Authors: Alexis Noelle

The Beginning of Us (168 page)

Finally, after waiting several hours, a doctor came out to talk to us. She was reluctant to talk because we weren't family but we only had one question for her.

“How is the baby, doctor?” Brandon asked.

“Baby?” The doctor paused and checked his chart. “I'm sorry—I can't give you any information. You will need to speak with Ms. Adams regarding that.”

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Brandon and I turned to each other searching for answers. Why was there a question after the word “baby” when the doctor answered Brandon? I heard our friends gasp and start whispering to each other.

“Please Dr. Ames, just tell me if my baby is okay,” Brandon pleaded.

“Sir, I wish I could tell you more; however, due to patient-doctor confidentiality, I’m not able to give you any information. You’ll need to speak with Ms. Adams.”

“Well, when can we see her?” Brandon asked.

“Visiting hours are almost over for the night, and Ms. Adams is in the Post Anesthesia Care Unit. She will not be able to have visitors until tomorrow at eight a.m.”

We thanked the doctor and turned to our friends who were sitting behind us.

“How much you want to bet that she’s been faking the pregnancy all along?” Jason said.

Ryan, Becca and Max agreed with him. Brandon and I didn't say anything and then I remembered about the ultrasound.

“But...she gave us the ultrasound...”

“Yeah, we went to a doctor appointment with her and saw the ultrasound,” Brandon said, agreeing with me.

“Is it possible she faked that, too?” Becca questioned.

“How can you fake an ultrasound?” Ryan asked.

“You would be surprised at what people are capable of. I’ve seen some crazy shit at my law firm,” Max said.

“But we were there at the doctor's office,” Brandon said.

I just stood there listening to everyone. I didn't have the energy. Not only had Christy tried to kill me tonight, but now she may or may not have been pregnant this whole time.

“Guys, can you take us home? I can tell Spence is tired. We can order pizza and talk there,” Ryan said.

*~*~*

We left the hospital and headed for my house. When we got to my house, I went straight for the couch and laid down.

“Babe, do you want to go lay down in your bed?” Brandon asked.

“No.”

“Are you sure? I will lay down with you.”

“Yes.” I just wanted to be around people right then.

“Okay.” Brandon brushed some hair out of my face, leaned down and kissed my forehead.

I lifted my head and he sat on the couch so I could rest my head on his lap. Everyone was talking around me, but I couldn't focus on what they were saying. I tried to close my eyes but all I saw were flashes of the knife being rammed in my direction.

Instead, I laid there staring at the TV that wasn't on while everyone continued to talk around me. I wasn't paying attention to what they were saying, but I heard Ryan order a few pizzas. My stomach growled and I realized I hadn't eaten since lunch over eight hours ago.

The minutes seemed liked hours as I just laid there while Brandon rubbed my head as it lay in his lap. I caught bits and pieces of the conversations.
I heard Brandon say that he was going to go to the hospital first thing in the morning and talk to Christy.

When the pizza arrived, Brandon asked me if I wanted to eat. I was hungry but I could barely eat. After I managed to eat a slice and drink some of the diet root beer soda, I told everyone I was going to bed.

I heard Brandon say goodnight to everyone else and he followed me to my room. I didn't realize how exhausted I was until I tried to remove my sweatshirt but could barely lift my arms. Brandon helped me change into my pajamas and then we crawled into my bed.

I looked at the clock, it was only 10:34 p.m. What a way to spend a Friday night. We should have been out celebrating the new Seattle gym instead of lying in bed. I guess I could have been lying in a hospital bed like Christy, or worse, the morgue.

*~*~*

Even though I was extremely exhausted, I couldn’t get the image of Christy coming after me with a knife out of my head. I tossed and turned all night. I know I kept Brandon up most of the night as well because he would hug me tighter when I turned my back towards him.

Brandon's phone alarm went off at 6:45 a.m. I had just fallen asleep and woke still feeling exhausted, but I knew that Brandon wanted to get answers from Christy and I wanted to go with him to the hospital.

We arrived at the hospital a little before eight o'clock. Brandon asked the Nurse's Station what room Christy was in and when we finally found Christy's room, we saw a nurse exit and close the door behind her. Brandon slowly opened the door as he clenched my right hand. We walked into the room; the bed curtain was around the first bed. Brandon peeked in then turned to me and shook his head indicating that it wasn't Christy.

We walked a little towards the second bed that didn't have a bed curtain around it. I saw Christy laying there with her eyes closed; she looked peaceful. I noticed her medical chart was lying on a rolling table at the end of her bed. I grabbed it and scanned it quickly trying to hurry before the nurse returned.

Sure enough, Christy wasn't pregnant. The medical chart indicated that when she was admitted to the Emergency Room, they were told she was pregnant by the paramedics based on what I had told them at Brandon’s condo. They did an exploratory laparoscopy...whatever that meant, and checked for the fetal heart rate, only to find that there wasn't one.

During the operation, they checked for the dead fetus but found nothing. There was a note on the file saying all medical evidence concluded that she had never been pregnant. The stress and pain that she caused us over the last few months was for nothing. I slammed the chart down on the table with frustration. Brandon jumped at the noise and looked over at me.

