Chapter 5
The door opened hours later, and she flinched back from it, scooting back to the wall as a light was flipped on. She held her hand up to hide from it and try to see.
HE was standing there, his hands in his pockets as he looked her over.
“That a school uniform?” he demanded loudly.
“Saint Agnes,” a man behind him answered. “My nephew goes there.”
“Wha’s your name, girl?” HE asked, stepping in and looking down at her, his hands still in his pockets.
Sailor shook her head, her breathing too rapid.
“She don't answer, shoot her leg,” he called back, and the man with him drew his gun.
“Sailor! Sailor! Please! Please, you have to let me go, my…”
“Shut up,” HE demanded, lifting his chin. “Answer my questions, and tha’s it, you understand?”
“Yes?”
“How old are you?”
“18.”
“Graduating next month?”
“Yes.”
“I take it you fuckin’ remember me?” he asked, his lip curling and a dangerous light in his eyes.
“Yes,” she whispered, hiding her face again.
“Yeah. I bet you do. You was tryna keep that shit hidden from me?” he demanded, nudging her hip with his foot.
“I… no? I didn’t know who you were. I don't… I don't know who you are. Just… just some guy.”
“Just some guy,” HE chuckled, looking over his shoulder at the other man, who smirked. “Nah. Nah, I ain’t just some guy. The fuck was your name?”
“Sailor?”
“Alla it.”
“Sailor Rue Macintosh?”
“We got a Macintosh in our organization?” HE asked the other man.
“Nope.”
“Sailor. That, like, from that cartoon? Sailor Moon?”
“No… My… my dad was in the Navy. He died right before I was born… he called me his Sailor. His… umm… his swimmer. His Sailor. Mom just…”
“Yeah, I don't need all that. Not the cartoon was all. It don't suit you, does it? Rue. That suits you. You one ‘a them tiny little loud mouths, huh? Always got shit to say and no way to back it up. Think ‘cause you cute you don't have ta pay for that mouth. How long?”
“I… I don't know what you’re asking?”
“Till you drop the kid.”
“I… I’m four months along.”
“That all? Yeah… I fuckin’ remember your loud little mouth. That’s mine, ain’t it? I remember you beggin’, saying you was a virgin. You was, too, that shit was fuckin’ tight. So that’s mine, huh?”
“Yeah,” she whispered, tears welling up again.
“Yeah,” he nodded. “So what you think I should do ‘bout you tryna hide that shit from me? My own fuckin’ kid?”
“I didn’t! I wasn’t! I… I didn’t even know at first, and… I don't know who you are! How would I tell you? You… were just some g uy who got mad!”
“Didn’t occur to you to ask any one ‘a them there that night about me?”
“You… I have nightmares about you. Every night. I can’t sleep! I wasn’t… I wasn’t trying to keep it a secret, but I wasn’t about to hunt you down, either! I thought… I don't know, that you wouldn’t care? It was my problem now.”
He snorted, cocking his head and looking me over again. “So it is. Mig, get her some food and water in here. If that’s my kid in there... Get her a pillow, too. Blanket. Place to piss, all ‘a that shit.”
“Please! Please, sir? I can’t stay here! My mom and gramma are both sick and…”
“I told you to fuckin’ stay quiet,” HE scowled. “I don't give a shit about your old life. Right now, you’re just the bitch who’s housing my kid. You get your old life back once I get my kid outta you.”
Sailor looked up at him incredulously. “It’s MY child too, and…”
Stepping closer, he leaned in and backhanded her, putting her on her side on the mattress as the room spun.
“Oh god,” she whimpered, her hand moving jerkily to her face.
“Watch how you fuckin’ speak to me, bitch. You ain’t shit,” HE told her, then slammed the door shut and locked it.
Sailor rolled to her back, trying to orient herself, but she passed out instead.
She woke to the other man shoving her shoulder and handing her a microwave meal and a water bottle.
Grimacing, she tested her jaw and managed to sit up to take them, though she wasn’t hungry.
“Sit up and get ready, he’s got someone coming in,” the man told her gruffly.
“He… who is he?”
“Geo? He’s in charge is who he is, and that’s all you need to know.”
“Who are you?”
“You can call me Mig.”
“Is he going to kill me?”
“Only if you piss him off.”
“My mom, she’s sick. Really sick! She won’t live much longer, and I need to…”
“Not my fucking problem. Not his either, don't bring it up again, or he’ll take care of it in a way you ain’t hoping for. Hurry up and eat and drink all of that. They’ll be here soon.”
“Who?”
“Boss is bringing in a doctor, the kind that delivers babies.”
“An OB?”
“He has questions.”
Geo came striding in, a man behind him before Sailor was half done with the horrible chili mac meal.
“Tha’s her. I wanna know when she’s gonna drop the kid and how long she been pregnant.”
“Of course,” the other man nodded, his face white, like he wasn’t used to dealing with men like Geo. “Hello, Miss! Can you lay back for me and lift your skirt?”
“With them here?”
“We ain’t goin’ nowhere,” Geo snorted, looking her over again, that dangerous shine back in his eyes. “How long till you can tell if a bitch is lyin’?”
“Lying? About paternity?” the doctor asked, going to his knees next to Sailor and opening his bag to pull out a stethoscope and gloves. “I can test for that next time, I didn’t bring what I needed with me. If… if you could bring her in, that would be better. To my office? Just relax now, Miss… umm… how old is she?” he asked Geo, the look on his face a little sickening to Sailor.
“18,” Geo answered quickly, like it was bothering him. “She’s ‘bout to graduate. She’s jus’ small.”
“I see. Miss? Can you lay back for me? I know this isn’t ideal, but let’s get it over with, okay?” he told her, pressing her to her back, then lifting her skirt as his eyes took her in greedily. “Knees up, let them fall open for me, okay?”
“All that necessary?” Geo demanded, his arms crossing as he watched. “You need ta feel her up from the inside to know what’s up?”
“There are several things I need to do, including test her cervix. From the inside. I can tell by feeling out here that she’s showing early, she’s maybe… between 15 and 17 weeks? Maybe 18? A blood test would tell me more, but I’ll have to settle for guestimates. Come on now, Miss, I need you to relax for me so we can get this done,” he chided, trying to get Sailor to open her legs.
“Nah. That ain’t needed just now,” Geo scowled. “That’s an in-office thing.”
“If I could feel her cervix, I could…”
Sailor screamed as Geo pulled his gun out and shot the man in the head.
“I said no, bitch,” he growled, holstering his gun.
Mig caught the body as it was slumping before it fell on Sailor as she screamed again and scrambled back to the corner, covered in blood.
“Get her cleaned up. Find a new fucking doctor, one that don't wanna feel her up like that. Creepin’ ass perv.”
“Geo, they all do that. It’s their job,” Mig laughed, like he wasn’t laying a dead man out to get ready to drag out of the room. “They have to. I went with my old lady, and the lady doctor did it both times, every appointment. That shit’s normal.”
Geo snorted, shaking his head. “Nah. That wasn’t. His face said he thought he was gettin’ a free ticket for some shit. He had some ideas, ‘n she was in all of ‘m.”
“If you say so,” Mig shrugged. “Want me to move her?”
“Take her back to the club, man. Put her in the red room. Get her cleaned up first and get her outta them school clothes. She looks like a little kid. Put her in some clothes that make her look older,” Geo called, turning and leaving.
Sailor was still half hysterical as Mig had two men drag the body off, then took her and loaded her into a car with her wrapped in a sheet so she wouldn’t get blood on his upholstery. He took her to a building just outside of downtown and led her inside, putting her in a shower as he spoke to two of the many men inside the place.