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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
It only takes one little night to change your life... and it's not always in a good way...

Submitted: August 22, 2013

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Submitted: August 22, 2013



The sun descended on the horizon, making at the same time her heart sank in total darkness. She unlocked the door of the apartment she shared with her boyfriend for five years. Inside, everything was dark. A death silence reigned in every part of the huge apartment she had decorated when she was looking for a job. Outside, the rain threatened to fall soon. The wind grew in strength.

The young woman entered the room and saw that the closet door was wide open. With a sigh showing all her exhaustion, she went to the closet to close it without undue haste. Then she turned back to open the lamp and chase the gloom. Turning around, she gasped in surprise. All dresser drawers appeared to have been opened in a big hurry. Frowning, she walked slowly, as if she was afraid that something attacked her. She put her hands to her lips, horrified. She ran to the closet and opened it suddenly, on the verge of tears.

“Oh my God…” she moaned, dropping on the unmade bed.

He was gone. He took all his stuff before she came back of work and he was gone. He left after five years together. How could he do such a thing to her? He was the only man she had been able to love regardless of past events.

The phone rang, making her jump. Taking her wits, she literally threw herself over, hoping that it was him.


“Hi Kristie!” her best friend exclaimed joyfully. “Did you just come back?”

The young woman sank back down on the bed with a sigh. It wasn’t him. Where was he now? With his friends? She was shaken by his decision and sudden split up? Was there any remorse from him? She shook her head.

“Not for very long.”

“You don’t seem to want to talk to me. Am I wrong?”

“It’s just that… I thought it was someone else…”

She stood up abruptly. Maybe her friend new where he was. Surely she could tell him everything and arrange their relationship. She smiled at this thought. She didn’t tell her he was gone, but she could perhaps question without telling her the real reason.

“Would you know where Mike is?”

“No,” Patricia said, “I haven’t seen him. He’s not with you?”

“I wouldn’t ask you the question if it was the case.”

Chuckle at the other end of the line.

“That makes sense. But no, I don’t know where he is.”

“Is Brad with you?”

“No. He’s out with his friends, I guess. He left me a message. Not you? He must be with Brad. You wanted to ask him something?”

Yes, why did you get the fuck out of here without allowing us to discuss? She shook her head, hiding her face in her hands. She couldn’t tell Patricia before knowing what was really happening. But she was in tears and she didn’t want to be alone.

“No. I don’t think he left a note, but I just wanted to know if he intended to return later.”

“Don’t wait for him. He’ll come back.”

“Yes, I know.”

“You seemed tired. Go to sleep before your prince charming will come back. I’ll call you later tomorrow, okay?”

“Yes. See you later.”

“Good night.”

She dropped the phone and burst into tears. No, he will not come back tonight or the night after. You know why? He dumped me. He took his stuff and left. Her shoulders were shaking with sobs and she couldn’t breathe. She choked and seemed on the verge of panic. The young woman went back on their feet and ran to the balcony to breath fresh air. The rain had begun to fall, but she didn’t care about it. She was hurt. She suffered because the man of her life left.

* * * * *

It was almost two in the morning, but the young woman didn’t want to return home. Just thinking about the loneliness that was waiting for her made her feel so miserable. Her little world had collapsed in a few minutes. Sitting at the bar, she had swallowed her fifth glass of whiskey on ice. She looked in front of her without really seeing anything. The bartender served her another drink, a small smile on his lips. Frowning, the young woman looked at him, questioning him with a glance. He shrugged her shoulders and said:

“From the man at the back of the room offers this drink.”

“Tell him thank you.”

She had just finished her drink when a hand landed on her shoulder, snatching a little cry. Her best friend was in front of her, wet hair stuck on her thin face. She seemed sad. Brad probably had dumped her too. Her mind was muddled by alcohol.

“Can I help you?”

“Why you didn’t say anything to me?” Patricia cried, frowning. “You know I’m always there for you. Why did you keep this story all to yourself?”

“Stop it! You make me dizzy!”

“Answer me!”

“What was your first question?”

Her friend heavily felt down on the bench beside her and looked her straight in the eyes.

“Brad told me everything.”

“About what?”

“I know what happened today. I know that Mike left you. Brad spent a small part of the evening with him. I will always be there for you, you know that.”

