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The Enemy's Child
Anonymous
Jul 17
Scenario:I feel in love with my enemy and I got pregnant by him so i don’t know how to tell him
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Sarah Jennings
Emily's best friend and confidante, supportive of Emily's decisions, curly blonde hair and bright blue eyes, loyal and wise
Jason Miller
the enemy turned lover and father, in a complicated relationship with Emily, tall with sharp features and dark eyes, conflicted and protective
Emily Carter
pregnant by enemy, in love with enemy, petite with long brown hair, conflicted and resilient
I was in love with the enemy.
And he was the father of my baby.
My family would be furious if they knew, but I didn’t know how to keep this a secret.
I had to tell him.
But what would he do?
Would he want to be a part of our child’s life?
Or would he run away as fast as he could?
I was so lost in thought that I almost missed the turn to Jason’s house.
It was a big, beautiful mansion on the outskirts of town, and it had been in his family for generations.
Just like mine.
I parked my car in the driveway and took a deep breath before getting out.
The last time I’d seen Jason, we’d been screaming at each other in the middle of the street.
But that was before we spent the night together.
I stood at Jason's front door, my heart pounding in my chest like a drum.
My hand trembled as I raised it to knock.
The sound echoed through the grand hallway inside, and I felt a shiver run down my spine.
Moments later, the door creaked open, revealing Jason standing there.
His expression shifted from surprise to concern as he took in the sight of me.
"Emily?" he said, his voice laced with confusion. "What are you doing here?"
I swallowed hard, trying to find the words that seemed to be stuck in my throat.
"Jason, I... I need to talk to you," I managed to say, my voice cracking.
He stepped aside, allowing me to enter the house.
The familiar scent of cedar and leather filled my nostrils as I walked into the foyer.
Jason closed the door behind me and turned to face me, his eyes searching mine for answers.
"What's going on?" he asked, his tone soft but urgent.
I took a deep breath, feeling tears welling up in my eyes.
"I'm pregnant," I blurted out, unable to hold it in any longer.
Jason's eyes widened, a mix of shock and confusion washing over his face.
He took a step back, running a hand through his hair as he tried to process what I'd just said.
"Pregnant?" he repeated, almost as if he couldn't believe it. "Are you sure?"
I nodded, feeling a tear slip down my cheek. "Yes, I'm sure."
Silence hung heavy between us, the weight of my revelation pressing down on both of us.
I could see the wheels turning in Jason's mind as he struggled to come to terms with the news.
Finally, he spoke, his voice steady but filled with emotion. "What do you want to do?"
I wiped away my tears and straightened my shoulders, feeling a surge of determination.
"I'm going to keep the baby," I declared. "I want this child."
Jason's eyes softened as he looked at me, but there was still a hint of uncertainty in his gaze.
"And what about us?" he asked. "What do you want from me?"
I took a step closer to him, reaching out to touch his arm. "I want you to be a part of our child's life," I said softly. "But only if you want to."
Jason sighed deeply and ran a hand through his hair again. "This is... a lot to take in," he admitted. "But I'll stand by you, Emily. We'll figure this out together."
Relief washed over me at his words, and I felt a glimmer of hope for our future.
Just then, the sound of footsteps echoed down the hallway.
We both turned to see Jason's father standing there, his expression stern and unyielding.
"What's going on here?" Mr. Thompson demanded, his eyes narrowing as he looked between us.
Jason stiffened beside me, clearly caught off guard by his father's sudden appearance.
"Dad," he began cautiously. "Emily and I have something important to tell you."
Mr. Thompson crossed his arms over his chest and raised an eyebrow. "Well? Out with it then."
I glanced at Jason, silently urging him to speak up.
He took a deep breath and squared his shoulders before turning back to his father.
"Emily is pregnant," he announced firmly. "And we're going to keep the baby."
Mr. Thompson's eyes widened in shock before narrowing into slits of anger.
"You've got some nerve bringing this girl into our home after everything that's happened," he spat out venomously.
"This is unacceptable!" he shouted, his voice echoing through the grand hallway.
Jason stood firm, his eyes locked on his father.
Emily clutched her stomach, feeling the tension rise like a storm about to break.
"You will not ruin our family name," Mr. Thompson continued, stepping closer to Jason with each word.
Jason didn't flinch, his jaw set in determination.
"We are a family now," he repeated, louder this time, his voice unwavering.
I felt a surge of gratitude and fear wash over me as I watched him stand up to his father.
Mr. Thompson's glare shifted from Jason to me, his eyes burning with disdain.
Then he looked back at Jason, his expression hardening even more.
"If you choose her, you're no son of mine," he warned, his voice cold and final.
Jason's jaw tightened, and I could see the conflict in his eyes.
But then he took a deep breath and squared his shoulders.
"Then I guess I'm not your son anymore," he said firmly.
My heart raced as I watched the confrontation unfold before me.
The air was thick with tension, and I could hardly breathe.
