Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Addicted to You ❯ Chapter Eight ( Chapter 8 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: destiny dreamer 
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai / Romance / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 10.12.2010 | Pages: 3 | Words: 4.4K | Visits: 208 | Status: Completed
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai / Romance / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 10.12.2010 | Pages: 3 | Words: 4.4K | Visits: 208 | Status: Completed
Peyton moved her hands down his chest and to his pants. Breaking the kiss, she moved her lips over his jaw and down his neck as her hands undid his belt and then his pants. He lifted his hips, nipping and biting her flesh as he let her shift his clothes off of him. She moved his pants down slightly then pulled his cock out and stroking it.
He took a breath as she stroked it. "Yes...."
Her lips pressed to his neck as she stood up and took her panties off. She moved back on him and stroked him faster. He closed his eyes, his breath picking up as he began to stiffen in her capable hands. Soon he was rigid and precum began to drizzle down his shaft. She glanced at the door for only a second, hoping no one would come in. Moving up a bit, she pressed his tip to her opening and slowly moved down. Her head tossed back and she moaned while moving her arms around his neck.
He hissed as she slid down onto him. "Not...too far. You'll get hurt," he whispered into her neck with a moan.
"Right..." she said with a nod. Hugging him to her, she started rocking on him, pushing him in and out.
His hands went to her hips, his teeth biting into her neck to keep himself from moaning as she rocked on him. Ever so slowly he began to pump upward into her, letting his cock fill her more and more as she crashed down. She panted over him, moaning and holding him tightly as she came down on him over and over.
He grinned as he held her hips. "Get off for a second," he panted.
She froze. Slowly she moved off him and stood before him. He moved some more things off of his desk and guided her upper torso onto it, laying her down so that she could stick her ass up in the air for him. Peyton looked back at him and moved her legs apart. He leaned over her, his cock slipping back into her hole. With his pants at his ankles and his jacket and tie laying on her back as he leaned forward, he began to pump into her hard, his desk shaking as he moved in her. Peyton grabbed the desk and cried out over and over. She tossed her head back and arched into his cock. As she arched back, he groaned, her lips taking all of his cock in as he shoved forward and pushed deep inside her. She cried out in pain but that was quickly gone when her walls tightened and she came. It wasn't a second later before his warm cum mixed with hers as he hugged her body close, a content sigh escaping his lips. Peyton rested against the desk, panting and trying to catch her breath.
"I think, I'm going to take an extended lunch...."
She turned to him with a smile. "Does this mean you won't sleep with anyone else?"
"As long as you don't deny me I am yours and only yours."
Her lips pressed to his. It was two hours later when she was finally dressing and leaving. Fixing her dress and pulling her hair back she grabbed the basket.
He wrapped his arm around her, slipping his hand up her dress, he slipped it into her panties and pushed something into her lips. "Leave that in there till I come home," he whispered.
She shifted. "But...I'll...cum..."
"Maybe. Maybe not. If so, good. If not, even better," he grinned as he held up the remote. "With the right teasing I'll just keep you on edge till I get there."
She paled. "Can...can you wait until I'm home at least?"
"Nope." He turned the vibrator on high and opened the door for her.
"Eli!"
"I'll see you at home dear," he grinned patting her ass. As he did that, something pressed past her panties and slid in her other hole, vibrating fast and deep. "Love you sweet heart!"
"Oh God!"
He smirked. Music to his ears.
It took Peyton an hour to get home. Dinner was hell. She had to stop multiple times to take a breath or shift. Finally dinner was on the table and she was in lingerie, legs shaking and her juices running down her legs. As he drove, he turned the vibrators off and on, toying with them maliciously. He left them on full force as he pulled into his parking spot and took his dear sweet time unlocking the door and walking in. "Oh loving wife! I'm home!" She was on her knees, hands between her legs while panting. He walked over to her and grinned. He unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out, letting it brush her cheek. "Enjoying yourself you naughty girl."
She grabbed his cock and squeezed while glaring at him. He hissed and whimpered. "Too tight!"
