fantasty kiss by raj say hello (smart ebook reader TXT) 📖

wasn’t meant to be answered. At least, I didn’t think it was. “He’ll pay for this. I’ll make sure of it. His ass with be thrown in jail for this. What kind of teacher…a perverted son a bitch. Who does he think he is….did he think he was the exception to the law? Taking advantage of you like that? I’ll see too it he doesn’t bother you, I promise.”
He stroked my hair and I closed my eyes, suddenly tired. He couldn’t send Devin away. It wasn’t just his fault. I loved him.
“I know you think you do,” my father stated. I opened my eyes. Had I said that aloud? “But he took advantage of you. You’re a minor and he should have known better.”
“Don’t,” I said closing my eyes again. “I loved him.”
He sighed and his hand that had stroked my hair was removed. “I know…get some sleep, bud.”
I didn’t. All I could think was that my father was going to send Devin to jail for something we both had a hand in. He lied to me but I didn’t want to see him locked away. I didn’t want to see him at all, but I didn’t want him to go to jail.
My father sat with me while I lied there, eyes closed for I don’t know how long. The nurse came back in with the warm heating blanket during this time and after a while someone else came in.
“Mr. Bungah?” The man asked.
I could hear my father stand. “What’s wrong?”
The new man sighed. “Well, we’ve run a few test on your daughter and along with the result we received yesterday afternoon, I’ve got a bit of bad news. Layla is very malnourished. Her body hasn’t been getting the nourishment it needs to produce energy for her and the two fetuses she’s carrying. I’m surprised she lasted this long.”
“What are you saying? She’s having twins?”
“Yes, if we can get enough substance in her, run a few more test, keep her warm. Yes, hopefully she will be having one healthy baby.”
“What do you mean by one?”
“Well, after looking at some of her test results we found there’s an abnormal growth on one of her ovaries. After further investigation we found it’s a Dermoid cyst. It’s located on the side where the male has taken route. If we act now we can remove it before it causes any further damage.” My father didn’t say anything so the doctor continued.“Normally mothers bodies can protect the fetus against different things, the Depo shot she received a few weeks ago may not affect the children but that is something we just don’t know for sure. They seem to be doing alright for her condition but they are smaller than we’d like for her to be in the middle of her second trimester. The boy is surprisingly smaller than the female and he, at the moment, is our main concern.”
“What do we need to do?”
“Just keep an eye on her. There’s nothing you can really do at the moment. We’ll book an OR for her and remove the cyst. But under no circumstances is she to be stressed. It’s a miracle this thing hasn’t burst or caused her any server problems.”
My father took hold of my hand. “Do it. Do whatever you have to do to help my daughter.”
“We will.” I heard as he left the room and my father sat.
He wiped away the tears that I didn’t know were falling from my eyes. He shushed me, trying to calm me down but I couldn’t. This was all my fault.
I could have prevented all of this, all the heartache, the lies, even this pregnancy if I would have just kept away from Devin.
“It’s okay,” my father soothed. “Relax, everything’s going to be okay.”
I opened my eyes and stared at him. This shocked him. “You heard him?”
I didn’t answer him.
“Layla, I need you to talk to me. Explain to me what’s been going on these last few months.”
Again, I didn’t answer him.
“Do you not want to talk to me? Is that it? Is there something I can get for you?”
I averted my eyes, not able to stand his pleading look. Instead I looked at the wall.
He stood and paced in front of my bed for while. He paced until the doctors came in quite a while later. There were no windows around me, and no clocks so I didn’t know what time it was exactly.
When they said they were going to give me a shot in the hip to numb me a bit, my father looked at me. I didn’t care. I was beginning to hurt again anyway.
They took me away from my father a few minutes later and if I was being honest, I was a scared.
They put a mask on my face once we had gotten to our destination but it wasn't like the ones they were wearing. There's were surgical while mine was to help me sleep.
“Alright, Layla. This won’t take long.” I recognized his voice as being the doctor who explained things to my father. “I want you to breathe deeply and count back from one hundred, okay? It’ll all be over soon.”
I did what I was told and within a few seconds everything went dark.
“How are you holding up?” Rebecca asked waking me a bit.
It took a moment for my eyes focus but when they did I realized I was no longer in the room surrounded by doctors. My body no longer hurt but I chopped that up to the drugs they probably pumped into me. I opened my eyes and saw that my father was still seated next to me, still in the same clothes from hours before. I half expected him to go home but I knew he wouldn’t. He was too worried about me.
“She won’t talk to me,” said my father a bit disappointed. “I don’t…I don’t know what to do.”
