Chapter 87 Everett
EIGHTY-SEVEN
EVERETT
Ipace outside the door to the room. It’s been a week since our conversation with Devin and Gavin about the possibility of us being parents.
Have you ever wanted something so badly, but you knew it was impossible, but then all of a sudden, it’s not? It’s terrifying.
In our world, we aren’t allowed to dream. We are given what they think we deserve.
Bill’s words in his office keep repeating in my mind. “You’ll get everything you want.”
I told him he had jokes, but he knew. He had to have. That’s the only explanation as to why he allowed Kashton to marry me. To help out with my assignment. He knew that I’d get what I always wanted.
A family with a man who loves me.
So many things can still go wrong. I’m afraid to get excited or hopeful because it may not happen. Then what? I just go on with my life, knowing that it’s within reach?
What if the eggs don’t take and I run out? Devin said there aren’t many, but that all we need is one.
Is this the Lords playing another game with me? Will this be how they force Kashton to leave me? By putting me through one last assignment that is going to break me? I put nothing past them.
Shaking out my hands, I let loose a deep breath and walk into the cold room, seeing the woman on the table. She’s unconscious and lying under a white sheet. She’s not dead, but I’ve wished she was so many times in the past.
Moving to stand next to her, I look at the woman that I begged to help me.
The one person I thought would understand the situation I was in and could save me.
She chose their side. She was the one who suggested Garrett place me on fertility drugs.
That my body just needed a little help in order to produce children.
I’ve hated her ever since. She recommended I see a doctor.
It was her idea for them to retrieve my eggs.
Garrett would have never thought of that on his own.
Like Kashton’s father once said, What’s the point of knocking up a woman if you can’t fuck her?
Is this what karma is? Am I supposed to be grateful or angry?
I run my hand over her dark hair. “You were right, Laura. We all must serve and have a purpose. I guess you finally found yours.”
I’m sitting in my room, like every other day, when the door opens and my father enters along with the bitch who told him I’d bitten her.
My father once called her Laura.
She hates me. The feeling is mutual. It makes me so mad that my father listens to her and her nonsense.
“It’s been long enough,” he states. “It’s time to test your theory.”
“It’s not a theory,” she argues. “It’s science.”
“Here.” My father pulls something out of his pocket, holding it to me. “Take this.”
I just stare at him.
He huffs. “Everett—”
Laura places her hand on his arm, cutting him off, and then removes what he’s holding. “It’s okay, Eve. This isn’t going to hurt. You just have to pee on it. That’s all. I’ll go with you.”
All they do is hurt me. I’m covered in bruises from when they hold me down and give me the shots that they say I need.
“No.” Why the fuck would they want me to pee on something? And why would she think I’d want her in the bathroom with me?
My father’s face grows tight. Turning, she walks him to the corner and speaks in a hushed voice. He nods a few times, and then they both turn back to face me. “You will pee on this stick. One way or the other,” my father tells me. “It’s up to you.”
“I’m not peeing on anything.” I shake my head. Fuck them.
I will not bow down to them and their demands. I will not be the weak woman that Laura is trying to brainwash me to be. Raping your child isn’t okay. Letting your friends rape your child is not okay.
I might be uneducated, but I know right from wrong.
“Have it your way.” He rushes to the bed and grabs my ankle, yanking me off the mattress. I don’t even have time to catch myself before I hit the floor. He picks me up by my hair and drags me out of the room while Laura follows behind.
I’m hauled into a room that I’ve seen before. He always brings me here to see the doctor that sedates me. I hate it because I wake up in my room afterward feeling groggy and sore for days.
He throws me onto a cold, hard surface. “Secure her arms,” he orders Laura.
“Let me go,” I scream while my father holds my forearms down to the metal table above my head.
“This is your way, Eve,” he tells me. “Always have to do shit the hard way.”
Something is wrapped around my wrists, tying them together, and after a few seconds, he releases my forearms.
I scream and kick when he grabs my sweatpants and pulls them down my legs. He takes one thigh while Laura comes to stand on the opposite side of the table and grips the other. Her nails dig into my skin, and my hips feel like they’re going to pop out while they hold me wide open.
I’m sobbing, my body trembling, and I yank on my arms, but she tied them down above my head. I arch my neck to see rope wrapped around my wrists that she’s connected to something under the table, making it impossible to even lift them.
