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-Chance recently hit the jackpot at this random casino they had been at for the past few days. But the owner was trying to kill him thinking he won by cheating! Inconceivable! A gentle person such as them would never. But nevertheless he’s one the run. after a month on the run he learns something…life changing-
No no no! This can’t be happening, not to Me, not now, hopefully not ever! I stare at the pregnancy test on the small edge of the dirty sink as the second pink line shows up. I’m going to be sick, I lean over from were I’m sitting on the dingy bathroom floor in the moldy motel and throw up in the shoddy toilet. Bile stains my tongue, the bitter taste leaving its mark. I look at myself in the grim stained mirror.
“Fuck! Why, why, why?” I’m such an idiot, I got myself pregnant and the father is trying to kill me.
I walk out of the small bathroom and sit on the pullout bed still staring at the pregnancy test on that little sinks ledge through the open door way. I don’t know what to do. I’m on the run, iTtrapped betrayed me, anyone else I’m friends with, or friendly with could be being monitored by Mafioso and his goons. Im on my own, and definitely in no position to be pregnant.
The nights I spent at the casino replay like a movie,…especially the nights, oh I was such a drunk idiot. Sleeping with him, and of course because male pregnancy is so rare we just didn’t use protection at all. Oh mio Dio Of course, it had to be him, and it couldn’t be anyone else because I’ve been on the run so I haven’t had time for sex! So theres no doubt in me it’s Mafioso’s. Mafioso, Mr. Don Sonnellio, king of the underworld and Mafia, if he finds out, I’m dead. I look around the tiny motel room, the broken tiny tv, creaky pull out couch bed that feels like wood, wobbly coffee table and the cardboard over the broken window. I sigh
“Time for a location change” I get up grab my backpack with my change of clothes, underwear, socks, toothbrush, paste and gun. my money and wallet I always keep in my pocket. I’m about to head out the door but pause and look back at the pregnancy test. “No chances” I have to take the pregnancy test with me no chances no trails. I put it in a ziplock bag and shove it into my bags hidden inner pocket. I check the room making sure I leave no trace and check out, walking through the alley and back streets to the nearest bus stop onto the next motel. I’m rich I own a casino, hotel and high end apartment building, I had custom tailored suits and expensive cars. Now I wear sweats and ride the bus hiding from the guy who got me pregnant.
“Well baby, let’s get outta here before your other dad kills us both.”and leaves us in a ditch