Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Addicted to You ❯ Chapter Nine ( Chapter 9 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Peyton shook her head. No, he wasn’t. And because of that she couldn’t look at him. “Just leave.”

"I will after a nap," he sighed. "You could at least pretend to be happy to see me. I did drive all this way for you."

"You can all this way hoping it was dead!"

He rolled his eyes even as he got comfortable. "I was worried about you."

"I left you."

"Yeah. So?"

"So you can't come here when I left you!"

"Who stated that rule?"

"Me!"

"Yeah, well you could have told me that before I drove all the way down here."

"Get out!"

"After my nap! Damn!"

She went to throw her tray at him but the doctor stopped her. A young man walked in and fixed his tie then moved to her bed. "Mrs. Haw-"

"It's Ms. Sumter," she said quickly. He nodded and sat down. "My lawyer?"

"I-"

"I want to settle out of court. I honestly don't care if she goes to jail or not. I just need money really. Enough to get me a house and a food for my baby." He smiled and nodded.

"Considering she tried taking a life, that will be no problem. I'll see to it myself."

"Good..."

"You might want to see who gave her the idea to slip her the pills as well," Eli said without opening his eyes.

"I'm already looking into it. Are you her-"

"No! He's not anything! Just a guy that's stalking me!"

"Would you like to press charges?"

She thought a moment. "Let me think on it for a while."

He nodded and walked out.

"You can't press charges on me, numbskull. We're still married."

"Oh, I'm getting it annulled."

"Why are you doing that? It hasn't even been the year yet and you won't get money that well."

"You gave me a baby! Just stay out of my life, stalker!"

"I didn't mean to give it to you! Hell, if I'd known you were off the pills I'd have tripled wrap my package."

"Just leave damn it before I scream until someone pulls you out!"

"Just let me get a nap," he yawned. "Please?"

"Get out!" she screamed. The monitor spiked and the doctor pointed to the door.

"You are going to have to leave. You keep stressing her out and she will miscarry. Wait outside."

He groaned and stood. "Damn it. Way to fuck me over again, Peyton. Way to fucking go."

"Fuck you," she said under her breath and turned away.

"Too late. You already did that."

She said nothing and the doctor pushed him out. He turned to Peyton. "Are you-"

"Just leave...I want to be alone..." she whispered behind tears.

He took a deep breath and walked out.

Eli sat down in the waiting room, slowly laying down and trying to get comfortable. Damn. All of this over a stupid looking...just...stupid...stupid sea monkey in her belly!

Peyton refused dinner when it came saying she was too tired. But she didn't sleep after the nurse had left. She stared out the large window and watched the rain pour outside while trying to come up with some plan. Any plan at all.

He woke with a groggy headache. Rubbing his temples, he got up and went to her room. "They giving you any morphine?"

"Why are you still here?"

He yawned and shrugged. "Hell if I know. It's certainly not for the company."

"Then do us both a favor and go away. And why don't you try that new rule where you don't come back?"

He shook his head and sat down on her bed. "Tell me why you want to keep it."

"I don't believe in just forgetting your problems. This was a mistake but just because I made it doesn't mean I can just walk away from it. I'll be responsible."

"Okay, well tell me this, are you going to keep it or are you going to give it up? Because the responsible thing would be to give it up to someone who can care for it."

"And I can. Once the thing with the doctor is settled. My lawyer said murder goes for a lot these days."

"You really can't sue her for much though. Maybe a few thousand. Murder isn't something you sue over it's something you send someone to jail for."

"A few thousand is all I need to get an apartment and find a job." She turned to him with a hard face. "I don't have to answer to you, Eli. So stop digging in my life!"

"Chill, Peyton. I'm not the enemy here. I'm just trying to figure it out. That's all."

"You don't have to anymore."

"Yeah I do," he sighed.

She sat up and shook her head at him. "What more could you possibly want from me what I have nothing else for you to take?"

"I'm not trying to take anything from you. Damn. I'm just asking questions and you're acting like I'm trying to kill you." She laid back down and rolled from him. He sat down and stroked her back. "So how long till you find out if it’s a boy or a girl?"

"I don't know," she shrugged.

"Well, ask your doctor. I am...kind of curious."

"You ask him. You seem to have full access to my records."

"No. He's locked me out since you had your hissy fit."

"Good."

"Yes...well, you ask."

"No."

He groaned into his hands. "And what is your reason for denying my request?"

"You have two hands and two feet. Look it up yourself."

"I could, but I'd rather just ask."

"Too bad."

"Way to be a bitch," he sighed. Looking down at her small frame, he shifted on her bed, laying down and slowly wrapping an arm around her.

"You're a jerk..."

"Yes, but that's one of my more charming qualities."

She sighed and closed her eyes. He stroked her body while gently kissing her shoulder and neck. With his arms around her, she turned into his chest and fell asleep. It wasn't long before he too was asleep as well, the steady beat of her heart filling the room with the beeping sound of the monitor.

In the morning, Peyton was told she could leave. Where she was to go, she wasn't sure. As she gathered her things, she thought about the shelter she had passed in the taxi the morning before and decided that she could go there until she met up with her lawyer.

He yawned as he opened his eyes. "Peyton? Whoa...were you going?"

"The shelter. They said I have to leave."

He groaned and rolled his eyes. "Get in my car."

"I can walk. It's only a mile and the doctor said walking is good for me," she said and picked up her bag. She shifted. "So um...I won't hit you up for child support unless I get desperate."

"Wonderful," he smirked. "I wouldn't pay it. Come on. Get in my car. I'm kidnapping you."

"No."

"So not giving you a choice. You know that I'm too stubborn to let something go."

"You aren't letting me go. I left."

He nodded to a nurse and knocked her down into a wheelchair. "Too bad."

