Chapter 24: Chapter Twenty Four

Chapter Nine

Aftermath

A Miscarriage. I had had a miscarriage after I had been told that I was not pregnant and just when I had found out that I had been cheated on. I sat up on the hospital bed and stared into space unable to come to terms with the information that had just been thrown in my face. Literally.

“Are you okay Melanie? You haven’t said a thing since they’ve told you. Did you know that you were pregnant?” My mother pried whilst I attempted to ignore her as I felt her worried stare burn into the side of my face.

“I think we should give her some time to think mummy, instead of talking to her when she’s clearly not responding,” Robert suggested kindly. I was happy that he had shut my mother up, yet I couldn’t bring myself to look and smile in his direction.

“I don’t think you should tell me what is best for my daughter,” My mother retorted.

“And my sister,” Robert angrily reminded her. Sighing irritated, I turned towards my family, wondering where my sister was and began to speak, not wanting another fight to break out.

“Mummy, could you just give me a minute please.” I mumbled, feeling my remaining energy drain out of my fatigue body by saying that simple sentence. She frowned at me and I sighed once more, realising that there was no point in wasting my breath as she was not going anywhere. Staring back at the pale white hospital wall I wondered what I was going to do with my life now.

I had lost my husband, or fiancé, a friend that I happened to work with and I had also lost the true love of my life. Where was Stephen? Looking around the room suddenly, I realised that my mother and brother had left and Lisa now sat on the ashen orange sofa.

“I swear Melanie, I didn’t know. The results told me that you weren’t pregnant. I would never lie to you about something like that. Please, please forgive me. I am so sorry! I ----” Lisa apologised, a blood red tear running down her white cheeks.

“It’s fine. Results are wrong sometimes. No one knew,” I shrugged, resuming to my daydreaming.

“Melanie, you can’t just forgive me like that! I told you that you weren’t pregnant and then made you drink that Vodka on your hen night. This is my entire fault. Scream at me for God’s sake!” Lisa yelled, continuing to cry.

“I should scream at you? For what exactly? Do you think that by shouting at you that it’ll do something? Make me feel better, or yourself? I already said I forgive you, now if you’d like to ask the doctor or whoever the hell is in charge of my stay, when I can get out here cause it’s flipping depressing.” I growled trying not to curse. Wiping her tears away, Lisa kissed my cheek softly and thanked me for my forgiveness before doing as I had said. An hour later I was in a taxi, wearing a clean top and trousers with my wedding dress in a large bag in my hand, accompanied by both my family and Lisa squashed together.

“No one follow me please and mummy, I’ll call you later today. I just want to...be alone,” I instructed, closing the taxi door behind me and with a soft tap on the driver’s window, the car drove away. Walking up to my house door, I found the door open and frowned. I swore that I had locked it. Hesitantly moving into my apartment, my heart stopped when I saw Trevor sitting on my sofa with his head in his hands, his hair extremely chaotic. When I dropped my both expensive and destroyed wedding dress onto the floor in front of him, he finally looked up at me, his stunning blue eyes, now red due to crying, I guessed.

“Melanie please. I am so sorry. It was only once, yesterday. I was completely drunk since the boys spiked my drink and she was there begging for me to do it. I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you that we dated before! I was totally out of it and I’m not blaming her for taking advantage of me since it was partly my fault too. I’m just so sorry Melanie,” Trevor wept at my knees. Pushing him away from me, onto the floor, I continued to my bedroom and slammed the door closed as I found a simple black flowing dress to put on.  Hearing my front door close, I guessed that Trevor had left and pulled my hair out of my wedding hair do.

Wedding my ass.

Leaving my bedroom, I headed to the kitchen since I was starving and narrowed my eyes angrily when I noticed Trevor still sitting on my sofa crying.

“You’re an... Arg! If you had just told me. If you had just said something to me before this whole mess, maybe I would have forgiven you. Maybe.” I began, slamming my fridge closed when I remembered that I did not have any food stocked up as I and Trevor were supposed to be going on our honey moon.

“I didn’t want you to leave me Mel. You have to understand ba---,” Trevor interrupted and I slammed a glass cup onto the table, shutting him up.