Mr. Thompson's face turned an even deeper shade of red, veins bulging at his temples.
"You ungrateful little—" he began, but Jason cut him off.
"No," Jason said sharply. "You don't get to do this. Not anymore."
He took a step forward, closing the distance between them.
"I'm going to be there for Emily and our child. Whether you like it or not."
Mr. Thompson's eyes blazed with fury, but there was something else there too—hurt, betrayal.
For a moment, I thought he might lash out physically, but instead, he turned on his heel and stormed out of the room.
The sound of the front door slamming echoed through the house like a gunshot.
Jason let out a shaky breath and turned to me, his eyes softening as they met mine.
"Are you okay?" he asked gently.
I nodded, though my legs felt like jelly beneath me.
"Yeah," I whispered. "Are you?"
He gave me a small smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.
"I will be," he said quietly.
We stood there for a moment in silence, the weight of what had just happened settling over us like a heavy blanket.
Finally, Jason reached out and took my hand in his, squeezing it reassuringly.
"We'll get through this," he said softly. "Together."
I nodded again, feeling a flicker of hope amidst the chaos.
"Together," I echoed.
Just then, we heard footsteps approaching from down the hallway again.
Both of us tensed, expecting Mr. Thompson to return for round two.
But instead, it was Mrs. Thompson who appeared in the doorway.
Her eyes were red-rimmed as if she'd been crying, but her expression was calm and composed.
"Jason," she said softly. "Emily."
She stepped into the room and closed the door behind her before turning to face us fully.
"I heard everything," she admitted quietly.
Jason's grip on my hand tightened slightly as we both waited for her reaction.
Mrs. Thompson took a deep breath and let it out slowly before speaking again.
"I don't agree with how your father handled this," she said carefully. "But I understand why he's upset."
She looked at me then, her gaze steady but not unkind.
"This is going to be difficult," she continued gently. "For all of us."
I swallowed hard but nodded in agreement.
"But," Mrs. Thompson added firmly. "If this is what you both want... then we'll find a way to make it work."
Jason's eyes widened in surprise at her words while relief flooded through me once more.
"Thank you," I whispered gratefully.
Mrs. Thompson gave us both a small smile before turning back towards the door.
"I'll talk to your father," she promised quietly before leaving us alone again.
As soon as she was gone, Jason pulled me into his arms and held me tightly against him.
"We're going to be okay," he murmured into my hair.
I pulled back slightly to look up at him, my mind still reeling from everything that had just happened.
"Both of our families are part of the mafia," she said quietly.
My breath caught in my throat, and I felt a chill run down my spine.
Before I could say anything, Mrs. Thompson reappeared, her face somber.
"The feud began over a betrayal involving your father."
"Emily," she said softly, glancing at Jason before focusing on me. "Can I speak with you for a moment? Alone?"
Jason looked at me, his eyes filled with concern, but I nodded.
I shook my head, unable to process what she was saying.
"It's okay," I assured him.
"My father?" I whispered, feeling a sense of betrayal wash over me.
She nodded, her expression somber.
He hesitated but then stepped aside, giving us some space.
"Yes. Your father betrayed our family in a way that cannot be forgiven. It led to years of conflict and violence between us."
Mrs. Thompson led me into a small sitting room off the main hallway.
I stood up abruptly, needing to move, to do something with the anger and confusion boiling inside me.
The room was cozy, with plush chairs and a fireplace that crackled softly in the background.
"Why didn't anyone tell me?" I demanded, my voice shaking.
She closed the door behind us and motioned for me to sit down.
Mrs. Thompson looked at me with a mixture of pity and understanding.
I sank into one of the chairs, feeling the weight of the day pressing down on me.
Mrs. Thompson took a seat across from me, her expression unreadable.
"It was for your protection," she explained. "The less you knew, the safer you were."
"Emily," she began slowly, "there's something you need to know."
I clenched my fists, trying to control the whirlwind of emotions inside me.
"I need to go," I said abruptly, turning towards the door.
My heart skipped a beat as I waited for her to continue.
She took a deep breath and looked me straight in the eyes.
I found Jason waiting anxiously in the hallway.
His eyes widened when he saw my face.
"The feud between our families... it stems from something that happened years ago."
"Emily, what's wrong?" he asked urgently.
I grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the front door.
I frowned, confused by her words.
"What do you mean?" I asked cautiously.
She glanced down at her hands, which were clasped tightly in her lap.
"We need to talk," I said through gritted teeth.
Once we were outside, I took a deep breath and turned to face him.
"Jason, our families... they're part of the mafia," I said, my voice trembling with disbelief.
His eyes widened in shock. "What? How do you know?"
"Your mother told me," I replied. "And the feud between our families started because of something my father did."
Jason ran a hand through his hair, looking as stunned as I felt.
"This is insane," he muttered. "But it explains so much."
Just then, Sarah's car pulled into the driveway.
She stepped out quickly, her eyes scanning my face with concern.
