Bad luck for them but good luck for others

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Thrillers  |  House: Booksie Classic
Sometimes bad luck just keeps falling over and over on the same person.

Submitted: August 24, 2013

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Submitted: August 24, 2013

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The rain fell with a crash against the living room window of her small apartment. She felt really alone. Her husband was away on a business trip, but he was supposed to get back before the weekend. She heaved a deep sigh, resting her head against her arm. She stood up and filled up the bathtub with hot water and bubbles. The young woman untied her hair before slipping under the warm water. She put the cordless phone and a glass of juice near the tub.

She jumped when she heard the phone ringing. Some juice fell on her chest, causing her to scream. She reached to answer. Her voice trembled, unable to believe the words she just heard.

“Lightning struck the device and the pilots have done everything to prevent the plane from crashing… We are sorry to inform you that your…”

She dropped her glass, let it crashed on the ground. Tears slid down the cheeks of the young woman before she lost consciousness while still in the bathtub.

* * * * *

He sat comfortably on a chair while she looked for the hundredth time the test results. She jumped up and threw the file on the dining room table, groaning.

“It’s your fault!” she spat, crossing her arms over her chest. “If you hadn’t celebrated so much in your youth, maybe we wouldn’t have this problem!”

“Calm down! What I did doesn’t concern you. I was young and I didn’t care at all. Your reprimands wouldn’t change anything to the fact that…”

“I can’t believe we don’t have a child because of you!”

He got up to take her in his arms, but she disengaged herself with a quick movement and went to the window at a rapid pace.

“We’ll find another solution.”

She turned towards him, glaring at him.

“We’ve got to have a child if we want the legacy!” she cried. “Do you understand what I’m saying?”

“There are other ways.”

“You’re sterile!”

“Perhaps, but there’s always adoption or surrogacy…”

“Don’t make fun of me.”

“But I’m serious.”

“As if we were going to pay a woman to carry OUR heir for nine months. Don’t be so ridiculous!”

“There are women who are paid to do that, you know. It’s their job, so to speak. The price may be high but it’s worth a try…”

“I don’t want to pay a woman who is incapable of having a real job.”

She watched the crowd walking on the sidewalk when a thought flashed across her mind. Her eyes followed a young woman who seemed very nervous.

“I have an idea,” she said.

“Which is?”

She turned to him, a huge smile on her lips. She replaced her jacket and took some stuff which was getting on her nerves.

“You’re going to seduce this woman.”

“What? But who are you talking about?”

“I know that she works for me and she’s pregnant. I’ll check it before. Then you’ll seduce her.”

“You’re completely lost your mind.”

“I’ll tell you my plan.”

* * * * *

The doctor took her into his office, a huge smile on his lips. He motioned to sit in an armchair and he did the same. He said nothing, but the young woman was shaking without understanding why. She had to know whether she simply dreamed about it.

“How do you feel today?” he asked her.

“A little smeared.”

“This is quite normal because you’re pregnant, Mrs. .Barnabas. Congratulations!”

“Thank you…”

This short conversation echoed in her head like a bad joke. She was expecting a child, HIS child. The one he will never know. It’s been now four days she heard the news and she still didn’t know how she should react. Bryan had left a souvenir before dying. What could she do? She sat at her desk and dropped into her chair, almost in tears. She didn’t want to work today. She looked at the files in front of her computer and signed.

“Amanda?” a small voice said behind her.

She turned to Erick Frost, a faint smile on her lips. She asked him what he wanted, her eyes confused.

“Carole wants to see you.”

Amanda frowned. Her boss wanted to see her? What could she have done so terrible to attract the attention of Carole? She never wanted to see her employees, except to sack them. Oh… my God… She wants to fire me… She moaned, rising. Slowly, she passed in front of Mrs. Dawson’s secretary. The latter told her with a gloomy voice that Carole was waiting. Amanda wanted to die on the spot not to set foot in her boss’s office. She opened the door quietly.

“Are you Amanda Barnaby?”

