink, unopened.”
“Fuck,” I exhaled and stumbled through the door to the bedroom, immediately falling down on the bed. “It can’t be.”
“Do you think you’re maybe—”
“No!” I exclaimed, pulling myself up. “I can’t be. It’s just… It’s impossible. I have an implant, and Storm and I… We were together only once.”
“Phee.” She approached me slowly, almost carefully.
“No, Zoe.” I shook my head. “It’s impossible. I can’t be a mother,” I trembled at the mere thought. “I am not capable of being a mother. My own mom had no idea how to be a mother and look how I turned up. No, this has to be some virus or something.”