“Do not call me Mel, or babe. Okay? And you...YOU! You had the nerve to frown and yell at me when you found out about Stephen but I find out about your ex at my wedding. That’s really cool Trevor, really cool.” I roared sarcastically whilst narrowing my eyes at him.

“It wasn’t like that bab—Melanie. I wanted to tell you but she was insistent that you didn’t need to know since she was married or at least engaged at that point already. Plus that jerk was just trying to make trouble and don’t tell me that you haven’t gone to see him because I know you have. I’ve seen those love bites on your neck, unless you thought I was an idiot Melanie. That hurt me too but I loved you too much to even say any---” Trevor scoffed, turning the argument around on me.

“Shut up! Shut it right there! He...he...” I struggled, not sure whether I should say anything or not.

“He what huh? He what?” Trevor urged, beginning to shout at me.

“Do not shout at me Trevor. Who the hell do you think you are? At least I never slept with the damn guy! Even if I was drunk and he came begging me to have sex with him, it wouldn’t happen because I’m not as weak as you! I loved you and I would never do anything like that,” I defended, deciding not to address the issue since I didn’t want to lie to him.

“How do I know that you haven’t had sex with him already?” Trevor hissed. Unintentionally, as I was hurt by his comment, with a swift step forward; I slapped his soft cheek as hard as I could.

“Get out!” I screamed, pushing him out of the way whilst he held his cheek in surprise and opened the front door as I waited for him to leave.

“I did kiss Stephen actually, once, today, except I turned him down after it. I wanted to leave you to be with him but I couldn’t do that to you and so went ahead with the whole damn thing. How stupid was I? I mean you’re a waste of space to be honest, like every other guy. All they do it flipping hurt me,” I explained, mumbling the last sentence to myself as I reflected on my two relationships.

Suddenly I was pushed against the wall beside my front door and my breath was knocked out of me.

“What are you doing? Get your hands off me!” I gasped as his large hand closed against my throat, restricting my breathing as I attempted to push him away from me.

“So you did kiss him which means that you sure as hell did sleep with him and I know a great way to check. Hell I bet the child you were carrying was his you bitch!” Trevor accused, his free hand slipping up my dress, towards my underwear which I could feel him pulling down.

“How could you even say that Trevor? I loved you and I still love you. If you let me go and don’t do this maybe we can resolved this. C’mon Trevor,” I cried as his hand around my throat loosed in the slightest. I felt my knickers fall to my knees and began to panic even more.

“Trevor please, we can still get married as long as you don’t do this!” I begged, never having seen this wicked side of Trevor. The side that was ready to rape me. His deep blue empty eyes snapped towards mine as I continued to beg him and I immediately stopped speaking. They had always shown some type of emotion for the two years that I had been with him, yet at this moment in time they were empty which made me begin to fear for my life.

“You’re lying, you little whore. If you had been telling the truth about that Steph guy then me doing this wouldn’t mean anything to you,” Trevor stated fiercely as I watched him fiddling with his trouser buckle.

“In fact I want you do it Melanie, for old times’ sake,” Trevor smirked evilly as he referred to his trouser buckle.

“Fine, I’m guessing that you want us to do this on the bed then,” Trevor added when I refused to move, staring at him as though he was insane. Still holding my throat in his hand, he pushed me towards my bedroom and due to my underwear being below my knees, I fell over, flat onto my face since my arms felt like jelly as I was scared stiff.

“Arg! Get up Melanie, you’re only delaying our make-up sex. You had always been good at it, in fact you were so good at it that I couldn’t and still can’t get enough of what’s between your legs,” Trevor informed me. Thinking about it, I realised that Trevor had never really loved me as much he loved having sex, the idea bringing even more tears to my eyes. I struggled but finally pulled my body off the floor and ran towards the sofa. I heard Trevor curse behind me before he ran towards me. I needed to get out of my apartment and the only way I could do that was to get him away from the floor.

“If you want it, come and get it Trevor,” I attempted to flirt through my tears.

