"Think, think, think!"
She was talking to herself, pacing her bedroom. Wasn't it worse enough to sleep with a married man who was on the road 260 days a year, almost 24/7? Did she have to get pregnant from him? Why she?
"How could that happen?"
She thought back to the numerous times he left work a few hours earlier to visit her before going home to his wife and his daughter.; the numerous times he fucked her through her whole house; the numerous times… they were so full of longing that they didn't use a condom.
She threw some of her clothes through the room, partly out of frustration, partly to calm herself down. After a few minutes, she sat down on the edge of her bed, head in her hands, mumbling meaningless, senseless stuff until a buzzing-tone brought her out of her trance. She looked up and over to her nightstand, seeing her phone vibrating. She crawled over, grabbing it, looking at the ID.
She bit her lip. It was him, probably wanting to tell her when he'll arrive tomorrow. She thought for a moment, before taking a deep, deep breath and answering.
He grinned to himself, licking his lips. "Hey gorgeous. I miss you!"
She smiled slightly, her eyes wandering back to the pregnancy test on the table. She swallowed hard.
"Yeah… I miss you, too."
He took a drag of his cigarette, inhaling, standing outside of the arena alone.
"I can't wait for tomorrow. I'll be there at around 11. Sam thinks I'll land at 6 pm. That gives us almost 7 hours. "
She bit hard on her lip, nodding even though he couldn't see her.
"Yeah." Her voice was trembling and barely above a whisper.
He realized that, arching a brow, flicking his cigarette away.
She swallowed down a sigh, tensing a little.
Randy didn't buy it, but before he could say anything else, his co-worker stepped out. He turned away a bit, whispering.
"Listen, I gotta go. I'll see you tomorrow. I love you."
She blinked, biting her lip as tears started to fall.
"Love you, too."
He hang up before he could hear her breaking down in heavy sobs, burying her face in her hands.
This couldn't happen. Not to her. Not now. Not with the man named Randal Keith Orton.