02-07-2018, 10:11 PM
(This post was last modified: 02-08-2018, 08:03 AM by thoughtless.)
Garret ran his hand over his rounded belly, tracing the pattern of kicks made by the child within. He stared blankly at the wall.
You were supposed to feel something when you were carrying, weren't you? Some sort of emotion? A connection? Excitement?
Garret didn't. The only thing he felt was annoyed. Annoyed that this thing was disrupting his life. Annoyed that it had taken over his body. Annoyed that he wasn't exactly sure what was happening or what to do about it.
It would have been easier just to end it, he supposed, but that would have involved doctors and hospital visits, and the chance of being found out. Hiding it had seemed like the best option. At the moment he wasn't so sure.
The ring of his cellphone startled him back from his thoughts and he grimaced as he pulled it from his back pocket. The name on the caller display read 'Emanuel Franco'.
"Shit."
He cleared his throat before answering the call.
"Franco! Havent heard from you in awhile. What can I do for ya?"
He shifted in his seat.
"No, no. Deal's still on. Just taking a bit of a vacation out of the office. All work and no play and all that."
He listened.
"Really... well, I told the boys to call you. Give you the run down. Someone's getting fired when I get back."
He nodded, giving his most persuasive performance.
"No need to worry. Nothing's changed. Buyouts going through. My guys have all the records ready. We're committed and doing everything we can to--"
He rolled his eyes at the interruption.
"Manny, we got this. You have my word. You got my number if you need anything. Just ring me and i'll get it done."
He rubbed his forehead.
"Promise. Everything's taken care of....really. I promise. Okay. Any time. Okay. Alright. You got it. Have a good one.
He tossed the phone into the bed.
"Jesus Christ."
Like always, he had to everything himself. He looked around the room.
"Fuck it."
He pulled a towel from the hook on the door and headed toward the pool.
You were supposed to feel something when you were carrying, weren't you? Some sort of emotion? A connection? Excitement?
Garret didn't. The only thing he felt was annoyed. Annoyed that this thing was disrupting his life. Annoyed that it had taken over his body. Annoyed that he wasn't exactly sure what was happening or what to do about it.
It would have been easier just to end it, he supposed, but that would have involved doctors and hospital visits, and the chance of being found out. Hiding it had seemed like the best option. At the moment he wasn't so sure.
The ring of his cellphone startled him back from his thoughts and he grimaced as he pulled it from his back pocket. The name on the caller display read 'Emanuel Franco'.
"Shit."
He cleared his throat before answering the call.
"Franco! Havent heard from you in awhile. What can I do for ya?"
He shifted in his seat.
"No, no. Deal's still on. Just taking a bit of a vacation out of the office. All work and no play and all that."
He listened.
"Really... well, I told the boys to call you. Give you the run down. Someone's getting fired when I get back."
He nodded, giving his most persuasive performance.
"No need to worry. Nothing's changed. Buyouts going through. My guys have all the records ready. We're committed and doing everything we can to--"
He rolled his eyes at the interruption.
"Manny, we got this. You have my word. You got my number if you need anything. Just ring me and i'll get it done."
He rubbed his forehead.
"Promise. Everything's taken care of....really. I promise. Okay. Any time. Okay. Alright. You got it. Have a good one.
He tossed the phone into the bed.
"Jesus Christ."
Like always, he had to everything himself. He looked around the room.
"Fuck it."
He pulled a towel from the hook on the door and headed toward the pool.