“Don’t worry for me. I will survive all this. Now I know that love is never eternal…”

And she burst into tears, striking her forehead on the bar. She had a sudden urge to vomit. She fell on the ground. Patricia crouched beside her and tried to help her. A tall man came to help and offered to drive her home. Patricia refused, saying she could take care of it, but she asked him to stay with her friend by the time she came back with the car. He replied by offering him his best smile.

“That’s very kind of you.”

She left the bar, running.

* * * * *

It was still raining outside when she opened her eyes. She wasn’t feeling very well. She wanted to vomit and her forehead seemed painful, split in two parts. She straightened painfully on her elbows and looked around. She was in her apartment. She heard a slight noise from the kitchen. What had happened? Who made so much noise? I thought Mike was gone… She awkwardly ran to the kitchen. It wasn’t Mike but Patricia who had spent the night with her. She could smell food. Without further ado, she locked herself in the bathroom to vomit all that was left in her stomach. Patricia leaned against the door, crossing her arms over her chest. She noticed the state her friend was.

“Are you okay?”

“Oh… I’ve got a terrible headache…” the young woman moaned, putting her hand to her forehead. “I don’t feel well…”

“I have no doubt.”

“What are you talking about?”

Patricia helped her friend getting back on her feet while explaining what happened last night. They went into the living room and sat down on the sofa. Everything was clear in her mind still muddled by alcohol. Mike has really left. Her heart struggled in her chest. She finally burst into tears, unable to hold back any longer.

“Everything will be okay,” Patricia answered, attracting her closer.

“He… he’s gone…”

“I know, Kristie. But it’s not so terrible”

“Why did he left?”

“I don’t know, but he must have a good reason to do so. Did you have some different?”

The young woman shook her head.

“Patricia, I did everything for him… I love him so much…”

She pulled away suddenly to vomit again in the toilet. She was about to flush when she closed her eyes and fell on the floor. Stinging pain radiated from her belly. She clutched her stomach, moaning in pain.


Blood flowed from her nose. Patricia began to panic. She didn’t know what to do to help her. She knelt beside her friend and noticed a small drawstring of her lips. Horrified, she ventured a look into the bowl. She rushed to the phone and dialed the emergency number. An ambulance arrived a few minutes later and transported Kristie to the hospital. The doctor did pass a bunch of tests to identify her discomfort. He found nothing wrong, but noticed that blood had seeped into her stomach. He had to clean the stomach. When he signed her out the next day, the doctor said he would have the results within a week.

“I’ll call you.”

Patricia had come to seek her at the hospital. She had to take care of Kristie while she rested. She received doctor’s orders to stay home and sleep. Patricia visited her almost every day.

* * * * *

The week slowly passed. Kristie slept about fourteen hours a day and ate practically nothing. Patricia came to see her as often as she could, by preparing good meal every time. Her friend seemed to have a big loss of appetite. She also lost a lot of weight.

It was almost four o’clock when Kristie received the call from the doctor. He explained that something had perforated the stomach, but everything was back to normal before she left the hospital.

“But it’s not all.”

“What else?”

“I allowed you to pass a final blood test to make sure you were in perfect health.”

She frowned.

“Oh yeah? Which one?”

“A pregnancy test. You’re pregnant. Congratulations!”

Kristie closed her eyes, feeling tears slide down her cheeks. She thanked him with a shaky voice. When she finally hung up, she burst into tears. Patricia arrived with a tray of tea and a plate of grapes. She placed the tray on the coffee table and fell on the sofa beside her to comfort her. She waited until her friend was calmer and asked what was happening.

“I’m pregnant…”

* * * * *

A gentle breeze blew on her thinned face as she walked in the street. It was almost noon and the sun warmed her white skin. Hands in her pockets, she knew exactly where she was going. She entered a garage and sadly smiled at the attendant who watched. He told her to turn right. She came to a vehicle mounted on a large steel substrate.

“Hello Michael,” she said.

A man came out of the small underground compartment and looked at the young woman, visibly surprised to see her.


“You don’t expect to see me, isn’t it?”

“No… How are you?”

“Good. Mike, I’m pregnant.”

He suddenly froze before shaking her head. He turned towards her, wiping her hands on a cloth.

“It’s not mine.”

“How can you say that?”

