Pregnant?

MIRIAM COLE

Argh! I almost forgot how boring it is to be home! I almost forgot about the soulless palm trees lining the side of the road, the boring gray weather, the annoyingly bland people, the unexciting café and restaurants. I somehow forgot how unexciting it could be to be back home in our estate where everybody mostly ignores each other.

Only opportunists from out of town try to talk to people, you can usually tell from their overly bubbly personality that they have not yet been infected with the  melancholic, mostly fake energy that is akin to LA natives.

Argh! I only left the airport about a few minutes ago and I already miss Paris!

It was so much fun! I definitely wish that I could go back.

I wish I could rewind time back to the time I was packing my suitcase up from Nathan's Santa Monica mansion. I wish I could go back to the time before I left for Paris, just so I can relive the experience all over again.

I was there for just one month and that one month is easily one of the best time of my life, well maybe not really the people because they can be a little too saucy, it's more the vibe and the party but I'm also happy to be home ‘cos of Nathan and how much I miss him.

Honey, I'm home!" I announced loudly as I walked into the house, wheeling my traveling bag in. I was certain that Jonathan was around since his car was parked outside.

I'd intentionally refused to tell him I'd be coming home.

Surprise, wasn't it?

I fell heavily on the couch, letting out a deep breath tiredly and wondering why no one was walking around or answering my call.

I left for the stairs after sitting for a short while, ascending it tiredly. It wasn't easy waiting for an empty taxi to board from the airport.

“You can't tell me to forget that night Nathan” I heard Kayla say in a cracked voice as I got closer to the second floor.

My walking pace slowed down on its own and my brows slowly raised. I remained  on the same spot, intending to hear more of the dialogue.

“Don't you care about my own feelings too? Huh? No, you don't! Since then you've not been sleeping at home, you don't talk to me, you hit me, you insult me, you make me feel so terrible like I was the one who initiated the act. You defiled me Jonathan and there's no way I'll forget about it!” her cracked voice came again and I froze in awe.

Defiled?

“You slept with me Nathan as you should because I am your wife!" She raised her voice again.

Those statements made me grip on the stair rails, my head was spinning like a carousel, the staircase rail was the only thing that was keeping me from falling. My mind ran a marathon in thoughts, this cannot happen! How did this happen?! My place in this house, my place in Nathan's heart is not even secure yet because of his dumb wife! I cannot let her get the upper hand. He slept with her?! Is he falling in love with her? Is that what it is?

My rage increased! How dare she?! She probably seduced him or something! She probably saw me being out of town as an opportunity to hit on him! To make him hers! Ugh that bitch!

“First and foremost Kay, I would remind you if you lost your senses already that I was drunk that day and all I did was relieve myself!”. Jonathan hadn't stopped being cold to her. It's obvious he still hates her, I smiled to myself but then the worry returned, what if he somehow falls in love with her? No, I'm not going to let that happen.

“You are nothing but thrash to me Kayla. You are so pathetic! Even your own father sold you to me to secure a contract. You are someone…no not even someone, that's too generous, you are something to be used. That was what yesterday was me using you!” Nathan yelled. I smiled to myself, of course he would never replace me with her. She is thrash, he even said it himself, I will have to see to it that she understands her place. I have to remind her that she's nothing but a contract stand-in, an object her father had pawned for something else he valued more than her.

I will make her regret ever making a move on my man, she would regret everything. I will put her through hell for seducing my Nathan to the point where he felt so much pity for her that he had to sleep with her.

Kayla had tears in her eyes, she was whimpering, crying profusely like a pathetic little girl as she ran past me down the stairs. I'll deal with her soon, for now I just have to enjoy being with Nathan again.

**

“Did you enjoy it?” I stood by the door of the guest bathroom. Kayla is in there, she ran in, with her eyes all reddish and puffy. She had attempted to slam the door short, to probably grief her short lived romance with Nathan alone but I held the door open. She doesn't…she doesn't deserve to grief privately. She's a bitch she only deserves pain and suffering and public embarrassment.

Kayla ignored my question but if there's something about me it's that I don't give up.

“Pathetic isn't it?” I laughed.

“You are all used up and discarded, just like trash.” She threw the kleenex down into the sink. She turned to me with her mascara running down her face the way it was, she looked like a corpse bride. Nathan would never leave me for this. I rolled my eyes.

“What the hell do you want, Miriam?” She asked, her voice was all croaky and mousy from crying. I almost felt bad for her…almost.

“If I catch you anywhere near my Nathan again…you'll be sorry!” I yelled. She was about to say something back, maybe a rebuttal or something to defend herself but then she let out this gut wrenching sound and puked.

Wait, is this bitch pregnant?!