Jailbird

~Part 2: Chapter 8~

It had been a few days after I sent my letter and I would randomly start to hyperventilate at the thought that Zedlin received it and hadn't reacted.

I was driving myself insane, but I didn't know what else to do to calm my nerves.

Finally coming clean to Zedlin seemed like such a thing in the past, but technically I had only officially hidden it from him for four months. The first three months I didn't even know about it.

"I shouldn't have sent it... he's not gonna take it well," I muttered to myself, lying in bed and rubbing my belly.

It was way past my bedtime and baby was flipping out like crazy. He or she needed to calm the fùck down, because lately my back was on fire and I was exhausted for many different reasons.

I took a few calming breaths and continued to rub my stomach in soothing circles until my baby settled down.

My eyes fluttered shut and my mouth went slack with sleep, before I heard a soft voice.

"Psst, Sienna," The sound of that particular voice made my eyes pop open and the first feeling that washed over me was fear.

My eyes connected with those crazy blues of RJ and I screamed loudly as he gave me that eerie half grin, before he plunged a knife down and savagely tore it through my swollen stomach.

"No!" I wailed loudly, struggling to sit up as I gasped from the fear clogging my throat.

My hands shook as I clutched them to my stomach, feeling it still whole and in contact with me. I darted my eyes around my lit room and found that it was only me, baby and Ziggy probably under the bed as usual.

Struggling to sit up, I finally managed and just tried to breathe. This was seriously ridiculous how traumatized I was from that experience. I was convinced that it made it worse as soon as I realized how blessed I was to have survived that while being three months pregnant.

It scared me to know that I could've lost what meant everything to me now.

And as I laid in my bed with the lights on, terrified to close my eyes -- I knew I needed to reach out and seek a therapist.

It had been a long time coming.

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~Two Weeks Later~

I couldn't take it anymore. I needed to consult the man who was closer to Zedlin than I'd probably ever be.

It was late at night on Friday and I was so happy for the weekend. Mainly because I could sleep in and rest my body. This pregnancy seemed easy in the beginning, but it was really starting to take a toll on me.

I padded downstairs barefoot, but I had on my fluffy robe which kept me warm and cozy. It was starting to get colder outside, no doubt snow was in our future very soon.

When I reached the kitchen, I saw David sitting at the table with his phone out and a bunch of bills. He clearly looked stressed, but as I walked closer I realized his phone was on speaker and he was talking to someone.

"This is absolutely ridiculous, wouldn't you agree? How can he just do me like this? I'm his mother, for crying out loud! It's just not fair!" The woman's voice on the line rang out with a lot of emotion etched into it.

I stopped by the threshold of the kitchen and listened in; watching David from a side view.

He rubbed his temples and sighed loudly, "It's not fair, but you know what you did. He doesn't push people away without reason."