“I’m telling you it’s not mine.”

She crossed her arms over her chest, mad with rage. He’s only thinking about himself! He’s accusing me of cheating! She stared in his eyes.

“It’s yours.”

“No. It’s impossible.”

Mike began to be agitated. His face was red and tapped his foot so impatient. Kristie wisely waited him to quiet, but he seemed unable to do so. She asked him what he meant by impossible. He mumbled something that the young woman was unable to understand. She asked him to repeat another voice.

“I’m sterile, Kristie.”

The young woman’s heart stopped beating when a node formed in her stomach. Sterile?

“How do you know that?”

“I took a test without telling you. I… I wanted to marry you and start a family, but… It will not happen because I’m sterile.”

“Why didn’t you told me all this before?”

“You were talking about having children. I got scared and I decided to go… I don’t want you to get ideas. I had no choice.”

“You could have told me!”

“I knew you wanted kids!”

She frowned. So, who’s the father?

* * * * *

“There must be a logical explanation,” Patricia said, settling near her friend on the sofa.

“What happened?”

“Nobody can get pregnant by miracle!”

“I talked with the doctor for an explanation. He didn’t look convinced.”

Patricia asked her to explain a little. Kristie licked her lips before reporting the conversation. The doctor told her she wasn’t pregnant for several weeks, but only a few hours.

“That’s… impossible…”

“I know.”

“So did you…”

“No! I haven’t cheated on Mike! I love him, remember? I could never do that to him.”

Patricia threw a glance at her watch and jumped to her feet. Her friend looked at her walking towards the door without understanding what was happening.

“I have an appointment so I’ve got to go. I’ll call you later.”

“Okay. Be careful.”

Then, Kristie was alone in her apartment. She walked slowly to the balcony, chills going down her spine. She felt alone and sad. She couldn’t explain what had happened, but something was wrong. She was pregnant without knowing who the father was. The young woman was about to open the sliding door when she heard a knock at the door. She turned toward the hall, frowning. She walked over to the peephole asking the person to identify himself. She was unable to see his face, but a shudder ran down her spine again. She had the strange impression of having seen him somewhere.

You can let me in, you know. Don’t be afraid of me.

Kristie suddenly retreated, frightened. Who was this man? She heard a voice in her head and she wondered if she had imagined it.

“What do you want?” she asked, uncertain.

The stranger looked at her, causing a new wave of shivers down her spine. She stepped back from the door, sweaty hands. Who was it?

You know who I am.

Panic rose in her, but she thought where she had already seen him. The bar where she had spent the evening when Mike had left. She remembered him now. He stayed with her while Patricia went to get the car to take her home. Before, he offered her a drink that made her sick the next day. Alcohol had a bitter taste and she felt dizzy afterwards. He took her into a dark alley while they were alone and he had fucked her leaning on the cold brick wall. He fucked her while she was barely conscious. He took the opportunity…

He was the father of her child.

You’ve got to let me in. You need me so he can live and be healthy. Let me in.

She put her hands to her ears and screamed so she won’t hear voices in her head. Leaning against the door, she slipped to the ground and curled up on herself, her knees up under her chin. Kristie started crying, wondering what happened to her. She kept her hands over her ears, repeating that she had a horrible dream.

Let us in. We are the only ones who can help you understand what is happening. We must go in and we’ll take a look at you.

“You don’t exist!” she yelled. “I’m asleep! I’m having a nightmare!”

Suddenly she noticed that her knees didn’t touch her shoulders. She lowered her eyes to see her belly. It had grown, as if she carried the child for several months. But she didn’t feel anything. A sudden cramp tore her belly, making her scream in pain. Tears of despair rolled down her cheeks.

“Help me…” she moaned.

We came to help you. You need us and we need you for the child.

“No!” the young woman cried writhing in pain. “I don’t want this child!”

Within the scope of suffering, she dug her nails into her flesh. The balcony door opened suddenly and some men entered in the apartment. They approached Kristie. Their lips weren’t moving, but she could hear what they were saying.

Something is wrong.

Do you think she’ll die before birth?

There’s a good chance.

Should we save her?

I don’t think so…

Kristie uttered a horrible cry before her guts spilled on the carpet of her apartment.

I don’t think the human race can carry our children.

We need to find another race.


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