My Abyss Of Desire With Mr Bill

My body froze as my gaze fell on him. He walked into the diner with a sly grin on his lips like he always does.

My heartbeat produced sounds that I was certain if the diner was quiet, I was sure the boy who stood just inches away from me would hear it.

Anton Leigh!

What the hell was he doing here?

How did he find me?

My hands flew to my stomach in fear, I suddenly felt the urge to protect her, to protect us.

Without a second thought, I ran off through the back door. My greatest fear was him finding out about the pregnancy.

While running and looking back to make sure he wasn't following, I slipped at the door and fell.

The indistinctive chatter in the room woke me up. Anton was standing in the room with someone in a scrub. He looked furious guessing from whatever they were discussing. They must have told him about the pregnancy. I was in no mood to explain anything to him. Making sure my baby was okay was what mattered the most to me. They seemed to be deep into the conversation so I cleared my throat to get their attention.

The nurse came running as soon as she saw me awake. She told me everything was fine and that I just needed to get more rest.

It was just Anton and I in the room after she left.

He was pacing back and forth angrily. I didn't bother asking why because it was obvious.

Dating him had never been an easy feat. He had the nastiest temper I had ever seen, which was why I ran away in the first place. I loved Anton but having a child with him had never been part of the plan.

We had a heated argument the day I left and he had hit me continuously. It wouldn't be the first time he did that. Hitting me was becoming a norm for him.

We broke up so many times but always got back together.

So that fateful evening, I had gone to his house to end things with him yet again, only this time I had decided not to get back together no matter what happened. I knew I should have just gone but I needed that closure to be able to move on to the next phase of my life.

He was drunk when I got in and that was the classic everyday Anton. Life wasn't anything to him without constant partying and drinking.

Dragging myself out of his place after the whole argument, I made my way to the train station. My parents and my best had no idea what was going on. Me leaving was the best thing for everyone and my baby, at least that's what I thought. My parents loved me but they loved their reputation too and this pregnancy would ruin things for them and that was the last thing I wanted.

I lay there on the hospital bed thinking about my parents and what they would think of me when I came back. Anton was never going to let me out of his sight again and he would do anything to make sure I go back with him.

I tried to think of ways I could sneak past him but every time I tried to execute one, he always found a way to ruin it.

He tried to make conversations many times but I wasn't in the mood.

I finally found a chance to sneak out when my eyes opened and he was asleep on the couch. Immediately taking off the needle on my arm, I slowly walked to the door. Opening it, a man in his 40s stood there. He was coming into the room. I told him I wanted to get some air outside as this was the only opportunity I had to escape but he said he had important news about my baby. My heart started beating fast as I turned and walked back to the bed. What was this important news? Anton was awake now. Sitting there and searching the doctor's face as we both awaited the news. He seemed to be taking his time but my patience was almost out. "What's the important news?" I finally broke the silence. "I'm sorry", he began and I regretted asking the question almost immediately. I wasn't ready.

The news of me losing the baby was unbearable. For a few minutes, I sat there unable to speak. I felt a part of me die. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I rubbed my stomach.

"This was your fault", I finally spoke as I stared at Anton. "This was your fault. If you had just stayed back, my baby would still be alive", I screamed at him. Their attempts to calm me down proved futile. The room suddenly became suffocating and it was hard to breathe.

I quickly ran outside. The hospital was the last place I wanted to be right now and Anton's stupid face was the last thing I wanted to see. Walking back to the diner in the hospital gown and the plaster on the back of my palm. Changing into normal clothes and picking up my things, I decided to go back home. There was nothing else for me here. This place would only remind me of what I'd lost and I wasn't in the right state of mind to go through that.

Walking outside the diner, Anton was by his car waiting. He begged me to get in the car so we could go home.

Devastated and heartbroken and not knowing what fate awaited me back home and if I was going to survive this loss, I reluctantly got into the car and followed him home.

Staring at the paperwork in front of me, mindlessly, I couldn't fathom where the zeal I came to work with had suddenly gone. Tired and couldn't wait to finish up and head home, even though it was the last place I wanted to go. I picked up my phone to make a call, and suddenly, there was a loud knock on the door, followed by an aggressive push on the door. My phone dropped from my hand in shock.

"What are you doing here?", I asked, in the calmest tone possible. "Don't get smart with me, Laila", Anton yelled angrily at me. "You've been ignoring my texts and calls since this morning Laila. "Been choked with work", I replied.

