by Bry Ann
I had an appointment today at one. It was twelve thirty at a client’s house. I was headed over. I’d been sick for days and did not feel up to this. Pytor was not okay with sick days. Ever. I had better be dying if I was going to call out sick, so I never did. I just crossed my fingers that I didn’t throw up all over this guy or girl… or both. I got a wide variety of clientele. Let’s say I was in no sense of the word innocent.
He was a new client. Tobias asked if I could meet him at his house versus the hooker house. I agreed wholeheartedly. Anything to avoid the rest of the girls. I was in! I wasn’t looking to make friends. I didn’t need movie nights, and everyone thought I was a bitch anyway. I went to the guys house. A short white dude in a suit and overly gelled red hair answered the door.
“Shit,” I whispered to myself. I was hoping for hot sex. I was sick and now I’d have to deal with some nasty ass dude too. I felt nauseous already.
“Hello Alex, Pytor told me good things.”
He held the door open for me. I ran my hand along the outside of his trousers.
“I’m not much for small talk,” I breathed.
He was all anxiety and fumbling to remove his clothes after that. That was the point. I hated talking with the guys. I wanted sex, in and out. I took my clothes off, bored, and leaned against the counter, waiting for him. He came towards me and I looked at him and his nasty body and for some reason all the other nasty people I’d fucked came into my head. I felt sick again. I sprinted past his gawking face and ran into the restroom and threw my guts up.
“What the fuck!” he roared. “You little bitch.”
So much for anxiety.
He grabbed my hair and picked me up with full force from the toilet. My scalp burned, but more than that was the underlying sense something was very wrong with me.
“I’m sorry. I was sick before I got here. I thought I’d be fine. Let me go.”
The guy pulled me by my hair into the living room.
“You little fucking bitch. Insulting me!”
The guy was seething. I had to get out of there. The guy reached for my vagina and I elbowed him in the groin.
“I have to go. Look, I’m sorry. Okay?”
He grabbed his poor throbbing limp dick as I threw on my clothes.
“I’m going to tell Pytor. He’ll kill you. I pay well. I fucking work with him.”
I felt sick again. I bolted out of there and threw up on his doorstep, then sprinted down the stairs.
I was a dead woman walking. Pytor was going to kick my ass when he found out what happened. I ran to the local pharmacy and purchased the only thing I could think of that would describe all my symptoms. I had no period. I was throwing up. I felt nauseous all the time.
I purchased a pregnancy test.
I didn’t even let myself get upset until it was confirmed. I was a shaking mess already. I was barefoot, my hair was a mess and the lady at the counter shot me a disgusted look when she saw I was buying a pregnancy test. I didn’t care. She could shove it up her ass. If I really was pregnant and not stuck with some sort of disease or virus she was the least of my worries.
I went into the nearest restroom and peed on the stupid stick. In one instant my whole world changed. Positive. The test was positive. I wanted to take forty more to confirm, but I knew it was true. I felt it. I knew it even before I took it. I wasn’t even freaking out either. I was calm, like the eye of a hurricane. In one instant all my fight came back. I was fucking pregnant. Pain, anger, confusion, fear, love hit me like a freight train. I ran my hands through my hair and gritted my teeth. I was so fucking alone. I couldn’t raise my kid in this life, but I also couldn't get out without Pytor killing me and my kid. In the years I’d worked with Pytor I’d personally seen him kill three girls who tried to leave. It still haunted my dreams. I didn’t even like those girls, but they were so fucking young and were sick of the shit. Pytor gave them lots of warnings, but eventually he killed them all. One by one. I was out of my share of warnings, and he sure as shit would make me get an abortion. If I didn’t he’d kill my kid later when he found out I didn’t get one.
I was a panicked mess. I walked out onto the street barefoot, with my pregnancy test in my pocket. I kept running my hand through my hair. As the stress mounted the light tugging turned to full on pulling, then to ripping my hair out chunks at a time.
I was pregnant?