"I know!"
"You can let go now!"
"Turn them off!"
"Have you cum yet?"
"N-no..."
He nodded and turned the vibrators off. Reaching down, she pulled them out of her then let go of his cock. He let out a sigh of relief as she released his cock. "Now, how about some pre-dinner sex?"
She stood and jumped in his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist while pressing her lips to his. He grinned into her kiss. Wrapping his lips around hers, sucking her tongue into his mouth while he carried her up to their bedroom. Her hands moved over his clothes, pulling them off and throwing them on the floor, making a trail to the bedroom. By the time they were to the bed, he was naked and she was soaking wet. He didn't have to wait for foreplay. She was ready for him already. He took his hardened cock and easily slid it all the way into her quivering walls. She moaned and hugged him tightly. His pace was hungry, fueling off her own desire and her need to be filled after a long day of torture. He would have to do this more often.
"Faster..." He looked shocked, but he was pleased nonetheless. His pace quickened as he thrust into her, panting above her bouncing chest. "Yes!" she cried out.
His lips crashed down onto hers hungrily, his tongue slipping past her lips while his hand slid down to tease her clit. Pumping harder and faster, his entire bed shook with their cries. Peyton came multiple times. He grinned against her, her juices flooding out of her and soaking his thighs and the bed. Finally with a deep breath he came, filling her with a sigh of contentment while pressing against her sweaty body.
She relaxed against the bed and closed her eyes. "I'm hungry..."
"Me too...but I'm too tried to get out of bed."
She pulled from him and slowly moved out of the bed. "I'll bring it up..."
His grin widened as he watched her naked body disappear so casually and without care. She was almost perfect now. Moments later, she came up with a tray full of food and sat back on the bed. He reached around her and grabbed some of the meat, not even bother with a knife and fork as he chewed on it. "Delicious."
"So barbaric," she said while rolling her eyes. She moved near him and started eating.
"So? It still tastes good. Don't knock it until you've tried it." Ignoring him, she cut up the meat and ate it with a fork. "So, I'll be honest. I've never even thought about a real marriage before."
"I figured that."
"Yeah, well it was just never on my list of things to do. What about you? Anything you...want out of marriage?"
She turned to him while chewing. "Kids. One day."
"Really? You want little mini yous running around the place?"
"One day, yes."
"That's a terrifying thought."
"You...don't want kids?"
"My need to procreate was long since destroyed after seeing the miracle of birth."
She set her fork down. "So...you don't want kids ever?"
"I dunno. Maybe if the time is right or something, give it ten years and maybe. The world has enough of on its hands without two of me running around."
She said nothing. He had completely forgotten about giving her birth control pills and there was a huge chance she could be pregnant. If she was, would he still want to continue the marriage?
Once he was finished with his food, he sighed and laid back. "This is the life."
She took the tray down stairs and started cleaning it while thinking of his words. So she wanted to have kids. Someday. Hopefully when that day came he would have a vasectomy. There would be no little monsters running around his house. He would be damned of that. Of course that was even saying if they lasted long enough to consider that.
Peyton came back to bed and laid back. "I'm probably pregnant.”
His smile froze, his face actually twitching as he heard that. "What?"
"You didn't get any birth control. You were so busy just fucking that you forgot."
"No. I didn't forget," he said as he sat up. Opening up the drawer on her nightstand he pulled out the pink box and opened it up. "Shit...you haven't been taking them!?"
"You didn't tell me where they were or that you had them!"
"I told you! I got them the second day you were here! I thought you were taking them all this time!"
"You didn't tell me anything!"
"I did too!" He groaned into his hands. "That's fine. We'll just get a morning after pill and everything will be fine."
"No!"
He paused and looked back at her. "What do you mean...no?"
"I mean no! The opposite of yes! How much clearer can I get!" she screamed and threw her pillow at him.
"Look. It is real simple. You take the morning after pill and then all of a sudden we don't have to worry about anything coming out of you!"