"I'll just leave again."

"Yeah. Probably. Good thing I changed the locks."

"How are the locks going to make me stay?"

"They're up high and lock from the outside."

"You lock the locks from the outside...are you stupid or do you just want to me robbed?"

"There are also locks on the inside retard."

"What do you want, Eli?"

"You naked, on my bed."

"Not going to happen."

"Then you bent over my desk, ass in the air."

"We aren't having sex," she snapped.

He groaned and stopped in front of his car. "Just get in."

Standing, she got in. He got into the driver seat and started back home. Soon they were back at his house, and just like he had promised there was a new lock on the outside of the door. She rolled her eyes and sat her bag down before going to the shower. He sat down at his computer and sighed. What the fuck was he doing? He had no idea, but he figured he was going to pay for it. After a hot shower, a change of clothes, and slippers on her feet, Peyton started on lunch.

"So do you know anything at all about pregnancy or being pregnant?"

"I'm nineteen and spent most of my life in a clinic. What do you think?"

"I think we're fucked."

"Yep," she nodded as she laid his plate on the table.

He soon walked over and sat down, grabbing his soda she had set out for him while his printer was going crazy printing out several pages worth of stuff from the wonderful internet. She sat down in her normal spot and started to eat.

"So...."

"What?"

"I don't honestly know," he shrugged. "I can't remember the last time I was so confused."

"Then do me a favor and don't talk," she smirked.

"Yeah, well you don't get a say in what I...say."

She ignored him and kept eating. He just grinned and pushed at his food, guzzling his soda while trying hard not to think of all the naughty things he wanted to do to her before she got all fat. After eating, she washed the dishes then sat on the couch and turned on the T.V.

The first thing that popped up was a production of parenthood television series. "Change the channel." She changed it. "Tell me, what are you going to do as a mom? I mean, you aren't ready for this. No one would blame you if you wanted someone else to raise it."

"I believe if I have the means to care for it, I should."

"Yeah, yeah, but shouldn't you think of what's best for it?"

"I have nine months to decide..."

"Nine months of hell..."

"Like you care? We are over. You are free to fuck the world now. Go out and shove your dick in holes or whatever."

"You really mean that? I'm able to go and fuck the closet guy or girl I find?"

She shrugged. She cared, but she wouldn't show it. "I told you I was getting it annulled."

"Fine. Then I'll go out right now and find the nearest prostitute and bend her over," he muttered.

"Ok..."

He got up and wiped his mouth before grabbing his keys and heading out. When the door shut, she sighed. She knew he would be home late so she fixed a pallet on the couch, made herself a quick dinner, then laid on the couch and went to sleep after the sun went down.

It was midnight when he came home, whistling with a smile when he saw her laying there on his couch. "Damn it," he muttered. Going over to her, he grabbed her body, lifting it into his arms as he carried her up stairs.

She shifted in his arms and moved closer to him before gripping his shirt in her sleep. He tried to lay her down on her bed, but she wouldn't let him go. Sighing, he kicked off his shoes and laid down with her, his arms wrapping around her. The morning after, she woke in his arms. Slipping from him while he slept she walked out. She had no idea how she got in his bed or how she got in his arms, but there was no way she was going to stay that way.

He groaned as she moved. "You snore...." Peyton ignored him and slammed the door behind her. "Oh come on! Come back to bed!"

"Not my bed and stop trying to piss me off! Because it's working!"

"Yay?"

She laid on the couch and pulled the blanket over her body determined not to let him get to her. He didn't call for her again. In fact, he really didn't even move until it was time to go to work. He got up and yawned, disappointed that there was no breakfast ready. With a sigh, he grabbed his coat and headed for the door.

When he was gone, Peyton got up and called her lawyer. It was then that she got the news that her father was the one that put her doctor up to killing her unborn baby. After ten minutes of pure silence, Peyton's face finally hardened. "Burn them both. I want them to die in prison," she said and slammed the phone down.

Eli worked throughout the day in silence. He wasn't his normal self. His deal weren't quite as risky as usual which means that there wasn't as big a pay off as usual, but at least his clients weren't losing money with him today. He rubbed his temples, wishing he had a nice massage therapist and some oil.

Peyton spent most of her day on the balcony, trying to cry. How was it that she only cried when Eli hurt her but not when someone else did. She thought about him going out the night before...so man or woman hanging off him...kissing him and he not even thinking of her or missing her... He was such a pervert and he couldn't be trusted at all. She was glad she left...if this counted as leaving. Whatever. It wasn't the same as before...even though before it was only half a day of good...with her lips on his and his hands on her...the decision to make it the long run. How stupid. How foolish. Peyton shook her head only to find herself crying.

It was nearly midnight by the time that Eli came home. He groaned softly and hung his coat up on the rack, staggering before hitting the couch and just collapsing onto it. He didn't feel her warm body, so she must be up in his bed. That was at least his train of thought as he closed his eyes and let sleepto take him.

Peyton threw a shoe at him. "Get off my bed!"

"Huh? What?" He looked up at her and laid his head back down. "Just...sleep on my bed. Too tired to move. Too tired to care. Too tired to feel pain."

"Come on, Eli...my back hurts and I've been to the bathroom fifty times. I'm tired. Just move. I don't have the energy to fight tonight so just go upstairs please..."

"Why in the hell have you been doing that?" he asked, his hands reaching up to slowly pry himself off the couch.

"It's what pregnant women do, now please, just get up. I'm tired."

"Yeah, yeah," he muttered, getting up he staggered a little before starting upstairs.

Peyton moved to the couch and crawled under the covers with a sigh. Eli made it halfway up the stairs before curling up and falling asleep. Peyton ignored him and slipped to sleep.