The door opens and the female doctor that usually sedates me enters. I hate that she puts me out, but right now I’m praying for it.
“Will this work?” my father asks her.
“Blood work would be more efficient, but…” She nods, trailing off. “Yeah.”
“Please….” I beg my father, licking my wet lips. “Don’t do this.” I don’t even know what this is, but I’m terrified. My heart is pounding, and my pulse is racing. I’m sweating and having a hard time catching my breath. “I’ll…do it. I’ll pee on it.”
“It’s too late for that,” Laura says, gripping my leg tighter, making me cry out. I know this was her idea.
The doctor walks over to the table and leans over my waist, placing her hand between my legs. Her fingers are rough as she wipes something cold all over my vagina, cleaning me.
“I’ll do it,” I rush out. Whatever they want me to do, I’ll do. “Please…let me do it.”
They ignore me. The doctor picks up a little tube off her tray, and my father stops her when she pops the lid. “What is that?” he barks.
“Lubrication.”
“Do it without,” he commands.
She doesn’t even question him, just drops it, then picks up a skinny yellowish tube and leans over me. Her hands are back between my shaking legs, and her fingers are rough as they enter my pussy.
I scream again as loud as I can, hoping someone hears me, but I know it’s useless. No one is coming to save me.
“Relax,” she tells me. “Tensing will just make it more painful.”
“Please.” I arch my back off the table, blinking through the tears. “Stop…just stop…”
“Hold her still,” the doctor orders.
“I am,” Laura growls, yanking on my leg while my father presses the other into the table.
As if I’m lit on fire, heat rushes over my body, and the pain takes my breath away for a second.
“It’s in,” the doctor calls out proudly and places something on my inner thigh. “This will hold it in place.”
They release both of my legs, and I close them and turn to my side, shaking uncontrollably. I’m going to throw up. I feel dizzy, and the blurry room tilts. “It…burns,” I manage through a sob.
They ignore me.
I’m quietly sobbing on my side with my arms still above my head. “Please…take it out.” Whatever is inside me hurts. I try to rub my sweaty thighs together to remove it, but it doesn’t do any good.
“It’s working,” Laura chirps excitedly. She picks up the end of the tube and holds it out to my father.
He rips open the package he tried to give me in my bedroom and holds it below the end of the tube. And my pee drips onto it.
“Get as much as you can,” the doctor tells them.
The room is silent other than my cries. After what feels like forever, someone speaks over me.
“Now we wait.” Laura drops the end of the tube to fall off the side of the table.
“Remove it,” my father demands.
“Hold her legs,” the doctor instructs them.
Laura places the stick on the counter, and they each grab a shaking leg. I whimper when her nails once again dig into my skin, and they spread my legs wide open again.
The doctor leans over me, and I feel pressure as something is being ripped from inside me. “Done.”
They release my legs, and I curl into a ball, softly crying.
Laura slaps my father on the back while she holds the thing I peed on. “Congratulations, it’s a baby.”
“The treatment worked.” The doctor nods proudly.
My father grunts.
“I told you. It just takes time,” Laura assures him. “You’ve got a twenty-five percent chance you’re the dad.”
“W-what?” I ask breathlessly. A new kind of pain fills my chest. “No—”
He wraps his hand around my throat, cutting off my air and pinning my head to the table. I kick my legs and buck my hips, trying to breathe.
Lowering his face to mine, he growls, “It better be a fucking boy, or I’ll set it on fire.”
He lets go of me, and I suck in a breath that burns my lungs and sob. This can’t be happening. I can’t be pregnant. All this time, they’ve been raping me. I knew why, but I prayed it wouldn’t work. That my body was incapable of carrying a child. I’m still one myself.
“If it’s a girl, I’ll take it off your hands.” Laura shrugs.
My father snorts. “You already have a daughter.”
She smiles at him. “Girls are more useful than you give them credit for.” Her eyes slide to my tear-filled ones when she adds. “You catch more flies with honey.”
He tilts his head, considering her words, and then smiles down at me.
“Actually…now that I think of it, I hope it is a girl. Maybe she’ll be useful and give me what you can’t.
I’ll take either or really. A boy will give me another chance.
I’ll train him differently—like an animal.
I’ll make sure he only sees women as something to use.
And I’ll start by forcing him to fuck you.
Maybe he’ll have better luck. Either way, I’ll get what I want out of you. ”