"Go to hell, Eli!" she snapped. "I said no!"
"Oh come on!" He groaned and grabbed his keys. "We'll solve this once and for all. We'll get a test. If you're not pregnant thank God. If you are...we'll figure out what to do. No reason to fight if there's nothing inside you."
She grabbed her clothes and started throwing them on. He got dressed at well and soon they were at the doctor's office. He was pacing back and forth, praying that the test would come back as negative or he might honestly shoot himself...or her, depending on who he points the gun at first. Of course then he would have to buy a gun....
"Pregnant.”
"Fuck! They're certain? Absolutely certain?"
"Uh, duh."
"Okay. We'll get the pill and forget about it."
"I said no," she snapped.
"I said yes! Maybe...maybe in ten years if we're still together we can try for a kid, but not now! Hell no!"
"No!" she screamed at him.
"You can't be fucking serious!"
She pushed past him and started for the door. He told her where those damn pills were and she didn't take them. Why? Did she want something like this to happen?
She was so mad, it actually hurt her chest. How was she suppose to know about the pills? She went to the store that day, made dinner. He came home with a ring for her and they had sex. That was exactly what happened and he knew it! This was his fought too!
He didn't say a word to her as they got in his car and drove home. He was sorely tempted to wreck the car. Maybe the resulting pressure might hit her stomach.... No. He loved that car. He would never hurt it. Once home, Peyton went up to the room and started packing. She threw things in the bag angrily.
"What the hell are you doing?" he snapped as he watched her throw her clothes in his bag. His bag!
"Leaving!" she said. Pulling the ring off her finger she threw it at him. "I'll send your stupid bag to you once I get to my dad!"
"Fine! Have fun there. See if he will take you in. If you want to leave go right ahead!"
"Fine!" Taking the bag, she pushed him out of the way and ran down the stairs.
He watched her run, a frown on his lips as he slammed the door behind him. She slammed the front door as she left and called a cab once she was outside. "Good riddance," he muttered softly, picking up her discarded ring and tossing it onto the dresser before going downstairs and grabbing something to drink.
It was hours before Peyton showed up at her father's house only to have her new step mother slam the door in her face. Screaming, Peyton got back into the taxi and went to the only other place she could...the one place she had tried so hard to run from and never return.
Dr. Green stared at her with shock. "What are you doing here?"
"I...have no place else to go..."
"What about your new husband or your dad?"
"Neither...want me."
"Well this isn't a free clinic," she stated plainly.
"Please... I'm pregnant, Dr. Green. And if I say I'm addicted to pain will you let me in?"
"You're pregnant? Even so, you have to pay to say here. I can admit you, but that doesn't change the fact that you'll need to pay to stay."
"Then I'll work."
"You’re not qualified to be one of the orderlies, but I am sure I can use you as a janitor."
"I'll do it. I was cleaning at Eli's house anyway," she said.
"Very well then. Come in. I'll see what I can find for you."
She nodded and walked in. It was chilling the way she felt when she stepped inside. The walls seemed to laugh at her. Maybe she really was crazy. Eloping with a stranger, getting pregnant only to end up back at the same hell she started from. She was too trusting...too stupid. Her skin needed to be harder. If not for herself...than the baby.
"How far along are you?"
"A few weeks."
"You plan on keeping it?"
"Yes."
"I see. That is a good choice, though I do hope that you aren't planning to raise the child here."
"No. I'll look for a job and eventually find a place..."
"I see. It will be hard doing that with your record. People don't tend to like to higher mental patients."
"I know..." she whispered.
Going down the hall, she opened up one of the older rooms they no longer used anymore. "I guess that you can use this until we find something better. You should feel right at home."
Without a word, Peyton walked in. The door was closed behind her and she sat on the old bed. Setting the bag down, she stared at the barred window. Tears streamed down her cheeks though this time, she knew exactly why. She couldn't possible fuck up any worse.
