Elena
Ava pulls up to my house and we make our way into the house. Avera welcomes us with a vast smile on her face. She seems overwrought and I could tell why. Being pregnant is entirely another anxiety on its own.
“Hey, honey where have you been all night and day?” She ambles out of the kitchen, planting a kiss on my cheek then she also kisses Ava on her cheek.
“Sorry I didn’t inform you, mom. I had to stay over at Ava’s place to do my assignment.” I tell her a straight lie. I know it’s bad but I can’t just tell her about the Quads since she isn’t aware from the beginning.
I don’t know where to start, so I shouldn’t mention it yet. If you can’t finish what you are about to start, then don’t even think of commencing it.
“Oh you should have informed me, honey. I was worried about you.” She mumbles as she turns her back to us, leading the way into the kitchen.
“Sorry, it was impromptu. I should have texted though, my bad.” I say as I crash on the couch when she asks us to. She begins to pour some cold juice into a mug, while she distributes it to me and Ava.
“Thanks mom, but you shouldn’t be doing that. We could have done that by ourselves. You are pregnant mom.” I put my mug on the table before I get up.
I get close to her, holding her carefully in her arms while I pull her back to sit on the couch. Pregnant women don’t need to do much work. We let her rest while we continued with the house cleaning. I walk up to my room after I saw Ava off. I’ve been exhausted so I fall to my bed and pass the fuck out.
When it is time for dinner, I go downstairs to serve myself some dinner but I see Mr. Callum in the sitting room with my mom. She has her head on his shoulder while he caresses her stomach softly. Like a caring man expecting his baby. If she is happy with him, then I’m okay with it.
From the tiredness I could see in her wrinkled eyes, she is sleepy but Mr. Callum is not. He is slowly massaging her head trying to put her to sleep. As I take the next step down the staircase, his eyes meet mine and I suddenly stop, to take a calm breath.
I know Avera has explained everything to me but I don’t know how to act in this situation, referring to my dad’s best friend as my stepdad.
“You shouldn’t keep standing there, Elena. Take a seat,” he says, my heart drums a little. I didn’t expect him to speak. I expected the silence to just fill the room.
“No thanks, I came to have dinner. I will head back to my room.” I gag slowly, as I try to avoid eye contact with him but I feel his gaze burning into my skin.
When Avera heard my voice, she lift her head off him. “I think you two need to talk. I will head to my room. I need to have some sleep.” Avera notices the tension on my face, so she smiles at me and put a hand on my back calm my nerves.
“Uhm…no, mom. There’s nothing to talk about.” I stutter a little as I catch her hand before she takes it off my shoulder.
She laughs nicely, taking my hands in hers as she rubs them gently. ” You two need to talk, just as we both have sorted out our differences. The two of you need that as well.”
“Uhm…”
He interrupts.
“Yes, Elena. We need that.” His voice is deep, and he says it in a way I didn’t find welcoming at all.
“Mom, instead let me help you to your room. I think you need support because you look pretty tired.” I try to switch to another topic because the idea of speaking with him doesn’t sit right with me. The more I think about it, the more I have goosebumps on my skin.
“Elena I can do that myself, talk with him,” She taps me on my arms again before she walks past me through the staircase. “Honey, take care of this.” She tells him, in a hushed voice.
I’m nervous. I don’t know where to begin so I drop my gaze down. I saunter down the stairs as I find myself in the kitchen, but I sense him coming behind me.
“Elena.” He calls and I pause my steps but I don’t turn back to him yet. My knees are a little shaky. I don’t know why it doesn’t feel right to be alone with him.
He just wants to talk Elena, give him the chance, I preach to myself. I shut my eyes close as I slightly sigh before turning back to him.
“You don’t need to explain anything to me, I understand perfectly. Mom explained to me already.” I mutter without looking at his face. I feel him laughing. It is weird but I don’t want to think about why he is laughing because I didn’t say anything funny.
“I do need to show you something as well.” he starts to speak very softly as he slowly takes his steps forward toward me.
“Show me what? That you have your best friend’s wife pregnant? Are you guilty? Don’t worry you don’t have to. I forgive you.” When I ask if he feels guilty, it was a sarcasm to his utterance or to whatever he wanted to show me.
“Guilty? ” he scoffs as he chuckles, still weirdly. He picks only ‘guilty’ out of all I said to him.
“Do one feel guilty when they are achieving their goals?” he chuckles again, this time a little darkly.
“Goal?” My lips shake as I repeat in confusion. He is still moving towards me, and I am stepping backwards, also in fright. His words seem a little frightening and confusing. “What fucking aim are you talking about?!” I yell as my hips touches the cabinet. I realize I have reached the end, no space to move backwards.
“Don’t yell…” he says as though it is a warning. His eyes are now horrifying and I’m wondering what goal he is talking about.
“Do you even fucking love my mom?” I ask, looking at his eyes with fear.
His eyes look treacherous and he doesn’t show he is the same man I used to know then, as my dad’s best friends.
“And if I don’t, what the fuck will you do?” his voice is devilish as he stops in front of me. I immediately hold my breath to stop breathing, for several seconds. Beads of sweat show up on my forehead.
“W-what do you mean?” My stomach sink as my brow climbs up my face. “What is your plan, Mr. Callum? You made her sell my dad’s house. You got her pregnant and brought us to this damn house. What the heck do you mean by that Callum?” I’m breathing hell.
“Shut the fuck up, Elena. I wonder why she stopped hating you. You are a piece of shit that deserves to be hated forever.” He steps into me, grabbing me by my neck.
My heart is pounding as I yell out, “My mom never hated me!” I cry out and I’m crying. I’m confused about what he is saying. My mom doesn’t hate me, and I deserve my mom’s love. She told me she never hated me. What is this man saying now?
” Don’t you dare say one more word, or else-” he shuts up as he tightens his grip around my neck. I want to scream but he is squeezing the air out of my lungs.
“Help…” he presses my neck tighter and no words can’t escape from my lips. There is only one way I can scream for help and this is by using the mating bond.
I scream, but I don’t get a sign of feedback. He is pressing me harder and I am about to black out when I hear a kick from behind him. He is suddenly knocked down.
I don’t see who just did that, as I am trying to catch my breath. I’m coughing so hard.
“Who is he? How dare he touch you?” Daniel’s eyes is bloodshot. He breathes hell as he asks in anger. I gulp down water to relax. I notice it was my mate that knocked him down.
A little hint of happiness comes up in my mind, but the angry part of me suddenly consumes it.
“Don’t kill him, please. He is my stepfather.” I want to purge out as I call him my stepfather but I have to because I don’t trust what he would do to him now that he is unconscious. For my mom’s sake, nothing should happen to him.
“He tried to hurt you,” he grumbles, as he looks at him knocked out on the floor.
Thank goodness, mom is already asleep. She doesn’t need to be aware of this. It won’t be healthy for her.
“I’m not hurt.” I lie because I don’t need his help. I don’t know how he suddenly even came but I’m happy he did at the right time.