I didn’t even know who’s the fuck it was? My poor child. I’d never kill him… or her. I shivered as the rain poured down on me and my shirt clung to my damp skin. Pytor was surely out looking for me now. He had a wide reach, and someone would spot me. I had to protect my baby. I hid in an alley and fought tears. I had to think straight. I put my head in my hands and thought so hard a dull ache started working its way up my spine. A taxi passed me, and I waved him down before jumping in and giving him the only address, I could think of. It was the only address I could think to go to for help, that wouldn’t wind me up right on Pytor’s doorstep. I’d offer a blow job since I had no money with me. It was the only thing I had to offer. I’d done worse.
I prayed the whole time this plan wouldn’t backfire. It could go terribly wrong. I could end up dead, but it was literally my only option. I’d fight tooth and nail for this little fetus. No one gave me a chance. I’d give this baby one. I could change. I could be better. Shit, I didn’t know. I just wanted so bad to give my baby what it needed.
I ran up to the arched doorway and rang the doorbell several times as the rain drowned me. I was a sopping wet, distressed mess. Then the door swung open.
“Alex?” Anatoli gasped with wide eyes. “What the hell are you doing here? Pytor’s gonna fucking kill you Alex. You…” I cut him off in desperation.
“Anatoli I’m pregnant.”
We paused and stared at each other.
“I have nowhere else to go.”
I’d never felt so vulnerable. So small. So desperate. Anatoli looked me up and down in shock.
“Fuck. Come in.” I ran in and he looked both ways before shutting and locking the door. “I’m on the team looking for you Alex. You can’t stay long. It’s too risky.”
“I know.”
Then it all hit me as I looked into his kind, criminal eyes. I cried. Anatoli grabbed me and held me. I cried harder. I’d never fully cried in front of someone before, but I was pregnant and in life threatening danger. I pulled away only because I had to vomit. I sprinted to the restroom and threw my guts up… again. Anatoli watched me from the doorway, assessing me. When I was done and washing my mouth he spoke, his tone grave.
“What are you going to do Alex? There’s clinics. There’s…”
“I’m not killing my baby!” I snapped. Anatoli’s eyebrows shot up.
“Why? It’s not like you are religious or have morals. Do you even know who the dad is Alex? I mean you used protection and stuff. It’s not like you were trying to get pregnant. This baby, it’s life will be…”
“Anatoli, I can’t.” My voice broke. There was a pause.
“Alright Alex. I’ll help you. It’s the least I can do.”
I literally collapsed to the floor in relief and put my head in my hands.
“Thank you, Anatoli. Thank you. Thank you.”
Anatoli crouched down and helped me to my feet and ushered me to the couch.
“We need a plan. I can give you a lump sum of money. You can’t go back to your place. Pytor will already have men there. All your money, everything you own is gone. Accept that.”
“Done,” I said firmly. Anatoli gave me a firm, proud nod. Proud I didn’t wallow in my loss. I impressed him. Always had.
“Like I said, I’ll give you a lump sum of money. Then you will move to a big city. A place Pytor’s men will never be able to find you in the crowds. Change your name, even slightly. Change your hair, which I know won’t be a problem for you. Change what you can. Just get out. I’ll lead them off your path. I’ll do what I can.”
“Come with me Anatoli. Yo
u’re not a killer. A rapist. Leave this. Fake being the dad. What the fuck ever. Just come. Leave this.”
He gave me a soft look. “I can’t Alex. I can’t leave Tobias. He’s my brother. An ass, a killer, he’s done horrible things, but so have I. I found him in a shit situation. Swore I’d stick with him. I can’t leave him.” He grabbed my hand and squeezed it.
“I get it,” I mumbled. Tears threatened my eyes and I looked at him. “Shit fuck. I care about you. Shit.”
Anatoli smiled at me softly. Big, tough guy with the warmest fucking eyes.
“You’ve been like a sister to me маленький. You can stay here for the night. I’ll make sure it’s okay. You need your sleep. Tomorrow’s a big day.”
I broke a huge cardinal rule for me and got up and threw my arms around him, for my baby. He was a little shocked but returned the awkward hug.
“Thank you, Anatoli. Thank you. If I make it through this alive you saved my baby. I will forever owe you for that. I’m naming her Anna, after you. Anton if it’s a boy.”
