Chapter 4

Previously on The Monster Inside

Still a flashback

(Sexual content)

He sighed, "Why do you make me do this, Dell?" He reached for something behind me and pressed it to my head. I opened my mouth and he thrusted into my mouth. I wrapped my lips around him and moved up and down his shaft. The gun stayed pressed to my head. My hand wrapped around where my mouth can't touch, I moved in sync with the bob of my head. "Oh babe, I love it when you do that," he moaned.

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Why am I even doing this? The more things I do to her the more she hates me. Her mouth and hand does wonders to me, her beautiful long hair getting in the way. I grabbed her arms and pulled her up. Throwing her in the bed, I crawl on top of her. I pinned her hands above her head. I tied her hands to the bed's headboard. I slide down her body, taking her pants with me. "Kael, please don't," she pleads. My heart breaks at the pain in her voice. What I am doing is wrong, yet I can't stop. My hand connects with her face, "Don't tell me what to do, babe." I pulled her legs open and placed myself between them. "Kael, please wait," she cried. I ignored her pleas because it makes doing this harder if I listen. I position myself at her entrance and thrust in. Her scream broke my heart, yet I didn't pull out. With each thrust a tear fell from her eyes.

I thrust harder and harder with each cry that comes from her mouth. I groan at the pleasure that she gives me. She can say she doesn't like it all she wants but her pussy doesn't lie. She didn't tighten up on me but got more and more loose. If she didn't like it she wouldn't be like this. Her wrist rubs against the rope. Her body stops fighting me. I lean over, placing my hands by her head. I kissed her, my tongue slipping into her mouth. Her tongue moves in sync with mine. Her cries are no longer of pain but of pleasure. She would never admit to it but her body can't hide the truth.

Present Day

Change in POV

I watched as he paced the room as he worried about her. "Amell, honey come here," I called to him. He walks over to me and sits down on my bed. He watched me as I spread my body next to my boyfriend. "She's fine," I said to him, "Stop pacing." He sighs and lays beside me. He leans over to me and kisses me. When he pulls back I say, "Amell I need to talk to you." He gave me a questioning look. "What is it?'' he asks. "Okay, when I tell you this you can't freak out, got it," I say quickly. He looked at me confused, "Okay." I sat up and took a deep breath. Just before I could say it, my phone rang. Saved by the bell, I thought. I reached over to my bed stand, on my left side, and wrapped my hand around my cell. I glanced at the screen, and shot up. I answered the call, "What's wrong?" I hear the heavy breathing on the other side of the line. "It's dad," my seventeen year old sister Emily says. My dad has a heart condition and his job doesn't help it. He is in the police force on this ship. "What happened," I asked her. As she speaks my heart drops. I got out of the bed and ran out, Amell not far behind me.

No. Please, no. No matter how much I want a distraction, I never wanted this. The fear that shot through me was almost paralyzing. Somehow this fear wasn't worse than what she feared this morning. I got to the Hospital ward and was met by my sixteen year old sister, Belle. "Where is he," I asked her. She points her finger at room 234 and I run into it. I looked at the man laying in the bed, unconscious. His wife and children surround him, everyone crying but one. His youngest child, Lottie. Her blank expression wasn't what a kid her age would have as they looked at their comatosed father. Lottie was different from all the kids her age. I feel the tears fall down my face as I see his condition. Amell's arms wrap around me and pull me close. His head rested in the crook of my neck. Why did he have to go on shift today?

He was shot by a family friend. He thought because he knew them that he would be fine. He was wrong and now here he is, dying. Today of all days, I had news to tell them but now I'm in no position to tell anyone. I pulled away from Amell and ran out, unsure where I was going. I stopped in front of the door of the last person I wanted to burden. I knocked on her door and Estelle answered. "Astrid," she questions, "what's wrong?" I didn't respond but she knew what I wanted. She moves to the side and lets me in. "Estelle, my father is in a coma." She places her hand on my shoulder. She looks slightly uncomfortable. I gave her a questioning look and she said, "I don't deal with emotion well." I nod in understanding, "Sorry for springing this on you," I said. "No, it's fine. You're my brother's girlfriend. I want to get to know you better," she replies. I nod my head in understandment.

"Can I ask for some advice," I ask.

"Of course."

I knew she would understand, yet I still hesitate. Why is this so hard? Come on Astrid, just say it. She's not Amell but his sister.

"What is it?"

"Nevermind."

"Come on, tell me."

I take a deep breath. Okay here it goes.

"I'm pregnant."