What was supposed to be love, will never be love

Two hours later.

I walked through the large garden of the Petrelli Mansion. I passed the entrance hall, which looked very different from the last time I was there. I kept walking slowly looking for Luck, trying not to attract attention, which was not working, since everyone was so overdressed, and I was only wearing a black tank top, jeans and Converse sneakers, as usual.

• No servants are allowed without being properly uniformed on this side of the event. - A tall, thin gentleman alerted me, before I continued my search outside the house.

• Err... I'm not... I'm with Antony... - I lied, as I saw the same tequila man from the previous party approaching, serving a tray.

The security guard closed his eyes as if he could see my lie.

• Antony! - he called, without taking his eyes off mine, startling me.

Okay, now I'm going to get kicked out. I'll be lucky if no one notices all this humiliation.

• Yes," he said, approaching the security guard. - he said, approaching the security guard.

• This girl said she knows you, that she came with you.

He looked at me for a moment and then confirmed.

• Yes, she is with me. Why don't you follow me? I'll get you a clean uniform.

I hurriedly followed him to an internal staff area. He turned and looked at me.

• Look, I don't know who you are, much less what you want here. This is not an open cocktail party, it is only for party members. Judging by the way you are dressed, I don't believe you are a member, let alone work with us. Now tell me how you know my name and what you want with me. - he said without rudeness, but with a firmness in his voice.

• I met you about two months ago at the graduation party. You called a cab for me after I... well... woke up here, and apparently I was the last guest. - I blushed involuntarily.

• Yes, I remember you. The girl who was with Luck.

• Yes. - I gave a wide smile.

• Well, if it's about that, I can't help you. Luck is very strict with his personal life. Besides, I really like this job, I don't intend to be fired.

• Oh, sure, I understand. But it would only be for a few moments, I just need to show him something. - My hands were so sweaty that they wet the envelope, already crumpled from the force with which I held it.

• Look, you don't understand," he said, running his hands through his hair. - This is my job, the only thing I can do for you is to hand him the envelope.

• But... - I said, feeling my voice breaking and my eyes filling with tears.

• Look, I'm sorry for the rudeness. I'm not normally like this, but there's no way I can help you without hurting myself. - He smiled unhappily. - I am sorry. Please leave through the staff area," I said, turning and walking to the door.

• I'm pregnant," I said softly. For a moment I thought he hadn't heard. Then Anthony slowly turned with the tray in his hand, and I realized how surprised he was.

• As I said, I can't help you. Unless you can remember the location of your room." He stared into my eyes, passing a silent message right after a shrug. - Then it wouldn't be my problem. - He blinked and then left.

Okay, I got the message.

I ran out of the staff area until I found the private corridor with no security guards. It took me a while to locate myself, but I managed to find the stairwell. I went up. I hurriedly walked down the photo hallway until I was facing the double doors, which were just leaning against them. I pushed them open a little and saw him in the reflection of the mirror, knotting his tie.

Damn... Damn... Damn... What do I do now? Insecure, I almost went back without saying anything, but it was too late. I was afraid of his reaction, I was afraid of everything. I kept looking at his reflection in the mirror until our eyes met.

• How did you find me here? - he said rudely, walking toward me.

toward me.

My first reaction was to flinch, but I assumed --- I just went up - I said, without being able to look him in the eye.

• What the fuck kind of security is this? - He spat aggressively. Then he turned and walked towards the phone.

• Security...

• Please, Luck...

• ... there's someone

• I don't want any confusion...

We spoke in unison.

• I'm pregnant! - I shouted at once, so that he hung up the phone.

Everything went silent.

• What? - he said, still holding the phone to his ear. - Ignore it - he spoke into the phone. - It's no big deal, just a mistake. - And hung up.

• What are you talking about? - he advanced violently, making me

back again.

• I'm pregnant," I said in a shaky voice.

He took the envelope from my hand and looked at it for a moment.

• And what the fuck does that prove? - he said sarcastically. - This baby could belong to anyone. - He threw the envelope in my direction.

