Stricken Unveiled (Stricken Rock #2)
closing in on me. Get her away from me! I start to walk
away moving slowly against the wall. My eyes stay on her and that
scary needle. If she comes any closer I’m going to beat her
ass.
    “Ma’am I am going to give you this to calm
down.”
    I shake my head rapidly, eyes wide. I can’t
breathe.
    “Ma’am you’re hyperventilating. This will
calm you.”
    Oh my god! Why isn’t James or anybody helping
me? They’re retards. Don’t they know this could hurt the babies! Of
course they don’t, they’re dumb asses! I’m going to kill them after
this! I back away. She moves forward. Everyone is staring at
me.
    “Baby take the shot.” Johnathan coaxes.
    “Sir, I can have someone hold her down.” She
turns and says to him.
    The fuck she can!
    I glare at Stacy and James and I can’t catch
my breath, they aren’t doing a damn thing. Why are they doing this
to me?
    “Stacy!” I croak out of my throat. Finally! A
word.
    “Take it Emily, it will help. You need to
calm down.” He says gently.
    What the hell is wrong with these men! Are
they fucking morons?!
    She comes closer.
    I take in a deep breath and wipe my eyes that
are still flowing with warm salty tears.
    “Listen lady” I swallow hard my voice shaky.
“You can’t give me that.” I glance at the shot breathing faster.
Not enough oxygen. I need more. My body is shaking, sweat pouring
down the back of my neck. My hands moist. Damnit.
    “Ma’am you’re a danger to yourself, you are
having an anxiety attack” She speaks carefully and warmly.
    “If you give me that shot it will hurt my
babies!” I screech staring daggers at her and cover my belly
protectively. I’m like a fucking mother lion I will eat this bitch
alive if she touches me. I swear to god!
    She stops immediately. Johnathan’s eyes widen
and so does the rest of the group. This is so not how I wanted this
to come out.
    I fall to the ground. Stacy and James are
over next to me in a second and Johnathan falls to the ground right
where he stands.
    “Oh shit Emily I’m so sorry.” Stacy says
worried. “I didn’t think.” He smacks his head. “Please forgive
me.”
    “I can’t believe you!” I yell at him and
smack him on the arm “Or you!” I smack James too.
    “You motherfuckers almost allowed my babies
to get hurt!” I sob and hit them both again.
    The nurse makes her way over to me slowly. I
tense up and push against the wall. I have to get away from her.
“Don’t you fucking touch me.” I heave acid between breaths, eyes
wide, my hands clinched at my sides. I will hit her if I have
to.
    “Ma’am I’m very sorry I did not know you were
pregnant.” She says grief saturating her words.
    “It’s okay it’s our fault.” Stacy says
glancing at James. “You can go.”
    I peek around Stacy’s body and see Johnathan
on the floor his hands on his face.
    I take in a few deep breaths and wipe my
eyes.
    “You two go clean up the mess you made.” I
snap and point to where Johnathan is balled up on the floor.
    I can’t move. I suddenly feel very sleepy. I
need a nap. No what I really need is coffee…Oh, that
delicious caffeinated drink that I haven’t had in seven weeks. I
could really use one of those right about now. Or a whole bottle of
tequila. Which I can’t have either. So I guess I’m fucked.
    “I’ll take care of him.” Stacy says and
stands from his kneeling position. His knees creek as he walks over
towards Johnathan. James sits down beside me his back against the
wall.
    “I’m sorry I didn’t even think about the
babies.” He says softly and pats my leg. I put him on ignore. I’m
still angry with him and Stacy. This isn’t how Johnathan was
supposed to find out.
    “Johnathan.” Stacy says. He doesn’t move.
“Johnathan, look at me.”
    Johnathan removes his hands from his face.
His eyes are red, and he’s crying. He wipes his tears and looks up
at Stacy.
    “It is yours?” he whispers, his voice
hoarse.
    “Is what mine?”
    “Emily’s baby.”

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