He came closer, hand behind the wall where I stood. He looked sternly and furiously at me and said. "I do not care if you're the only one heading this company, you should answer whenever I call you".

I became agitated and tried to step away from him, but he grabbed me strongly by the arm. "So because you got this fancy job, you feel you're too good for me now, is that it?"

Struggling to break free from his grasp, but at the same time, not wanting to alert the attention of the other employees. I finally got free after so many pushes and slaps on his chest. "You can never be free of me Laila. Never," he slapped the papers off my desk and walked out.

I stood there for what felt like forever but could be only minutes.

I couldn't understand how I let myself be treated that way. After the miscarriage incident a while back, I vowed never to let a man, especially Anton treat me that way.

"Why did I marry this bastard?"

He pisses me off so bad, I could break his head open. Wiping a drop of tears trailing down my cheek, I picked up my bag and left the office. Going home after what had just happened wasn't in the books for me and I wasn't in any mood to deal with any of my husband's bullshit for the rest of the day, so I made my way to my local regular bar.

Walking into the dimly lit bar, the soft sound of the jazz music swaddled me like a warm hug. It was my go-to spot to relax after a long, stressful day at work. And with what happened with Anton, I sure needed a few drinks. The smell of leather and whiskey filled my senses, suddenly calming my tensed nerves. I made my way to the bar, exchanging a smile with the bartender, Tim.

"Hi there! The usual?" Tim asked, his face lit up with the brightest smile.

I nodded, sitting on one of the old wooden crafted stools. The light flickered everywhere, giving the bar the usual expensive look.

"Yes please", I said to Tim.

As Tim started to mix my drink, I couldn't help but notice a sense of relief engulf me. It had been a stressful week, and the worst day, ever. I was grateful for this little slice of peace. My job at Mascot Group of companies was stressful, to say the least, but nothing compared to being stuck at home with my unbearable punk of a husband. Juggling between presentations, travels, meetings, and my husband, I'd barely had the time to breathe, let alone properly relax. A loud sigh escaped me as I thought of him. He pokes on all my bad sides, and he'll soon realize how wrong he is for doing that.

"Peace finally", I murmured.

I picked up my drink and was just about to take a large gulp when I felt a chill run down my spine. It felt like someone was watching me. Felt a bit reluctant to turn because I wasn't ready for any more drama today, but when I did, there was nothing or no one suspicious.

Turning back to my drink, there was suddenly a subtle tap on my shoulder.

My heart skipped a beat, as I turned again, my eyes locking with his. I hadn't expected to bump into him here, of all places.

He looked even more ripped and handsome than ever. His chiseled abs were visible through his shirt. His skin glowed in the dim light. His beautiful gray eyes seemed to burn right through me. The familiar smile inviting. I quickly looked away, and then back at him, just to make sure, I wasn't drunk on Mimosa and seeing things that weren't there.

His eyes cramped slightly. A smile played on his luscious lips. "Laila Evans, I didn't expect to find you here", he said, his cavernous eyes and deep voice sending butterflies to the pit of my stomach. "Everything okay?", he asked.

My cheeks became red hot. He was real. He was staring right at me which made me weak in the knees, and speaking to me. Smiling and, trying to play it cool, hoping he didn't notice my burning red-hot cheeks. "Yeah everything's fine", I answered hoping my voice was as calm as I had imagined it in my head.

The conversation flowed smoothly from there, and before any one of us knew it, we'd been chatting for hours. We talked about nothing and everything. The bartender, Tim, brought more drinks following our request.

We were drinking and chatting but there was this unease I couldn't quite shake off.

It felt as though someone was watching me. "Could it be Anton?", I thought, looking around the bar, searching for clues, but nothing. I picked up my drink facing him again and speaking when I heard a loud buzz from my phone. I ignored it, thinking it was probably Anton being classic Anton. He wasn't going to ruin my evening too.

We kept chatting but the buzz came again, and this time, I picked up my phone, ready to curse out whoever it was that was interrupting my peace, but my expression changed immediately I looked at my screen. It was the weirdest unsettling text from an unknown number. I felt chills but tried to shake it off. Staring at the second text, it was now clear that someone was watching me.

"What was this text about? But more importantly, why was the person watching me?" This question kept playing on my mind.

Laila POV

"Is everything okay, Laila", he asked, looking worried. "Yes, everything is fine. There's been some kind of emergency and I'm needed at home, I answered, immediately picking up my bag and heading outside.

