“So Melissa, I think you should know how evil I am before you and that bastard visit your grandfathers. My ex-girlfriend cheated on me with plenty different guys. I knew what was going on when I left for work every morning but I acted as if I didn’t know, until it was too much to handle. You know, feelings are like a sponge absorbing water, there comes a time where it can no longer grip any amount of water then it will drip. When I can no longer tolerate gibberish I make sure it disappears. So I killed and buried her where no one would ever suspect.”

He paused a little and looked me in the eyes and continued.

“So tell me, what could possibly stop me from killing both of you?” he asked.

I didn’t respond.

“When my son died I thought my world had come to an end. I wanted to kill myself. I had no hope left in me until I met you. You made me see the world differently and when the doctor said you were pregnant I knew that God had answered my prayers. What I didn’t know was that the devil I once called my wife was carrying someone else’s child!”

In that moment I could feel my pants getting wet and that could mean one thing.

“My water just broke,” I said terrified, hoping he would release me.

“Oh it’s time we deliver him, start pushing Mel Mel!” he laughed out so loud.

“Please untie me Jas…per,” I could feel slight contractions.

“Melissa, you will suffer till deat…” I heard the doorbell.

“Here please he…” he slapped me so hard that I fell with the chair and became dizzy.

“Melissa hang in there, I am coming!” it was Brad.

I knew he would come around. We were supposed to leave that day and it turned out that he emailed me all the details last night and Jasper read everything while I was asleep. That was where he got all the information about our departure and the baby saga.

I don’t know how but Brad managed to break the door and got in meanwhile Jasper was upstairs.

“Hur…ry, he’s comi…ng ba…ck,” I said.

He cut off the cable tie and carried me. As we were approaching the door I felt something hard hitting my head and I recall hearing gunshots. That’s as far as I remember. The next thing I remember was me lying in bed unable to move.

“Doctor, I think she’s back…” a lady’s voice said.

This doctor came rushing to me.

“Hello, miss, do you know your name?” he asked.

“Mel,” I said with a very low voice. I doubt he heard what I said.

“Come again, miss?”

“Where is my child? Did he make it?” my memory was back now. “I want my son, where is he?” I wanted to sit but they stopped me, saying I wasn’t strong enough.

They told me that two men were found dead in my house when the ambulance arrived. And I was insentient but they managed to take out the baby. It had to stay in the nursery for couple of weeks to run some test on him since there was too much internal bleeding. What brought me to tears was that I was in a comma for three weeks, which meant I lost almost a month without spending time with my first born.

Investigation found Jasper’s fingerprints on the gun but there were still some questions I was required to answer. But it didn’t matter, all I wanted to see was my baby. A nurse came holding him and gave him to me. Our souls just cohered but I knew somehow, someday, he was going to ask about his father and I would have to reiterate the story all over again…

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