The next day, Eli woke up to an empty house. He ate breakfast by himself and left without saying a word. The house seemed so much quieter, and he wasn't certain what to do with himself. He went through work like a zombie and when he came home there was no meal waiting for him. Why did she have to go and fuck things up? They had something good going for them and then it was ruined, all because she wouldn't give up the growth in her stomach.
Peyton spent her day cleaning and when she was done for the day, she sat in her room calling different places for a job. Of course, none of them wanted her. It was annoying and frustrating...but it was all she could do.
Heating up a tv dinner, he ate it while looking over his financial reports. He'd cancelled her credit cards already. He wouldn't have to worry about her spending any of his money. That was all that mattered. As long as she was so damn determined.... damn it. Maybe he could slip her the pill without knowing. That was a possibility. He'd just have to locate her and tell her it was a vitamin. Right?
"Here. Since you're pregnant you need to start on prenatal care," Dr. Green said as she brought in some pills for her.
Peyton looked up at her and nodded. "Right. Thanks."
"Make sure to take them all," she smiled.
"I will."
She watched as she took all the pills. Slowly she stroked her back. "Good.... You can eat with the patients when you get hungry."
"Yeah, ok. I'm just going to finish up some things first."
"Alright. You might also want to give your father a call," she suggested before leaving.
"Whatever..." she whispered. Picking the phone back up, she continued to call for a job.
Upon returning to her office, she picked up the phone and dialed the number. "Yes. No, I did as you requested. I gave her the pill. Yes. I imagine you will be able to take her home in a day or two once it has run its course. No, it is alright, Mr. Sumter. As far as I am concerned giving her mental state you are still her legal guardian."
The next day was the same routine for Peyton, though, during the end of the day, she had some stomach pain. Leaving the clinic, she took a taxi to the hospital. Though she had no medical care, she knew that they wouldn't turn away a pregnant woman. The doctor looked her over and before she had a chance to question what was happening, they were pumping fluid in her and trying to save her babies life.
One of the nurses pulled up her medical record and called Eli's phone number. Of course he was at work, so all she could do was leave a message. "Mr. Hawthorne, this is Elizabeth at the Southside Memorial hospital. We have your wife here being admitted. Please give us a call back immediately."
Peyton asked again only to have the doctor tell her the same story. "But I didn't take anything that would abort it! I'm not a killer!"
"You had it in your system. Thank God you came here or it would be dead. Did you take any pills at all?"
She thought about it. "My old doctor gave me some pills for prenatal care...”
Eli slammed on the breaks as he raced into the hospital. The nurse told him where to go and he burst into the room. He examined her with a glance before letting out a sigh. "Holy shit! Don't scare me like that. I thought someone had decapitated you or something!"
Her eyes widened as she saw him. She snapped her head to the doctor. "What is he doing here?! I said it was just a misunderstanding! He's not my husband!"
"What the fuck!? I just drove four hours after work to get here! I was expecting you to be dead or something. What's wrong with you!? You look fine to me!"
"Uhg! Just go home already!"
He rolled his eyes and cursed again. "Fine. Forget I bothered to care. It's not like I'm about to pass out or anything."
She only crossed her arms under her chest and laid back as the doctor moved a a control over her stomach to pull the baby up on the monitor.
"What are you doing?" he asked with a frown.
"Making sure the baby is still alive," he said as he pointed to a spot on the screen. "There it is."
"That's it?" He looked toward the screen. "It looks like a sea monkey; and why are you making sure if its alive? Did something happen?"
"Her doctor-"
"Hello! Doctor/patient confidentiality clause!"
"Doesn't work with married couples," he muttered.
"We aren't married!" she snapped. She grabbed her side and winced.
"Being angry will cause a miscarriage. You've been through enough trauma. Keep this up and you will lose the baby," the doctor warned.
Eli's eyes widened when he heard that. "Really...?"
"He wants the baby dead. Thanks a lot for giving him a loaded gun," she screamed at the doctor.
He rolled his eyes and sat down. "Gee, way to make me look like the bad guy."