“Yes…” the young woman moaned. “You want to see me, Mrs. Dawson?”

“Indeed. I learned that you are pregnant.”

Who could have told her? Nobody knows yet. The news about Bryan’s death quickly circulated and people in the office suspected they were trying to have a child. Amanda came to understand how the news of her pregnancy had reached Carole Dawson’s ears. Her boss could hear everything that was going on within the walls of her company. Then it was quite natural that she knows this stuff.

“It’s true.”

“Well, I have a proposal for you. I don’t know who the father of your child is, but I think he’s no longer of this world. Is it true?”

“He… he died…”

“Whatever. I want to offer you to keep your child and gave birth to it. In exchange, you get a larger sum of money. What do you think?”

“I… I beg your pardon?”

“Surrogate mother, you know what is it?”

“Yes, of course, but…”

“I know that surrogate mothers usually receive an amount going around thirty thousand dollars for the baby. I’ll give you twenty thousand with the right to name the baby. Is that okay?”

“Excuse me, but I don’t understand what you expect from me.”

“It’s very simple!”

Carole got up from her desk to come and sit on the chair next to Amanda. She took her hand and told her she was aware for her husband’s departure. She made her understand that it was probably the best thing he could do in his little life to leave without a forwarding address. Amanda withdrew her hand, frowning.

“He didn’t leave, ma’am. He died in a plane crash…”

Her boss’s eyebrows raised again, an indifferent look on her face.

“Whatever.”

“If I understand you correctly, you want to buy my baby?”

“That’s right.”

“Who told you it was for sale?”

“Everything can be bought in life, my dear. Anyway, you don’t have the money for the both of you. Am I correct?”

“But it does not concern you!”

The young woman stood up and explained that she didn’t need anyone’s help to provide what they both need. Carole had a small smile on her lips, crossing her arms over her chest. Well we’ll see about that, she thought.

* * * * *

The rain fell outside. Amanda felt very lonely. She walked down the street, hands deep in the pockets of her long brown coat. She wanted to much that Bryan was with her right now… She pushed open the door of a small pub that she frequented once with her lover. She sat at a table with a sigh. Suddenly, a man sat on the bench in front of her and took her hand. She backed up from him, but he silently begged her to do nothing.

“I’m so glad you’re here already!” he cried, leaning over to kiss her. “I had to speak to you, my dear.”

He whispered in her ear that his ex-girlfriend was at the entrance and he didn’t want to talk to her. Amanda leaned her head forward, suppressing a giggle. She decided to play the game.

“Me too,” she said.

The man placed a small kiss on the cheek of the young woman before doing the same thing on her hand. Then he ordered a beer and asked her if she wanted something to drink. She politely declined before choosing a Virgin Caesar on ice. A woman came out of the pub, banging the door, which made laugh the man sitting in front of Amanda.

“She just came out! She finally got the message!”

“Glad for you.”

“Thank you very much for your help. I just can bear her anymore! She follows me everywhere!”

“There are people who just don’t get it.”

“Oh yeah? You also have an old flame that is harassing you?”

She bit her lower lip before replicated she didn’t have that kind of problem now. The waiter brought them their drinks. The man asked politely if he could join her for a drink. The young woman shrugged, taking a sip of her Virgin Caesar.

“No problem.”

“Thank you! You’re very kind, you know.”

They were silent for a few minutes before they spoke again.

“I’m Christian. And you?”

“Amanda.”

“I’m sorry to have imposed myself, but it was an emergency.”

“Don’t worry.”

“I usually don’t do this kind of things, you know. But there…”

“Your former girlfriend won’t leave you alone since the breakup?”

“That’s it. I’ve never seen a woman clinging so much! Luckily I still have nobody else in my life.”

“I hope you will.”

“Was I bothered you when I arrived?”

“No. Why does that matter?”

“I felt that you were expecting someone else than a stranger. Am I correct?”

“I may wait a very long time for that…” she sighed, taking a long sip.

