"Have you been pregnant or given birth before?" Asked the doctor who was looking at me below her glasses while scribbling something down in the notebook. I shook my head. My legs are lifted in the hospital bed. They were done inspecting my vagina for any infection. Luckily none was found. I feared that maybe the doctor would conclude that I couldn't make it because I have been assaulted but that didn't happen, instead, she did everything and was happy after the inspection.
"Are you allergic to anything?" she added. I have never been allergic to anything. I am okay with everything unless I start having allergies right now. I shake my head to indicate that I am okay and nothing is bad with me. Done with the checking, I was allowed to climb down from the bed and put on my clothes before walking out.
Kendra gave me directions to where I was coming from. They didn't accompany me because she felt that it was going to be safe when I go on my own, plus someone might see her and start talking. I don't know anything about having a baby, I am still eighteen and when I see people with kids I have never developed any feelings about having one. I don't know how that is going to affect the one I will be carrying. It's just nine months and everything will be okay, what is there to be afraid of? I might as well give birth, get my cash and walk out of everyone's life for good. I put on my clothes and head out of the room. A paper is given out and the doctor schedules another appointment for me.
"The implantation will be done on Friday, come early. Then prepare yourself because there are chances that it may fail to work out and you will be asked to do it again."
Not my problem, as long as my ovary meets the sperm and I am good to go. Friday is my ovulation day, which is why the doctor suggested it. I pick everything and head out. I move discreetly to avoid meeting anyone whom I know around the place. There is no one, I don't know anyone in this part of town.
I walk outside and sit on one of the benches, the last time I was in a hospital, my mother was breathing her last breath. Not here but somewhere similar to this. She was in a support machine, which I get it nowadays. During those days, she had tubes all over her body and I had to question why she has them all over. My dad, on the other hand, had his body in bandages and I couldn't even see his face but I cried until I could see him. After walking out of the hospital, my life has never been the same. Things have been changing day in and out. That is the same place I am, not the same building, and my life is going to change again. I am going to be a mother of a baby that I would probably never see.
I hope this time if my life is going to change then it's going to change for good and not for worse the way it had been for the past twelve years. I am hoping for a good change that will make me happy.
I close my eyes and lift my head to the sky I open them and watch the sky turn blue, "mum, are you listening to me? Have you been watching me throughout? Please, just this one chance and I will be happy, I know nothing about surrogacy but I want to try everything out. I want to quench my thirst for education and have a good life. Please, send me a second guardian angel, I will be grateful."
"Your mum listens to you every day." My view was blocked by a black jacket and a tall figure that was placing his head on my face. I quickly stood up but his hands forced me down and I had to sit where I was. With a cap on his head and a pair of black trousers to hide his identity, he sat next to me.
Xander, he is here, I don't know how he knows that I am here but here he is, he wants to take his revenge? Please no, I do t want to feel that, I don't want to go through that.
He moved closer to me and sits down. I don't know why I sat in this secluded place. I would have sat next to that guard who is talking to another patient or I should have sat next to the doctors who are taking their lunch. Here, I am trapped.
His hands find their way next to my waist and squeeze my waist, I don't know why but I hope he is not going to squeeze the life out of me. I try to breathe in but my breathing is slowed down.
"Plea....se, I can.....n...t bre...t," I force myself to say that out and luckily he removes his hands and lets me breathe. I take in the fresh air and my body relaxed to accommodate it.
He parts my back and places my head on his thigh. What? Why is he doing this? This is an easy way to kill me and pretend that I was sleeping there. I try to lift my head but he presses it down forcing me to lie there.
Funny how I feel calm when I do this on his thighs. I don't think about anything else, just how relaxing it is. At the same time, I feel weird because I was responsible for the death of his born child.
"I am sorry, I am sorry I didn't mean to harm the baby, I didn't mean to let anything bad happen to the baby, I am sorry, Xander." His name came out as a whisper and my tears trickle down my body as they make his trouser wet but he didn't care.
His hands found my face, and he rubs them on my cheeks, wiping every tear from them carefully before letting his hands linger on my cheeks a little longer.
"It's okay, Vee, you don't have to cry about it. I know that you didn't mean for any of it. I mean you are just a humble girl with no bad intentions, why would you do that?"
What? I thought this is the man who wanted to kill me and chop my head off. Why is everything suddenly changing? Why is he not doing that? I lift my head and stare at him. My face is swollen from the little cry and my eyes are red now, " I thought you wanted to kill me?"
"Yeah, what do you think am here to do? Do you think you are that special? As much as you are fucking humble and beautiful, I want to choke the life out of you and bury you six feet under!" he shouted in a raw tone. The blood froze in my body, my hands became pale as my body stayed stiff without moving.
Look at me, how many times have I been fooled? How many days will I be fooled and taken advantage of? Was I even going to be a surrogate? Was I going to carry their baby or it was just a lure for him to get a good place to shoot my brains out?
The fresh tears started flowing down my cheeks, they started forming a stream as I sniffed and cried like a five-year-old baby who doesn't want to go to kindergarten.
"A....re... You ...doing....i...t....here?" I asked looking at my fingers. I wasn't sure how he was planning to end me, but their plan worked out. They looked for a good place. A place with no cameras or no people. This is where they are going to execute their plans.
"Ooh, my bad, are you crying now? Do you know how much I cried when I saw Kendra in pain? She couldn't move for a week and was just there." he paused and looked at the floor. His hands clasped together, while his legs were tapping on the floor. A good sign of irritation.
"No, I am not going to do it here, I am going to wait until that baby comes out. I want to see a face of my own, Vee, I didn't know that a baby would mean so much to me but I want to see the face of that baby. Maybe the prize will be for you to carry the baby just as Kendra said, so count yourself lucky, maybe your mama watches over you."
I breathed a sigh of relief, I am free and I have to do only one thing. I know it won't be hard because I am not a fan of babies, I will give them a baby and I will be out of their lives. I looked up and mumble a thank you to my mum, before looking at Xander, "thank you." Xander was not here, he was gone, just as he came in, he was all gone, he didn't even stick around. I tried to look around and just like that, disappeared. At least he is not going to kill me or harm me. I just need to make sure that fertilization happens.