"Look, under law, I have to tell him..." Peyton only groaned and turned from them. "Her doctor gave her a bunch of pills to abort the baby without her knowing. We have the police on it and she is pressing charges."
"Oh...." Wow, someone else thought about that idea. Looking over at Peyton, he almost felt bad about plotting the demise of the thing in her stomach. "I see. Peyton, I'm sorry...."
He took a breath as she stroked it. "Yes...."
Her lips pressed to his neck as she stood up and took her panties off. She moved back on him and stroked him faster. He closed his eyes, his breath picking up as he began to stiffen in her capable hands. Soon he was rigid and precum began to drizzle down his shaft. She glanced at the door for only a second, hoping no one would come in. Moving up a bit, she pressed his tip to her opening and slowly moved down. Her head tossed back and she moaned while moving her arms around his neck.
He hissed as she slid down onto him. "Not...too far. You'll get hurt," he whispered into her neck with a moan.
"Right..." she said with a nod. Hugging him to her, she started rocking on him, pushing him in and out.
His hands went to her hips, his teeth biting into her neck to keep himself from moaning as she rocked on him. Ever so slowly he began to pump upward into her, letting his cock fill her more and more as she crashed down. She panted over him, moaning and holding him tightly as she came down on him over and over.
He grinned as he held her hips. "Get off for a second," he panted.
She froze. Slowly she moved off him and stood before him. He moved some more things off of his desk and guided her upper torso onto it, laying her down so that she could stick her ass up in the air for him. Peyton looked back at him and moved her legs apart. He leaned over her, his cock slipping back into her hole. With his pants at his ankles and his jacket and tie laying on her back as he leaned forward, he began to pump into her hard, his desk shaking as he moved in her. Peyton grabbed the desk and cried out over and over. She tossed her head back and arched into his cock. As she arched back, he groaned, her lips taking all of his cock in as he shoved forward and pushed deep inside her. She cried out in pain but that was quickly gone when her walls tightened and she came. It wasn't a second later before his warm cum mixed with hers as he hugged her body close, a content sigh escaping his lips. Peyton rested against the desk, panting and trying to catch her breath.
"I think, I'm going to take an extended lunch...."
She turned to him with a smile. "Does this mean you won't sleep with anyone else?"
"As long as you don't deny me I am yours and only yours."
Her lips pressed to his. It was two hours later when she was finally dressing and leaving. Fixing her dress and pulling her hair back she grabbed the basket.
He wrapped his arm around her, slipping his hand up her dress, he slipped it into her panties and pushed something into her lips. "Leave that in there till I come home," he whispered.
She shifted. "But...I'll...cum..."
"Maybe. Maybe not. If so, good. If not, even better," he grinned as he held up the remote. "With the right teasing I'll just keep you on edge till I get there."
She paled. "Can...can you wait until I'm home at least?"
"Nope." He turned the vibrator on high and opened the door for her.
"Eli!"
"I'll see you at home dear," he grinned patting her ass. As he did that, something pressed past her panties and slid in her other hole, vibrating fast and deep. "Love you sweet heart!"
"Oh God!"
He smirked. Music to his ears.
It took Peyton an hour to get home. Dinner was hell. She had to stop multiple times to take a breath or shift. Finally dinner was on the table and she was in lingerie, legs shaking and her juices running down her legs. As he drove, he turned the vibrators off and on, toying with them maliciously. He left them on full force as he pulled into his parking spot and took his dear sweet time unlocking the door and walking in. "Oh loving wife! I'm home!" She was on her knees, hands between her legs while panting. He walked over to her and grinned. He unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out, letting it brush her cheek. "Enjoying yourself you naughty girl."
She grabbed his cock and squeezed while glaring at him. He hissed and whimpered. "Too tight!"
"I know!"
"You can let go now!"
"Turn them off!"
"Have you cum yet?"
"N-no..."
He nodded and turned the vibrators off. Reaching down, she pulled them out of her then let go of his cock. He let out a sigh of relief as she released his cock. "Now, how about some pre-dinner sex?"