“Why are you saying that?”

“I was just immersed in my thoughts.”

She cast a glance at her watch and sighed deeply. She rose to put on her coat, but Christian hastened to help. The young woman asked him why he gave so much trouble for her since she could perfectly to it alone. He smiled.

“I’m doing it to show you my good intentions.”

“It’s not worth it, you know. I can take care of myself.”

“But I insist! You have done something great for me and I want to pay my debt to you. I invite you to the restaurant. What do you say?”

She hesitated to give him an answer. What does he have in mind? He doesn’t even know me! Since when foreigners invite to dinner? She asked him why he gave himself so much trouble for her. He replied that he had just told her. She heaved a deep sigh.

“You don’t know me!”

“I know,” he said,” but I would like to get to know you.”

He blushed suddenly. Amanda giggled when he dropped her coat to bury his hands in his trouser pockets.

* * * * *

He opened the door and was very surprised to see her standing before him. She crossed furiously her arms on her chest.

“Where were you?” Carole asked him coldly.

“At the pub with her,” he calmly said, removing his coat.

His wife turned suddenly towards him, a smile on her lips. She asked him to tell her everything down to the smallest details. He raised his eyebrows, replicating that not much happened after she left.

“What lie did you told her so she accepted you stayed with her?”

“An ex-girlfriend a bit too intrusive.”

“And she believed you?”

“Of course! And to thank her for helping me out, I invited her to the restaurant.”

“She said something about the baby?”

“No, but I’m seeing her tomorrow. We go to the movies.”

“Excellent!”

* * * * *

The days passed and their plan worked as they hoped. Amanda began to find the presence of Christian very comforting. She loved spending time with him. They went out almost every night together and she enjoyed it. He was impatient to return home to make love to his wife. Then, while returning from the cinema at the end of an evening, the young woman asked him if he wanted to come in. He entered the apartment and kissed her. He wanted to go further, but she suddenly objected and got away from him.

“I’m sorry…” he muttered, embarrassed by the situation. “I thought you…”

“No, it’s not you… It’s just something that I haven’t told you.”

“What?”

“I… I’m a widow for several months. My husband… I’m pregnant.”

He exhaled loudly, bowing his head. He suddenly announced that he had to go back home. He turned, but she took his hand to hold him.

“I didn’t say anything before because I doubted your reaction.”

“I… I thought you cared about me,” Christian replied, pretending he really was hurt. “I guess you still love him.”

“It’s not that.”

“So what’s the problem?”

“I want to keep the baby, but I want to rebuild my life. Do you understand?”

He shook his head, frowning. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him on the lips. They made love on the living room carpet.

* * * * *

“You did what!?! How could you do such a thing?”

“Do I have a choice? She practically gave me a love declaration, Carole. What was I supposed to do? Backing off?”

“At least, she mentioned the baby. She wants to keep it?”

“Yes, and she wants me to be the father. It’s a bit why we did…”

Carole sighed, arms crossed on her chest. There were now three months since her husband dated one of her employees. She closed her eyes, remembering the legacy to calm her down. She said she understood. He pulled her to him and asked her to forget what he had done. She raised her eyebrows.

“Was it so bad?”

He told her Amanda wanted them to move in together after the baby will be born. She wanted to buy everything, but Christian replied that it could bring them misfortune. The baby began to take up more space in her womb and she was delighted. She talked to him every night, telling him how was her day and that his father had come to see her in the evening. She went to tell him that his real father had died, but she had found the perfect replacement.

* * * * *

She was sleeping peacefully when suddenly she was awakened by violent contractions. Folded in half, she grabbed the phone with difficulty. She dialed Christian’s number. The latter was quietly sleeping when his cellphone rang on his nightstand. When he recognized the voice of Amanda on the other end, he sat up in his bed, waking up Carole at the same time. He jumped out of bed, telling his wife Amanda was going to have the baby. Her eyes widened, now understanding what he had just told her. She dressed in a hurry to get to the hospital with him. They took two different cars. Carole was there first since Christian had to pick up Amanda.