He pulled me away with bright eyes. He looked so much older than twenty-five when I looked in his eyes.
“Thank you маленький. Go to sleep. I’ll watch the house. I won’t sleep tonight. You have my word.”
I nodded. I trusted him. I knew he’d never betrayed me. I fell asleep soundly on the couch, so Anatoli could keep an eye on me and no one could sneak in anywhere. I was paranoid.
Anatoli put a blanket on me.
“идти спать маленький. Go to sleep little one.”
I fell asleep quickly. I had thrown up all day, been rained on, found out I was carrying a life. I was exhausted and felt temporarily safe.
A very rare feeling for me.
It didn’t last long.
Chapter 13:
“Alex! Alex! Get up now! Alex!”
Somebody was shaking me awake, and it took me a solid thirty seconds to process what was going on. Then I remembered the day before and felt the tear stains stuck to my face.
“What time is it?”
Anatoli was already rushing around his house, throwing stuff in a bag. He threw a pile of clothes at me.
“Two AM. Put these on. Your clothes reek. I don’t have much that will fit you. This will have to do until you can buy clothes.”
“What’s going on?”
I immediately started changing right there in the living room.
“Pytor’s on his way over. Seething. Fuck, he’ll be here in a minute. We’ll never make it.” Anatoli looked panicked.
“Alex, I have to tell Tobias. He’ll delay him.”
“Fuck fucking no! Are you shitting me? Tobias! He’ll make sure Pytor kills me.”
“No. He won’t. Tobias is loyal. If I ask him to do this. He will. Tobias isn’t the devil he makes himself out to be.”
“We don’t have a choice, do we?”
Anatoli looked pained. “No Alex. We don’t.”
I put my hand over my stomach. I didn’t like how vulnerable I felt with this baby in me. I couldn’t just make choices for me anymore.
“Call him.”
Anatoli nodded and pulled out his phone.
“Put it on speaker,” I demanded. “If this goes south. I need to know. I don’t trust him and, yes, I trust you to some extent, but I don’t trust anyone one hundred percent.”
Anatoli sized me up as the phone rang and then hit the speaker button.
“Anatoli,” Tobias’s firm voice rang out over the phone.
“Tobias, I need you to step away for a minute. I need you alone.” Anatoli’s voice was the firmest and coldest I’d ever heard it. It sent chills down my spine and I thanked fuck I was on his good side. There was some shuffling on the other end of the phone, then Tobias’s voice came back on over the speaker.
“Done.”
“You are with no one? Not Pytor. His men. Solitary?”
“Yes. What is going on? I don’t have much time away from Pytor. You know this.”
“Alex is pregnant.” My mouth fell open.
“Way to just lay it out there,” I mumbled. Anatoli shot me a stern look, so I shut up.
“What? How is that possible?”
“I’m helping her escape.”
“Fuck Anatoli! Fuck, what the fuck. A, if he finds out he’ll kill you.”
Tobias’s voice was soft. This stunned me. He did have a soft side. Who the hell was this guy?
“I know, but I can’t… “Anatoli sighed. “I have to do this T. She has a kid. Fuck, she is a kid. I need you to delay Pytor. Pretend you see a threat. Pretend you see Alex. Something. For me. I’ve never called in a favor from you, but I need this.”
“Shit Anatoli. Yeah, yeah I’ll do it.” I felt my body slump in relief. “But hurry. Okay? I don’t really want to die under Pytor’s hand. Understand?”
“Yes, thank you.”
“Is she okay?” Tobias sounded annoyed with himself for asking, but, fuck, he asked. Some part of him cared.
Anatoli put his hand over the phone and whispered to me.
“He doesn’t know you can hear this and he will turn on us out of humiliation if you hear him give a shit. So, keep your trap shut.”
Then he removed his hand and went back on the line.
“She’s panicked. She really cares about this kid though T. Wants a life for it outside of this. She cried. Like tears.”
“The bitch cried? Well fucking shit. She has a heart.”
“I told you she did.”
“Okay well, you know this, but don’t tell her I’m involved.”
His voice was cold, back to normal.