“Sorry,” I whispered. “The chart says she was never pregnant.”

Before I could say anything else, Christy moved. Her eyes opened and when she saw us standing there, she started to scream. Brandon reached down and covered her mouth—I just stood there in shock.

“We’re not here to hurt you, Christy. I just want some answers from you–some
honest
answers,” Brandon said. “When I remove my hand, do you promise not to scream?”

Christy slowly nodded her head and looked over at me. I stood there glaring at her. Brandon removed his hand from her mouth. She didn't scream.

“We won't be long. I just want to know why you faked the pregnancy,” Brandon snapped.

“I...I thought I could get you back,” she whispered with a hoarse voice.

“But you were never pregnant. Didn't you think I would have noticed?”

“I was...I was going to pretend to have a miscarriage once we got back together.”

“We were never going to get back together.”

“I finally realized that.” Christy’s head drooped dejectedly.

“And that is why you tried to kill Spencer?”

She paused and swallowed hard before answering. “Yes.”

“You are really fucked up in the head, you know that?” Christy didn't respond to Brandon. Instead, she started to cry. “We will see you at your trial, Christy,” Brandon said as he started to turn to walk out the door.

I tugged on his hand to stop him and then turned back to Christy. “I just have one question. How did you get the ultrasound?”

She didn't respond at first. Finally, she spoke, “My friend works for the doctor's office. She printed someone else's ultrasound and gave it to me.”

Brandon snorted in disgust, tugged on my hand and we left the room not saying another word to her.

*~*~*

We drove straight to Brandon's condo. He had received a call that it was okay for him to return home and the cops no longer needed to do anymore investigating at the condo; they had everything they needed.

We arrived at his building and took the short elevator ride up to Brandon's floor. My hands became sweaty as he held my right hand firmly. When we stepped off the elevator and walked to Brandon's front door, we saw his door covered in yellow police tape.

Brandon removed the tape and unlocked his door. We both paused. “Are you sure you want to see this?” Brandon asked.

“No, but we are here. We need to clean it up and move on.”

“Baby, you don't have to be strong all the time. I can clean it up.”

“I know. It's okay, I can handle it.”

We walked into his condo. Blood was smeared on the floor where Christy's body laid after she fell down the stairs. Black dust covered the railing of the staircase. It reminded me of the TV show,
Law and Order
and how the cops would dust for prints.

For the next hour, we tried to get all the blood off the floor. No matter how hard and long we scrubbed, we couldn't get it all. I had never had to clean up a pool of blood before, apparently, soap and water wouldn't work one hundred percent. Maybe it was because I knew what was there and it caught my eye more.

After we scrubbed and scrubbed, trying to erase the horrific event, we realized we weren’t going to be able to get it all out on our own. Brandon stood, took my hand for me to stand, walked us over to the couch and sat down.

Brandon turned to me and started to speak, “I'm going to call someone and have them come and clean it tomorrow.”

“Okay.”

“The hour that we have been here has been killing me inside. All I can picture is the story you told me about what Christy did and then seeing her body laying at the bottom of the stairs.”

“Me, too,” I whispered.

It was hard for me to be in there, but I couldn't let Brandon deal with it all on his own. We had been a couple for a short time, but the bonds we shared made us a team. I knew that we would overcome anything after we managed to get past this hurdle.

I loved him so much and I knew that he loved me, too. No one was going to break us apart. I managed to cheat death and we were still together, and I hoped we’d be together forever.

“I... I want to sell this condo and move,” Brandon said.

“Okay, I completely understand.”

“I want
us
to buy a place together. Move in with me?”

Wanted
, the sequel to
Where I Need to Be
, out now.

Check out Brandon’s POV in Finding Spencer,

also out now.

BOOKS BY KIMBERLY KNIGHT

Where I Need to Be (B&S Series, #1)

Finding Spencer (B&S Series, #1.5)

Wanted (B&S Series, #2)

Wanting Spencer (B&S Series, 2.5)

Anything Like Me (B&S Series, #3)

Forever Spencer (B&S Series, 3.5)

Perfect Fit –The B&S Series Box Set (Books 1, 2 & 3)

Tattooed Dots (The Halo Series, #1)

The One (The Halo Series, #2)
Release date: October 20, 2014

Never Stop (The Halo Series, #3) Release date: TBD

My One (The Halo Series, #4) Release date: TBD

***** For a complete list of current books, please visit Kimberly’s website at www.authorkimberlyknight.com/books

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Kimberly Knight lives in the mountains near a lake with her loving husband and spoiled cat, Precious. In her spare time, she enjoys watching her favorite reality TV shows, watching the San Francisco Giants and San Jose Sharks kick butt, crushing candy on Candy Crush, playing computer games like World of Warcraft with Audrey Harte and online poker. Now that she lives near a lake, she plans on working on her tan and doing more outdoor stuff like...watching hot guys waterski. However, the bulk of her time is dedicated to writing and reading Romance and Erotic fiction.

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Dedication:

For those who have been hurt, yet still found the strength to let love in.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses,

places, events, and incidents are either the products of

the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner.

Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or

actual events is purely coincidental.

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