She stood and jumped in his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist while pressing her lips to his. He grinned into her kiss. Wrapping his lips around hers, sucking her tongue into his mouth while he carried her up to their bedroom. Her hands moved over his clothes, pulling them off and throwing them on the floor, making a trail to the bedroom. By the time they were to the bed, he was naked and she was soaking wet. He didn't have to wait for foreplay. She was ready for him already. He took his hardened cock and easily slid it all the way into her quivering walls. She moaned and hugged him tightly. His pace was hungry, fueling off her own desire and her need to be filled after a long day of torture. He would have to do this more often.
"Faster..." He looked shocked, but he was pleased nonetheless. His pace quickened as he thrust into her, panting above her bouncing chest. "Yes!" she cried out.
His lips crashed down onto hers hungrily, his tongue slipping past her lips while his hand slid down to tease her clit. Pumping harder and faster, his entire bed shook with their cries. Peyton came multiple times. He grinned against her, her juices flooding out of her and soaking his thighs and the bed. Finally with a deep breath he came, filling her with a sigh of contentment while pressing against her sweaty body.
She relaxed against the bed and closed her eyes. "I'm hungry..."
"Me too...but I'm too tried to get out of bed."
She pulled from him and slowly moved out of the bed. "I'll bring it up..."
His grin widened as he watched her naked body disappear so casually and without care. She was almost perfect now. Moments later, she came up with a tray full of food and sat back on the bed. He reached around her and grabbed some of the meat, not even bother with a knife and fork as he chewed on it. "Delicious."
"So barbaric," she said while rolling her eyes. She moved near him and started eating.
"So? It still tastes good. Don't knock it until you've tried it." Ignoring him, she cut up the meat and ate it with a fork. "So, I'll be honest. I've never even thought about a real marriage before."
"I figured that."
"Yeah, well it was just never on my list of things to do. What about you? Anything you...want out of marriage?"
She turned to him while chewing. "Kids. One day."
"Really? You want little mini yous running around the place?"
"One day, yes."
"That's a terrifying thought."
"You...don't want kids?"
"My need to procreate was long since destroyed after seeing the miracle of birth."
She set her fork down. "So...you don't want kids ever?"
"I dunno. Maybe if the time is right or something, give it ten years and maybe. The world has enough of on its hands without two of me running around."
She said nothing. He had completely forgotten about giving her birth control pills and there was a huge chance she could be pregnant. If she was, would he still want to continue the marriage?
Once he was finished with his food, he sighed and laid back. "This is the life."
She took the tray down stairs and started cleaning it while thinking of his words. So she wanted to have kids. Someday. Hopefully when that day came he would have a vasectomy. There would be no little monsters running around his house. He would be damned of that. Of course that was even saying if they lasted long enough to consider that.
Peyton came back to bed and laid back. "I'm probably pregnant.”
His smile froze, his face actually twitching as he heard that. "What?"
"You didn't get any birth control. You were so busy just fucking that you forgot."
"No. I didn't forget," he said as he sat up. Opening up the drawer on her nightstand he pulled out the pink box and opened it up. "Shit...you haven't been taking them!?"
"You didn't tell me where they were or that you had them!"
"I told you! I got them the second day you were here! I thought you were taking them all this time!"
"You didn't tell me anything!"
"I did too!" He groaned into his hands. "That's fine. We'll just get a morning after pill and everything will be fine."
"No!"
He paused and looked back at her. "What do you mean...no?"
"I mean no! The opposite of yes! How much clearer can I get!" she screamed and threw her pillow at him.
"Look. It is real simple. You take the morning after pill and then all of a sudden we don't have to worry about anything coming out of you!"
"Go to hell, Eli!" she snapped. "I said no!"
"Oh come on!" He groaned and grabbed his keys. "We'll solve this once and for all. We'll get a test. If you're not pregnant thank God. If you are...we'll figure out what to do. No reason to fight if there's nothing inside you."
