Dera’s Book blog

A week later... Emilia “I am done with the greys, I mean no child should be subjected to such a toxic environment,” I yelled to Amber from the shower, she was wiping off her makeup in the other side of the bathroom,“You should have seen how cold and rude he was to me, not to mention he didn’t even look at me once like I repelled him or something.” She sighed,“I told you it won’t be easy, the Grey’s are known to be very arrogant and selfish, I warned you but you wouldn’t listen.” she said and I pulled the curtains aside to look at her,“I know, I should’ve listened to you and I am sorry, I was so clouded with the money that I ignored everything else.” She smiled weakly,“so what’s the plan now Em?” “I don’t know,“I said getting out the shower and wrapping a towel around my body, I reached into my drawer and pulled out my jemmies. “We need to find out if you are pregnant, that’s the only way we can get you out of this mess,” Amber said, I nodded hysterically,“what if I am?” ...

Emilia The next day at noon the driver came to pick me up at exactly noon as Mrs. Grey had said. “Mr. Grey will see you now.” A lady in blue and white uniform informed, I nodded and gathered myself up,“this way please,” she said gesturing me towards a black door and without saying a word she grabbed the handle firmly and pushed the door open as I stepped in my eyes swept through the room. I gasped impulsively at its enormity, the room is like a perfect magazine cover. The king sized bed had cream shirts inlaid with a fine green silk, leaves embroidered so delicately that they might have landed there in spring and just sunk in, but I know they took hundreds of hours to sew. The white curtains are linen, the kind of white that is untouched by hand and then my eyes landed on a man standing and looking out the window, there were two male nurses standing beside him like two human robots, “sit.” he ordered without taking his eyes off the windowpane. A slight shiver passed through my s...

Emilia It’s been almost three week since my insemination and I am not quite sure how I had made it those past weeks without attempting to shoot myself, I can barely sleep or eat and anytime I try to close my eyes I am instantly reminded of what a terrible person I am for considering selling my first child for money. Let’s say for the past hour, I have been sitting at the dining table stabbing at the food on my plate, I don’t know what it is I am eating but I know one thing it tastes disgusting. Getting up I grab the leftover on my plate and place it in the fridge deciding to eat it later, I was about to make it back to my room when my phone suddenly began to ring. I pull it out of my pocket and looked at the caller ID, oh! If isn’t the devil her self Mrs. Grey, I battled myself whether or not to answer it because I really didn’t want to speak to her but at the end she will always win because she literally owns me now. “Hello.” I answered with a lot of venom's filled in my vo...

A week later Emilia I lay on a bed with my legs open as the doctor inserted some sticks inside of me Mrs. Grey was standing next to me but left a minute ago to answer a call, "stay still Miss Clark. "the doctor warns almost making me want to bark at her, how the hell does expect me to stay still while she sticks this shit inside of me. My palms are sweating excessively, I can barely breathe or think properly maybe this a sign that I shouldn’t be doing this. My heart began panting heavily, “Emilia.” the doctor calls in worry. “I need air.” I let out breathlessly. “calm down Emilia, take a deep breath,” she said, I nodded and sucked in a deep breath letting it all out slowly, “its okay to be nervous.” the doctor explains, “just take your time, we will start when you’re ready,” she says with a smile. I nodded and laid back down ready to get it over with it, I take another deep breath and centred my eyes on the ceiling, you can do this Emilia, it’s not like you have ...

Emilia We are currently seating in small private conference room waiting for Mrs. Grey’s lawyer to show up,  I never characterised Mrs. Grey as someone who could wait for anyone, clearly this is important to her. the door slams open and a lady rushes in a black white dress, “I’m sorry for the delay, Mrs. Grey.” she says as she takes off her bag and sits beside me. Mrs. Grey simply nods understanding. She turns her face to me, “you must be Emilia Clark.” she says with a smile offering me a handshake, I shook it, “yes, nice to meet you-:“she supplies, “Helen Wilson.” “Helen Wilson.” I repeated. “so, let’s begin....the contract. “she says as she reaches out for some files in her bag and places them on the table. “Do I need to explain what this arrangement is about miss Clark?” the lawyer asks, I shook my head vigorously. “very well then, according to the contract prior to signing, you’ve willingly submitted to a health test, you are as well to provi...

  Emilia It’s been a week since my encounter with Mrs. Grey and I still haven’t heard a word from her, a little part of me is hoping she would eventually come around but the other part is taking it as a sign. In the meantime I have another Job interview tomorrow, I couldn’t keep waiting for the Grey’s to get on their high horses and contact me while my family sunk0„2 in more debts. I had to do something. I grabbed my phone from the side table and made it out the room, I happen to be spending the weekend with my family, I entered the kitchen to see my mom making dinner. My little brother Jason was playing PlayStation in the living room downstairs with some of his friends from school. “Hey! Mija.” my mom said with a weak smile, her under eyes looked puffy, it’s obvious the whole stress is weighing getting to her and it breaks my heart that I can’t do anything to help. I smiled back and helped her with dinner. “Mija,” she called as I chopped the potatoes. ...