“Never dream of it T. I won’t let anyone know you have a heart somewhere in there.”
“Fuck off.”
“Bye T.”
The phone went dead, and Anatoli turned to me with a cocked eyebrow. “See. He’s not all rage and thunder. He may be the only person who has a bigger wall up than you.”
“But he trusts you…?”
Anatoli’s eyes flickered with pure deadly rage. The promise of revenge, of murder. His jaw was tight, and I was actually afraid for the person it was directed towards.
“I was the one who found him.”
“Oh,” I mumbled. “Do you just work to find people with the shittiest pasts and bitchiest personalities?”
Anatoli laughed. “Seems like it,” he mumbled. “Now let’s get moving.”
Anatoli already had my bag ready and I was changed. Anatoli threw the bag on the couch.
“I called a taxi quite a while ago. I just got a message on my private cell that he’s outside. Take this bag with you. The zipper is sturdy. It’s a bag I used in rough terrain back in the day. I put quite a bit of cash in there, T-shirts, basketball shorts you can tie or shit, who the fuck knows. Buy pants fast. I put some basic bathroom stuff, a water bottle you can refill and some non-perishable food.” Anatoli sighed. “That’s all Alex. That’s all I can do, that’s all I have to give.”
“Anatoli. Thank you. Fucking thank you.”
He nodded firmly, clearly emotional. I let it slide without giving him shit. Mainly because I felt emotional too.
“Good luck Alex. I don’t know what sort of shit you’ve been through. Do right by your kid. For what it’s worth… I’m sorry you don’t who the father is.”
Aka, he’s sorry I got stuck screwing so many men you have no idea who the father is.
“Me too, but you’ve made up for it Anatoli. More than.”
I was halfway out the door with my hand on the edge of the frame, looking back.
“Time to go маленький. You once told me you were better than all of this. Go prove it.”
I shot him a confident smile. “I already did. When I came here for my kid.”
I winked and walked out the door. The last image I had of him was him shaking his head at me and smiling. Proud.
It was the perfect goodbye. I was getting good at goodbyes.
I threw
the bag in the backseat and told the driver to take me to the airport. The driver nodded, and I looked through the window at Anatoli’s house. I’d miss it. It was a safe place for me for a lot of years. As the driver started to pull away I pulled my attention forward. I didn’t mind looking at what was right beside me, but I refused to look back. I down right fucking refused. I put my hand on my belly. I couldn’t feel anything, but I knew there was a life in there.
“It’s okay baby. I’m gonna get you out of here. Somewhere safe. I promise.”
“You pregnant?” the driver asked.
“Yes.” I held my belly proudly.
“Little young, don’t ya think?”
His judgement pissed me off. “I’m gonna be a damn good mother sir. Shut your mouth about things you know nothing about.”
The driver shut up after that. We rode in silence all the way to the airport. When he dropped me off he didn’t say two words to me. I just about shit my pants when I opened my bag to pay him and saw how much money Anatoli left me.
“Fuck,” I whispered when I saw the loads of cash in the bag. I handed the guy the bare minimum for being an asshole and headed into the airport. I bought a walk on ticket to a flight to Nashville. I was nervous about security but got through fairly easily. Once I passed security I realized Pytor would probably have men hanging around the airport in case I tried to leave. I hid in the women’s restroom, and just to be sure decided to wait in a stall in case he had women on his side. I could never be too sure. It was uncomfortable, but I just hung my bag on the door and sat criss cross on the toilet as I held my stomach. When it was five minutes till boarding time I made a full-on sprint for my gate. I was out of breath when I got to the gate. The lady raised an eyebrow at me, but I shot her a desperate look and she hurriedly let me on the plane. I didn’t relax until I was in my seat. Then I slouched and took a deep breath. I still stayed as hidden as possible, but I felt a lot better knowing I was flying away from this mess, and the girl I was in it. I landed in Nashville several hours later. I got out and headed down the streets of Nashville with the utmost confidence. No one would make me a victim in this town. I wouldn’t let myself be seen as weak again. That’s how Pytor trapped me. I was hungry and weak, and he knew it. Never again.