“How do you feel?” he asked her.

“Wonderful…” she moaned between her teeth as she had another contraction. “The suitcase…!”

“I got it…!”

“Hurry up!”

They arrived at the hospital a few minutes later. A nurse hurried to install the young woman on a wheelchair to take her to a room. Christian followed them closely, his heart pounding. He had never seen a pregnant woman so close in his life. The doctor came to examine her. He put on his gloves while a nurse tended a blue jacket with a mask to Christian. He pushed them all, replicating he didn’t need that since he was already dressed. The nurse laughed.

“You have to wear that in the delivery room.”

His eyes widened.

“I beg your pardon?”

“For the birth. You don’t want to be…”

“I will not go there! There will be blood and she will scream and… Out of the question!”

At that moment, Amanda uttered a loud cry of pain. Christian frowned before losing consciousness in the hallway. A little far, Carole was watching. She quickly put on a nurse uniform and got inside the delivery room. Amanda was extended and clung to the bed with all her strength, her face sweat. The doctor asked the newcomer a helping hand with the baby’s arrival. Carole slightly smiled, her face hidden behind the mask and hurried to take place behind the doctor. The delivery went smoothly, but one of the nurses had to help Amanda. The latter was completely exhausted by the effort. She had just given birth to a beautiful little girl. The new mother barely had time to notice her before a nurse gave her to Carole. The woman hastened to flee with the child to another room to clean her. There was nobody else around. She wrapped the baby in several cozy blankets. She hid the child in a safe place. Using the blood-stained cloth she had just wipe the baby, she wrapped it around two gloves filled with water. Carole inserted a second sheet and gave it the form of a small body. Then she screamed that the baby was not breathing. A nurse came running to lend a hand, but as Carole had camouflaged her shot, the nurse could only confirm the death of the newborn.

* * * * *

Amanda slept peacefully for more than twelve hours. When she woke up, Christian stood at her side, sleeping on a chair. She smiled at him and woke him gently. He opened his eyes and saw that she was awake. He took her hand.

“How do you feel?”

“A little sleepy. Everything’s fine?”

He shrugged and sighed.

“What’s going on?”

The young woman frowned, suspecting that something was wrong. She asked him if he had seen her baby. He faintly smiled and replied that he could see her daughter. Amanda smiled, her eyes filled with tears.

“A little girl… And where is she?”

He hesitated to answer her. He told the whole truth about the death of her daughter. Mucus had slipped inside the baby’s esophagus, preventing it from being able to breathe. The little girl died a few minutes after birth. Amanda refused to hear more. She screamed, heartbreaking noise in the room.

* * * * *

“How pretty she is!” Carole’s mother cried. “Why didn’t you say you were pregnant?”

“We wanted to surprise you,” Christian replied.

Carole’s parents were taking care of the little girl while Carole motioned for her husband to join her in the kitchen. She showed him a small article in the newspaper about Amanda. Christian’s eyes widened in horror reading the title:

Overcome with grief, she took her own life.

He cast a glance at the new grandparents before laying his eyes once more on the newspaper.

A nurse at the hospital The Good Sheppard tells us the sad story of a woman named Amanda Barnabas. Ten months earlier, her husband was killed in a tragic plane crash. Overcome with grief, she learns that she is carrying the child of her deceased husband. She managed to regain a life, seeing a new man who agrees to become the father of her unborn baby. The child eventually arrived, but the little girl died a few minutes after birth. Sad, the young woman finds herself alone when hew new partner leaves her for his old flame. She throws herself through the window of her hospital room, having lost everything.

Christian brought a hand to his eyes, groaning. Carole closed the newspaper, replicating to him that there was nothing he could have done for her.

“She was very fragile.”

“I took advantage of her, Carole. She was vulnerable and I…”

“No!”

“You’re talking as if it was nothing.”

Carole went to the window, rubbing her arms. Does someone in the hospital can trace me back?

THE END


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