I decided after the whole incident the previous day, to stay home. I called the office to let them know I'd just come down with a fever.

"I'll be heading out for a few hours", Anton said, handing me a cup filled with coffee and cream, just the way I like it. "Be good while I'm gone", he said planting the longest kiss on my forehead. The kiss grossed me out, but I had to force a smile. It's maddening that he's acting this way, after the crazy stunt he pulled yesterday. "I'll be okay, it's just fever", I said, hoping my husband would just leave me be and head to wherever it was he was going. He walked to the door, blowing me a kiss before shutting the door behind him.

I stood up, and walked towards the window. I was worried, terrified even, but couldn't stop thinking about the man from the bar last night. Sitting at the window pavement and closing my eyes as I inhaled the fresh morning air. Pictures of the beautiful scene from the bar last night filled my thoughts. I remembered every smile, every muscle, every scent. I had left in a hurry but hoped to see him again, but then I remembered the text from the bar last night. Picking up my cell phone, I stared at the text. "Stay away from him, you cheating whore!. You won't be warned again", I read the text in a very low tone. Scrolled up to read the second text, which was even more frightening. " I see Mimosa is your favorite. Nice shoes you've got there, princess. I'd hate to have to use the heels on your pretty head". So someone had been watching us at the bar. But who? I stared at the texts for a few more minutes, and while staring at my phone, a new notification came in. Out of fear of what the text might be, I dropped my phone immediately, swearing to not let whoever that was, mess up my day even more. Famished, I made my way to the kitchen for breakfast.

"Look who decided to grace us with her presence, hey princess", Tara said sarcastically. Tara and I had grown up together and have been best friends ever since, but she was more than just a best friend to me. Tara was my family.

She was making breakfast for me. Anton had called her to tell her about the fever. Tara was the one person I felt closest to. She was there for me when my uncle and his family took everything from me and sent me out into the cold street. She was my sister. I'd tell her things, I couldn't tell my parents.

Walking to the counter, where she was. I sat down, resting my head on her arm. "Didn't expect to see you here so early Tar". "What? Your boyfriend finally took my advice and decided to be rid of you?" I asked sarcastically. We both laughed and continued with making breakfast.

A sense of relief engulfed me. I didn't want anyone finding out about the texts, but Tara was not just anyone and since she was here, I decided to bare out my whole heart to her. "There's something you need to see later", I whispered to her. She nodded.

I walked into my room with Tara still scared, motioning for her to sit on the bed.

Feeling her inquisitive eyes on me, while picking up my phone from where I had dropped it earlier. I joined Tara on the bed, turned on my cell phone, and there was a new text. My heart skipped but as I looked closer, it was from the office. The employees were having a night trip on that day, and a broadcast had been sent across. I felt a rush of adventure and anticipation from getting away from the town, even if it was for a minute.

Turning to Tara, "Take a look at this weird and creepy text from last night", proceeding to hand her the phone. Tara glanced at the phone, with an expression that was hard to make out. She must be scared for me, I concluded. "This is messed up Lay. That's what she always called me. "If they text you again, we are going to have to go to the police. I'll also advise you to stay home for a few days until this blows over", she said, while holding my hand. Nodding in agreement, I hoped to hide that I was going on a trip that same evening.

I hated myself for lying to my best friend, but going away for a while was crucial to me. I packed a few things needed for the trip as soon as she left. Tara would have done everything to stop me from going on that trip if she knew and she would have done that for my safety.

The thought of calling Anton to let him know about the trip came to my mind but knowing my husband, he would do anything to stop me from going on that trip for his selfish reasons.

Leaving him a note on the nightstand, I quickly picked up my bag and made my way to the car. I planned to be out of the house before he got back.

I used to love Anton growing up, but since we got married, the very sight of him irritated me. I knew very well Anton didn't love me. Not as much as I had wanted him to anyway. The Leighs took me in, out of pity, after my parents' demise, and I married Anton a few years later. I felt indebted to them and believed we would grow to love each other with time, but that didn't happen.

I drove straight down to the location of the trip.

I was headed inside the hotel when I heard a loud thud and the next thing, there was a band-aid wrapped around my head at the hospital. I must have passed out because the only thing I remember was going inside the hotel reception.

The pain was unbearable but was nothing compared to the news I received from the doctor, and the text I had gotten on my phone.