She grabbed her clothes and started throwing them on. He got dressed at well and soon they were at the doctor's office. He was pacing back and forth, praying that the test would come back as negative or he might honestly shoot himself...or her, depending on who he points the gun at first. Of course then he would have to buy a gun....
"Pregnant.”
"Fuck! They're certain? Absolutely certain?"
"Uh, duh."
"Okay. We'll get the pill and forget about it."
"I said no," she snapped.
"I said yes! Maybe...maybe in ten years if we're still together we can try for a kid, but not now! Hell no!"
"No!" she screamed at him.
"You can't be fucking serious!"
She pushed past him and started for the door. He told her where those damn pills were and she didn't take them. Why? Did she want something like this to happen?
She was so mad, it actually hurt her chest. How was she suppose to know about the pills? She went to the store that day, made dinner. He came home with a ring for her and they had sex. That was exactly what happened and he knew it! This was his fought too!
He didn't say a word to her as they got in his car and drove home. He was sorely tempted to wreck the car. Maybe the resulting pressure might hit her stomach.... No. He loved that car. He would never hurt it. Once home, Peyton went up to the room and started packing. She threw things in the bag angrily.
"What the hell are you doing?" he snapped as he watched her throw her clothes in his bag. His bag!
"Leaving!" she said. Pulling the ring off her finger she threw it at him. "I'll send your stupid bag to you once I get to my dad!"
"Fine! Have fun there. See if he will take you in. If you want to leave go right ahead!"
"Fine!" Taking the bag, she pushed him out of the way and ran down the stairs.
He watched her run, a frown on his lips as he slammed the door behind him. She slammed the front door as she left and called a cab once she was outside. "Good riddance," he muttered softly, picking up her discarded ring and tossing it onto the dresser before going downstairs and grabbing something to drink.
It was hours before Peyton showed up at her father's house only to have her new step mother slam the door in her face. Screaming, Peyton got back into the taxi and went to the only other place she could...the one place she had tried so hard to run from and never return.
Dr. Green stared at her with shock. "What are you doing here?"
"I...have no place else to go..."
"What about your new husband or your dad?"
"Neither...want me."
"Well this isn't a free clinic," she stated plainly.
"Please... I'm pregnant, Dr. Green. And if I say I'm addicted to pain will you let me in?"
"You're pregnant? Even so, you have to pay to say here. I can admit you, but that doesn't change the fact that you'll need to pay to stay."
"Then I'll work."
"You’re not qualified to be one of the orderlies, but I am sure I can use you as a janitor."
"I'll do it. I was cleaning at Eli's house anyway," she said.
"Very well then. Come in. I'll see what I can find for you."
She nodded and walked in. It was chilling the way she felt when she stepped inside. The walls seemed to laugh at her. Maybe she really was crazy. Eloping with a stranger, getting pregnant only to end up back at the same hell she started from. She was too trusting...too stupid. Her skin needed to be harder. If not for herself...than the baby.
"How far along are you?"
"A few weeks."
"You plan on keeping it?"
"Yes."
"I see. That is a good choice, though I do hope that you aren't planning to raise the child here."
"No. I'll look for a job and eventually find a place..."
"I see. It will be hard doing that with your record. People don't tend to like to higher mental patients."
"I know..." she whispered.
Going down the hall, she opened up one of the older rooms they no longer used anymore. "I guess that you can use this until we find something better. You should feel right at home."
Without a word, Peyton walked in. The door was closed behind her and she sat on the old bed. Setting the bag down, she stared at the barred window. Tears streamed down her cheeks though this time, she knew exactly why. She couldn't possible fuck up any worse.
The next day, Eli woke up to an empty house. He ate breakfast by himself and left without saying a word. The house seemed so much quieter, and he wasn't certain what to do with himself. He went through work like a zombie and when he came home there was no meal waiting for him. Why did she have to go and fuck things up? They had something good going for them and then it was ruined, all because she wouldn't give up the growth in her stomach.