“It’s after eight, go home. Get something to eat.” Rebecca told him. “I’ll keep an eye on her.”
He looked at me for moment then stood, placing a hand on mine for a moment.
“He doesn’t get to see her.” He snarled. “Got it? He comes nowhere near my daughter.”
Rebecca took my father’s place sitting next to me. Her red hair was pulled into a tight bun at the top of her head and the black dress she wore clearly wasn’t suited for winter.
Once my father left the room she spoke.
“You have to talk sometime, Layla.” She commented. “You can’t just lock down what you’re feeling.”
Who the hell was she to tell me what I was feeling? She was lucky I wasn’t screaming about her affair to the high heavens. She had no right to be telling me to speak.
I never looked directly at her.
“So…you know. Don’t you?” Now I looked at her. “You can’t tell your father.”
I don’t know why I expected any sympathy out of her, we didn’t have that type of relationship.
“We are finally getting past this whole Miller thing and if he knew I was sleeping with Devin…it’s been weeks, Layla. I haven’t slept with him in weeks. I haven’t cheated in weeks.”
She kept repeating it like it made a difference. Regardless of the time frame she still cheated. They still slept together when Devin was sleeping with me. That made me sick to my stomach. Just to think about them naked together, holding each other-
I closed my eyes tight to get rid of that image.
“Can I trust you to not tell your father?” She asked. “It would kill him if he knew. Not to mention he’d kill Devin.”
I don’t know why I cared what happened to him anymore but I did. I’d keep their secret. For my father’s sake, I’d keep this whole thing to myself.
I nodded meekly, answering her question.
“I misjudged you, Layla. Well, I knew you were a slut from the get go, but you are trustworthy. I’ll give you that much.”
If that was her way of making me feel better or her attempt at a compliment, she failed miserably.
“He’s sitting in the waiting room,” she said after a moment. “I wasn’t exactly sure who he was seeing, but I was certain he loved her if he was willing to sleep with me to stay here. I never would have guessed…” She gave a curt laugh. “Moron. He just didn’t know when to say no.”
I wanted to scream at her to shut up but the happy medicine they had me one prevented me from getting too upset with her.
She leaned back in the chair and turned on the television. I turned my head, not wanting to watch her sit there and act so calmly.
My father came back later that night wearing a fresh set of clothes.
“Anything?” He asked.
“Not a word.”
His face held a slight red tint to it. “Has she eaten?”
“They said she’s not supposed to. Not until tomorrow. She can have ice chips though, to keep her hydrated.”
Yeah, that was fun. Eating ice chips then having to pee them off every half hour. To be honest I wanted it to be like the time I had my tonsils taken out. I wanted ice-cream. Hell, I wanted a burger. Now that I was actually hungry, I couldn’t eat.
He nodded and walked over to me. “He wanted me to give you this.”
My father opened my hand and placed the locket Devin had gotten me for my birthday in my palm. I put a hand to my neck and realized that it was indeed gone. It must have broken somehow. I remembered having it before I went into the water but after...things were a bit of a blur.
“He’s still down there?” Rebecca asked incredulous.
He nodded, face flushing again. “I could kill him.”
“Well, that’s not going to solve anything. They both made mistakes. We’re all human. They made a mistake. You can’t be angry with her over something so human in nature.”
“I’m not angry with her. He’s her teacher for Christ sake. He’s eight years older than her. Eight years older than you, Layla.” He looked at me. “What you two have done is…it’s-”
“It’s done. It’s happened and there’s nothing to be done about it now.” Rebecca cut my father off. “Unless, you want to terminate the pregnancy.”
I looked at my father pleadingly.
“Of course not.” He spat. “Those are my grandkids in there. Despite the stupid decisions the parents made, I wouldn’t take it out on them. We’ll figure this thing out.”
“Well, you do that,” Rebecca said standing. “But I’m hungry. I’m going to pick up dinner. Do you want anything.”
My father shook his head. “I can’t eat, not when she’s like this.”
“Layla?” She asked smiling and tilting her head to the side. “Do you want anything?”
“That’s not funny.” My father mumbled.
She shrugged. “Just trying to get a rise out of her.”
When she left my father closed the blinds in my room then took her seat. I didn’t look at him, but looked at the locket he placed in my hand. I let it slide from my grasp as I turned my back on it.
“He really hurt you didn’t he?” He asked and I closed my eyes. “You loved him and he hurt you. Tell me what he did, maybe I could help.”
He couldn’t. There was nothing he could do to help the situation. Then it hit me. He’d wanted to help Rebecca and his situation, to move us away from all of the pain and bad memories. That’s