Amnesia and Star Child

Leila was awoken by the sharp ringing of the bedside telephone.
“Wha-?” Leila uttered before answering the call.
“Yep? Yeah?” Leila said blearily.
“Hey. It’s me, Mike.” The familiar voice on the other end replied.
Leila sat up.
“Mike, are you okay?” She couldn’t help but ask.
There was a sigh and a hushed conversation before any reply.
“Leila, I’ve got a headache and I’m not going to sit on the phone for too long. I just want to know one thing... Do you believe in the supernatural?” Mike’s voice fell slightly.
Leila blinked.
“No - err - yes - well it depends...” Leila shook her head.
What did he mean...?
“Right. Night.” The line went dead.
Leila sat up for hours afterwards trying to make sense of what Mike had said, eventually falling asleep, images of Mike and a strange monster besetting her dreams.

~*~*~

I lay awake, sick and very much agitated.
My head was throbbing uncontrollably, despite the aspirin I’d taken - three tablets worth - all my scars were aching and I kept getting flashbacks.
I couldn’t lie down anymore - I had to keep moving, had to keep my eyes open even though my body was screaming for a good night’s sleep of which I’d been denying it of for years, Rosie should be awake - but for the first time in weeks she’s left me utterly alone - she’s curled up on my bed, sleeping soundly.
I hate this!
I start pacing.

“I hate you!” Anna screamed and slapped me - far harder than I ever thought she could.
I heard the vertebrae in my neck crack as my neck whipped to the side from the force.
“You make me sick - you’re a bastard you know that?!” She ranted.
On and on - and I just stood there like a stunned mullet.
That’s it then, I thought. Divorce papers for sure.
All of a sudden she calmed down. She smiled and kissed me, bringing me closer to her, then pushing me to the wall, pressing herself against me.
“I want to make things work Mikey... I need to know you care...” Anna said in a soft girly pleading voice.
God don’t do this to me Anna - don’t send me on a guilt trip - for fucks sake please don’t...
She kissed me again, pleading with me, flicking her tongue around my lips, asking for me to permit her.
I did as she wanted and let her into my mouth.
Her tongue caressed mine, her hands were running down my sides, tempting me, asking me for something that I just wouldn’t give her.
“Please Mikey? My clock’s ticking... I can’t wait forever.” Anna’s voice, so girlish and pleading...
Rosie’s heart light glowed but I ignored her and the pulses raining down on my mind.
Please no... Please...
Anna touched the edges of my shirt and slid her fingers up under it only a bit but - I banked - hard, pushing her away from me as gently as I could, knowing she wouldn’t hesitate to cry wolf if she didn’t get what she want and had enough evidence to frame me.
She had done it a few times before, saying such things like I had hit her, telling them elaborate tales that I could deny all the way through. By some miracle or another, the verdict always came out that I was more likely innocent, and I was let off with a warning.
Anna’s face contorted in anger.
“Aren’t I good enough for you? Huh?! What is it with you?!” She raged. “Is it blonds is it - aren’t I your type? Huh?!...” She kept going and going...
I couldn’t hack it.
All of a sudden I bolted, darting around her and charging out the door and down the road, running so fast everything blurred to nothingness, tears of guilt and rage were rolling down my cheeks, sobs caught in my throat as I ran blindly away, away from everything.
I reached a house that I knew only too well and ran up to the door, banging it with my fists and shouting for the people on the other side to let me in, knowing they would come, knowing they would let me hide...
“CHESTER!!!” I shouted, pelting the door so hard I wondered if I would break it.
Suddenly the door swung open and I fell through, landing spread eagled on the carpet runner, tears flooding out of my eyes, sobs heaving up in my throat.
Chester sat down next to me.
“Man are you okay? Is it Anna again...?” Chester asks.
I closed my eyes and only managed to cry louder.
I was blubbering wreck.
Chester wrapped his arms under me and pulled me to my feet, supporting my weight and leading my through to the den, pushing me down onto the sofa.
I sat down still bawling my eyes out.
Samantha came in, hands instinctively placed around her ever more rounding belly.
“What happened?” She asked Chester, who was sitting down next to me with his arm around my heaving shoulders.
“Anna I think.” Chester replied simply.
“Oh, you poor thing...” Samantha said sympathetically.
She sat down on my other side and wrapped her arm over my shoulders too, taking my hand and placing it on her belly.
I was still sobbing, but the baby inside had now caught my attention with a sharp kick.
“H - how - ma - many...” I took a deep breath and tried to stop the tears.
God I was a fucking wuss!
“Months? Almost two more to go.” Samantha said with a smile.
I couldn’t help but smile too, despite still being as teary as shit, the thought of Chester and Sam becoming parents made me feel better.
After a while I managed to calm down.