Peyton spent her day cleaning and when she was done for the day, she sat in her room calling different places for a job. Of course, none of them wanted her. It was annoying and frustrating...but it was all she could do.
Heating up a tv dinner, he ate it while looking over his financial reports. He'd cancelled her credit cards already. He wouldn't have to worry about her spending any of his money. That was all that mattered. As long as she was so damn determined.... damn it. Maybe he could slip her the pill without knowing. That was a possibility. He'd just have to locate her and tell her it was a vitamin. Right?
"Here. Since you're pregnant you need to start on prenatal care," Dr. Green said as she brought in some pills for her.
Peyton looked up at her and nodded. "Right. Thanks."
"Make sure to take them all," she smiled.
"I will."
She watched as she took all the pills. Slowly she stroked her back. "Good.... You can eat with the patients when you get hungry."
"Yeah, ok. I'm just going to finish up some things first."
"Alright. You might also want to give your father a call," she suggested before leaving.
"Whatever..." she whispered. Picking the phone back up, she continued to call for a job.
Upon returning to her office, she picked up the phone and dialed the number. "Yes. No, I did as you requested. I gave her the pill. Yes. I imagine you will be able to take her home in a day or two once it has run its course. No, it is alright, Mr. Sumter. As far as I am concerned giving her mental state you are still her legal guardian."
The next day was the same routine for Peyton, though, during the end of the day, she had some stomach pain. Leaving the clinic, she took a taxi to the hospital. Though she had no medical care, she knew that they wouldn't turn away a pregnant woman. The doctor looked her over and before she had a chance to question what was happening, they were pumping fluid in her and trying to save her babies life.
One of the nurses pulled up her medical record and called Eli's phone number. Of course he was at work, so all she could do was leave a message. "Mr. Hawthorne, this is Elizabeth at the Southside Memorial hospital. We have your wife here being admitted. Please give us a call back immediately."
Peyton asked again only to have the doctor tell her the same story. "But I didn't take anything that would abort it! I'm not a killer!"
"You had it in your system. Thank God you came here or it would be dead. Did you take any pills at all?"
She thought about it. "My old doctor gave me some pills for prenatal care...”
Eli slammed on the breaks as he raced into the hospital. The nurse told him where to go and he burst into the room. He examined her with a glance before letting out a sigh. "Holy shit! Don't scare me like that. I thought someone had decapitated you or something!"
Her eyes widened as she saw him. She snapped her head to the doctor. "What is he doing here?! I said it was just a misunderstanding! He's not my husband!"
"What the fuck!? I just drove four hours after work to get here! I was expecting you to be dead or something. What's wrong with you!? You look fine to me!"
"Uhg! Just go home already!"
He rolled his eyes and cursed again. "Fine. Forget I bothered to care. It's not like I'm about to pass out or anything."
She only crossed her arms under her chest and laid back as the doctor moved a a control over her stomach to pull the baby up on the monitor.
"What are you doing?" he asked with a frown.
"Making sure the baby is still alive," he said as he pointed to a spot on the screen. "There it is."
"That's it?" He looked toward the screen. "It looks like a sea monkey; and why are you making sure if its alive? Did something happen?"
"Her doctor-"
"Hello! Doctor/patient confidentiality clause!"
"Doesn't work with married couples," he muttered.
"We aren't married!" she snapped. She grabbed her side and winced.
"Being angry will cause a miscarriage. You've been through enough trauma. Keep this up and you will lose the baby," the doctor warned.
Eli's eyes widened when he heard that. "Really...?"
"He wants the baby dead. Thanks a lot for giving him a loaded gun," she screamed at the doctor.
He rolled his eyes and sat down. "Gee, way to make me look like the bad guy."
"Look, under law, I have to tell him..." Peyton only groaned and turned from them. "Her doctor gave her a bunch of pills to abort the baby without her knowing. We have the police on it and she is pressing charges."
"Oh...." Wow, someone else thought about that idea. Looking over at Peyton, he almost felt bad about plotting the demise of the thing in her stomach. "I see. Peyton, I'm sorry...."