The Oddities of Grand Marquis - Book 3: Elegant Armageddon 🪼✔️

Seventeeth

"Would you like for me to convince you?"

"Sure, sure, whatever makes you sleep at night."

Dr. Bluewater nodded and motioned for me to follow him out the door.

Penelope was out there and she turned when the door opened.

"We're going to take a sonogram of your son's stomach. Would you like to come?"

"I'd like to have a definitive answer." she said.

I made a face at her. "What do you mean?"

No one answered me as we walked down the hallway to another room. There was equipment set up and a bed there. Dr. Bluewater told me to go ahead and get on the bed. I obliged to his silly request and laid down on it. He pulled up my shirt and squirted some gel onto it, turning on the machine. He then put the wand thing to my stomach and started moving it around when this faint thud came from the inside of my stomach. I watched Dr. Bluewater as he moved the wand a little more and then it was clear as day. A thumping noise...

"There it is." he said.

I stared at the screen in complete shock. I couldn't deny it... It wasn't developed enough to look human but it was clear that it wasn't a tumor or anything because it was moving a little.

"Oh my god..."

"I knew it." Penelope said, standing up and pacing. "I fucking knew it..."

"I... I didn't..." I started.

"Ms. Sprint, this is really not the time to be like this."

"Time to be like what? Ashamed? Humiliated? Disgusted?"

With ever word, I winced, feeling like I was being cut open from the inside. I turned to Dr. Bluewater.

"Can you get it out of me?"

Penelope looked back and then looked at the doctor as well.

"Can you?" she asked, a hopeful look in her eyes.

Dr. Bluewater made a face and stood up, adjusting his glasses.

"I could, but I'm not going to."

"What do you mean?" Penelope asked.

"You see, Ms. Sprint, your son was there when Max Taylor was beaten within an inch of his life and then died by those injuries. He was an accomplice to the crime. Dawaen Cyrio may have beaten him up and killed him, but your son led Max straight to him, coaxed him and befriended him to gain his trust. The aliens came back to get your son and Dawaen because they were mad. You caused the death of their specimen... as punishment and a further way of researching, they decided to kidnap the ones who did it and experiment on them.

"So, no, I'm not going to do anything about this because your son deserves to be in this situation. He may not remember what he did, but everyone else does and if not for his involvement of the murder of Max Taylor, he wouldn't have had this happen to him."

Penelope snarled and grabbed my arm. "Then we will get it done some other way. We don't need you to get the job done. Come on, Kole."

She snatched me away from the bed and practically hauled me out of the clinic.

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We went to at least seven different doctors that day and when Penelope mentioned my condition, no one would even let us stay in the building. We were kicked out and yelled at for most of the day. Even when we went to go get something to eat, we were shunned and scorned as if I was someone with the plague. What is with this town? Why do we even live here?

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"I'm sick of this." Penelope said as we turned into our driveway. "We can't do anything because of *you."

"I'm not exactly thrilled about it either, lady..."

I felt a sting and realized that she had reached over and slapped me.

"Everything was going well until you came back. Not only did you come back, but you're pulling this amnesia bullshit that I know isn't real. You can stop the act. Now, I've got to deal with that disgusting issue growing inside of you, being shunned and pushed aside like the Taylors were when their son came back looking like you. You're a disgrace to men the world around."

"I didn't ask for this! I didn't ask to forget everything and I definitely didn't ask to be pregnant! I mean, jeez..." She smacked me *again and I gave her a dirty look as I tried to keep the sting from my cheek. "What the hell is wrong with you?!"

"You make me sick. When we go into the house, you will keep yourself away from me as much as possible. I don't want you to talk to me unless absolutely necessary. When I make dinner, you will not address me. If I get take out, I will text you. You won't leave this house for anything, do you understand?"

"So you're going to keep me a prisoner?"

"I'm going to keep you away from the outside world. Maybe if nobody sees you, they will forget you exist."

"How can you be my mother when it's clear that you hate me?"

"Sometimes you end up with baggage you never really wanted and have to live with it for the rest of your life."

She left the car and I felt like crying. Why would she do this to me? Was I really that bad of a person?

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yes, kole, you kind of were. if you ever remember your life before, you will see...