“I had always liked you when you were naughty and rough,” Trevor sickly replied. Jumping over and onto my chair, I made a run for my front door only to be yanked painfully back by my hair which I wished I had left in its wedding style.

“Help! Someone help!” I screamed as he dragged me backwards into my bedroom. Jessica ran through my open front door and even after what she had done, I could not be happier to see her.

“What do you want now?” Trevor growled, throwing me painfully aside.

“Get on the bed before I make you Mel. I’ll take care of this very quickly,” Trevor commanded his face deadly. Cowering away from him, I hurriedly got back onto my feet and from my bedroom door, watched the scene in front of me.

“What are you doing to her Trevor? Why was she screaming for help?” Jessica questioned a look of horror on her face as she stopped in her tracks.

“Nothing, it’s none of your business actually. If you hadn’t have opened your big mouth in the first place, we could have still been together but you just couldn’t shut it. Leave anyway, I and Melanie are just getting back together so you can tell everyone that the wedding is going to be next week.” Trevor said, making a decision that definitely was not his to make.

“You’re sick Trevor, if I had known you were still like this I would have told Melanie not to bother. You said you had changed,” Jessica seemed to remind him.

“Changed! I had until you came and destroyed something new that I had and loved, you bitch!” Trevor shouted in response. How could she have loved a monster?

“You’re not going to do this to her Trevor, I won’t let you,” Jessica stated stalking towards him. I took this as my chance to try to make a run for it since she was distracting him. Pulling my underwear back up shakily, I saw Trevor glance back before glowering down at me.

“You’re not on the bed Mel, I told you to go there and wait for me,” Trevor reminded me and still scared, I pretended to walk towards my bed, making sure that I kept my eye on him. When he had turned his head back around and I could see Jessica directly in front of him, I pushed him onto her with as much strength as I could muster and sprinted for my front door. Running past it and down the corridor, I continuously and crazily knocked on my neighbours’ door waiting only a second for someone to come out and help me. Deciding against it as I heard Trevor’s shouts moving closer, I ran downstairs to the main door of the apartments and opened it, only to barge into someone.

“Robert, he’s coming for me!” I sobbed pulling him into me as I cried on his shoulder. Robert’s arms wrapped tightly around me and I was thankful that someone was here to protect me from the crazy fiancé that I was going to marry.

“Hey Robert. Melanie, please come with me, I just want to explain.” Trevor lied, crying as he held on to my legs.

“Get off me you maniac!” I screamed, trying to kick him away.

“What the hell are you still doing here pretty boy? Leave my sister alone,” Robert defended me, kicking Trevor in his stomach. Jumping behind my older brother, I opened the door and begged Robert to follow me.

“No, he needs to be taught to stay away from my little sister. Sick mother ---,” Robert started only to get punched in his face unexpectedly. Trevor then kicked him in his stomach too quick for my brother to react before pushing him outside, pulling me inside and locking the door to all the apartments.

“Open the door Trevor!” My brother yelled outside whilst I screamed as Trevor began once again pulling me by my hair back up the stairs to where we came from.

“Robert, call the police!” I pleaded as I was dragged back to my bedroom passing a passed out Jessica at the door of my apartment.

“What did you do to her?” I breathed, terrified of what he would do to me.

“Nothing you need to worry about Mel, unless of course you don’t comprehend.” Trevor threatened, bolting my front door closed before continuing to drag me to my bedroom. Throwing me onto my bed, I was pulled towards him as he hovered menacingly above me, ripping away my underwear as well as pulling down his both is trousers and boxers. I kicked and screamed, cursing myself for not having a side lamp but it was no use. Trevor was stronger than me and so fighting against him was useless but I needed to at least buy time until the police arrived, unluckily for me, it seemed as though they would turn up too late. Flipping me over so that my body was against the bed, Trevor pushed my head furiously into the pillows once again cutting off my air supply as I struggled to breath.

Suddenly his weight disappeared and I rolled myself off the bed, now able to see who had come to the rescue. Stephen, my knight and shining armour was beating Trevor viciously and I sighed in relief when Robert took me into his arms, rocking me as I cried against him and prayed that everything that had happened had all been a bad dream and that I was still passed out.