• What do you think? What do you think? I gave you my virginity, you idiot! - I raised my voice, tired of being humiliated.

• I don't remember you acting like a virgin," he said with an evil grin. - And besides, where do you think this situation will lead us? What did you come here for? I think you remember well that I have a fiancée and future commitments that don't involve fathering a baby that might not even be mine.

• Don't be silly, I was just too delighted to realize what an asshole you are, too delighted to realize that you don't deserve me, too delighted to know that no man will ever step on me like that again.

• Oh, what a beautiful speech! The poor virgin girl who got pregnant the first time. I can't believe that in the 21st century that's still happening, unless you wanted it to! - she shouted.

I gritted my teeth, disgusted by his accusations.

• You bet your ass I didn't want that at all. - he said bitterly.

• You know what? - he said, walking past me and bumping into turbulence. He came back a few minutes later. - Here! - he said, flipping through a thick stack of green notes held together by a rubber band and tossing them at me. I grabbed it out of reflex.

• What does this mean?

• Your solution. You said you didn't want this. Well, neither did I. With this money you can pay a butcher around to take this thing off.

• I never said I was going to take the baby out," I said, reinforcing the word baby.

He lowered his eyes. When he looked up, it was that violent Luck I had seen for a long time.

• I swear, if you do anything to harm me. - he said, stepping closer. This time I didn't move away, I was tired of being afraid. I looked deep into his eyes as he came face to face with me.

Luck whispered slowly:

• Who knows... - He ran his hand over my flat belly, not taking his eyes from mine. - I'm not taking this baby out of here myself. Simple accidents cause miscarriages all the time. - I shuddered at the coldness in his voice.

-You will never lay a finger on me again! - I said, fighting back tears, but proud that my voice had not weakened.

• You don't know me, girl! - He held my face tightly, causing my mouth to involuntarily pucker.

• Don't touch me! - He pulled his hand away from my face.

• Don't test my patience! I will not take on this child! I have no guarantee that this child is mine, and even if I did, I can't have a child now! I don't even like them!

• You don't have to stay with me! I just thought you should know in case you want to take it," I said, trying not to sound foolish.

Luck let out a long and real laugh. - But what are you thinking, huh? - And he took me by the arm.

Let me go! - I said loudly. - Let go, you're hurting me!

• I'll explain it one last time, bitch. This child will not be born! - he shouted. I felt little drops of his saliva splash on my face. - I'm not having any children! And I'm certainly not going to stay with you! - He dragged me out of the room, still holding me by the arm. Luck shook me for a few minutes, saying all sorts of insults, and then let me go.

I took a few unsteady steps backwards until I could force my feet to the floor, supporting my hands on the wall as I watched Luck return to his quarters.

• Son of a bitch. - I cursed softly, stroking my arms that would end up scarred by the force with which he held me.

• Please come with me.

I knew that he had called security again. I looked back, another gentleman in a suit called out to me.

This time I didn't want to argue, I just followed the party, attracting all the stares.

all the stares.

I took a cab. I didn't ask Matthew to drive me, I didn't want him to pick me up either. He was a good person, but I couldn't forget that he worked for Madeleine. And if she asked, no doubt he would answer, and I didn't need her to create a thousand suspicions. I wasn't going to hide it, I really didn't know what I was going to do, but crying was no longer in the plans. I climbed into the cab still trembling from the attempt to talk to Luck. My eyes insisted on filling with water involuntarily every time I thought about how fucked up I was.

The cab stopped in front of my house and I jumped in. The house was silent, something that was quite normal, I was just surprised not to see Summer. I walked through the rooms and found, for the first time in three days, Madeleine, sitting in the armchair in the living room in front of the fireplace, with her back to me, only the tip of her head visible. Her hands were relaxed and resting on the arm of the armchair, holding a glass of bourbon. I thought about running up the stairs, I didn't want her to see me and fill me with questions. When I turned around, I was startled to see Vivian.

-Vivian, what a fright! - I rested my hand on my chest, and she silently pulled me into the hallway.

Vivian looked down and then whispered, shaking her head in the negative. - I'm sorry, Nicole.