I only barely manage to conceal my utter shock at this surprisingly unwanted piece of information. There is no reason for the pain and betrayal that I’m feeling at that moment, but the fact is that I’m feeling these emotions.I chalk it up to the fact that Charles had so blatantly lied about being in a relationship just to get into my pants, although if the truth is to be told, I had been very eager to get into his pants as well. No wonder he had seemed uncomfortable when I asked him if he was in a relationship while we were on the island.Meghan is advancing into the room, all smiles and shiny white teeth. I think of my teeth that haven’t really been brushed in over a week, except with twigs that I used as makeshift toothbrushes, and I scowl, but Meghan doesn’t seem to care.“Oh, hi. Aren’t you a beauty? Look at your hair … so pretty. I’m Samantha.” Samantha gushes, moving over to Meghan before she can reach the bed in which I’m lying and giving her a very big hug as though they’re l

CHARLESMy head is pounding hard, and my eyes feel like they’re glued shut. I manage to force them open, and then immediately wish that I hadn’t. The bright light in the room hurt my eyes, so I shut them and only open them again when I have gotten accustomed to the light.I’m in a hospital room … I realize that right away. I glance around and realize that I’m alone, and it’s afternoon. That is no surprise. I don’t have anyone who is close to me enough to sit with me in a hospital room while I’m sick. Belatedly, the events of the past several days come rushing back to me, and I sit up suddenly. My head begins to swim, so I wait for some time for it to calm down before pulling off all the stuff that is connected to me in a bid to keep me alive.The wounds that are all over me protest my movement, but I need to know … need to know where Jessica is and if she made it out of the island alive too. I really hope she did. I can’t bear to think otherwise, because it would hurt a lot.I had co

JESSICAFor days now, I’ve been very ill, tired, and nauseous. When I first got back from the hospital, I had chalked these feelings of illness up to the fact that I left the hospital before I was supposed to and now, I’m suffering the consequences. I have since discarded that notion though.Now, along with my illness and nausea, I’m suffering from a very acute case of disbelief, if such a thing exists. I stare at the pregnancy test strip in front of me in disbelief, willing one of the two red lines to disappear. Maybe if I stare at the strip long and hard enough and will the line to disappear, it will obey my command. However, like the countless number of strips that I’ve wasted in taking the test in the past week, this one doesn’t obey my command.I’m pregnant. I’ve had up to six days to get used to the word, but still, it feels so foreign, as though I’ve never heard it before now. Six days ago, my doctor had suggested taking a pregnancy test, after I complained to him about the wa

Samantha, or Bianca, as she insists I call her, takes it upon herself to visit me every other day after that last visit. I wonder what she wants, and in the end, I have to ask her why she’s being so nice to me, and she tells me that she just wants to be my friend.She’s even there on the day I get discharged and helps me get into the car that one of my drivers collects me in. She asks if I wouldn’t mind if she followed me home, and I say I won’t. she’s been nice to me and she’s actually an interesting fellow to have around.“Don’t you have a job that you do?” I ask her when we get to my house, already feeling uncomfortable and regretting why I asked her to come with me. I’m not a kid, and it is quite clear exactly what she wants from me, but after what happened with Meghan, and more recently, the blow that my ego suffered after Jessica, I’ll prefer to stay away from women for a while.“That’s actually a rude question.” She replies, not sounding the least bit offended. Instead, she fol

I’m surprised, but it’s obvious that I’m not half as surprised as Bianca is. She looks panicked, and when Meghan knocks on the door a second time, she visibly jumps.“Is anything the matter?” I ask her.“Is … is that not your ex-fiancée at the door?”“Yes, I don’t know what she’s doing here or how she even knows my house, but …”“I don’t want her to know I’m here.”“Why not? It’s not like you two know each other, or do you?” I ask, tilting my head slightly and regarding her with interest. There’s something off about the way she’s behaving.“Of course not, but I just don’t like meeting new people. Anyway, I’ll need to go poop. Don’t let her know I’m here. She’s your ex. I don’t want any drama, especially baseless ones.” Bianca informs me in a no-nonsense tone, before disappearing into the toilet with her hand bag.I find her behavior strange and amusing to say the least, especially because she took her handbag into the house with her. Finally, I open the door and let Meghan in.“I thou