"Emily, what's going on?" she asked, hurrying over to us.
I took a deep breath and told her everything Mrs. Thompson had revealed.
Sarah's eyes widened in shock as she listened.
When I finished, she reached out and squeezed my hand tightly.
"I'm here for you," she said firmly. "No matter what."
Tears welled up in my eyes at her unwavering support.
Suddenly, we heard raised voices coming from inside the mansion.
Mr. Thompson stormed out onto the front steps, his face twisted with rage.
"If you don't end this relationship now," he shouted at Jason, "there will be consequences!"
Jason stepped forward protectively, placing himself between Mr. Thompson and me.
"I'm not backing down," he declared. "I'm going to protect Emily and our child."
Mr. Thompson's eyes blazed with fury. "Then you're no son of mine!" he spat before turning and storming back into the house.
Jason turned to me, his expression resolute. "We need to leave," he said urgently. "It's not safe here anymore."
I nodded in agreement, feeling a sense of urgency rising within me.
Sarah stepped forward. "I'll help you pack," she offered.
We hurried inside and gathered our things as quickly as possible.
The atmosphere was tense as we moved through the mansion, aware that danger could be lurking around any corner.
As we loaded our bags into Jason's car, I felt a mix of fear and determination coursing through me.
"We'll figure this out," Jason said firmly as he started the engine.
Just as we were about to pull away from the mansion, a black SUV screeched to a halt in front of us.
Men in dark suits jumped out, their faces set with grim determination.
"Get down!" Jason shouted as he threw the car into reverse.
Gunshots rang out around us as we sped away from the mansion, leaving behind everything we had ever known.
I clutched my stomach, fear etched on my face as I tried to steady my breathing.
The black SUV was closing in fast, its headlights glaring through the shattered back window.
Bullets whizzed past us, one shattering the rear glass completely.
"Hold on!" Jason yelled, swerving sharply to avoid a collision with an oncoming car.
Sarah, sitting in the backseat, fumbled with her phone.
Her hands were shaking as she dialed for help.
"Come on, come on," she muttered under her breath, pressing the phone to her ear.
"911, what's your emergency?" a voice crackled through the speaker.
"We're being chased! They're shooting at us! We need help!" Sarah screamed into the phone.
My heart raced as I glanced at Jason.
Our eyes met for a brief moment, and an unspoken bond seemed to strengthen between us.
He was determined to protect us, no matter what.
Jason took a sharp turn into a narrow alleyway, tires screeching against the pavement.
The SUV struggled to follow, its larger frame scraping against the walls of the alley.
"Hang on!" Jason shouted again as he accelerated out of the alley and onto a busy street.
We merged into traffic, weaving between cars in a desperate attempt to lose our pursuers.
For a moment, it seemed like we had succeeded.
The black SUV was nowhere in sight.
I exhaled shakily, trying to calm my racing heart.
But the tension in the air was palpable; we knew we weren't safe yet.
"Did you get through to them?" I asked Sarah, my voice trembling.
She nodded, still clutching her phone. "They're sending units our way. We just have to keep moving."
Jason's knuckles were white from gripping the steering wheel so hard.
He glanced at me briefly before focusing back on the road.
"We'll be okay," he said firmly. "We'll get through this."
I nodded, trying to draw strength from his resolve.
Suddenly, I saw movement in the side mirror.
The black SUV had found us again and was closing in fast.
"They're back!" I shouted, panic rising in my chest.
Jason cursed under his breath and floored the accelerator.
We sped down the street, narrowly avoiding collisions with other vehicles.
The sound of gunfire erupted once more, bullets pinging off the metal of our car.
"Take cover!" Jason yelled as he swerved violently to avoid another burst of gunfire.
I ducked down as low as I could, praying that we would make it out of this alive.
Sarah continued to relay our location to the emergency operator, her voice frantic but determined.
"We're heading south on Main Street! Please hurry!"
Jason took another sharp turn, this time onto a side street lined with tall buildings.
He maneuvered through narrow lanes and tight corners with skillful precision, trying to shake off our relentless pursuers.
As we emerged onto another busy avenue, I saw flashing lights up ahead—police cars were converging on our location.
"There! The cops are here!" I shouted with relief.
Jason didn't slow down; he kept driving towards the flashing lights until we were surrounded by police vehicles.
Officers jumped out of their cars with weapons drawn, creating a barrier between us and the approaching SUV.
The men in dark suits hesitated for a moment before realizing they were outnumbered and outgunned.
They screeched to a halt and quickly retreated down a side street.
We came to a stop amidst the chaos of flashing lights and shouting officers.
Jason turned off the engine and looked at me with relief in his eyes.
"It's over," he said softly.
I nodded weakly, feeling tears of relief welling up in my eyes.
I glanced at the screen and saw an unknown number.
Hesitating for a second, I decided to answer it.
"Hello?" I said cautiously.
A gruff voice on the other end growled, "Stay away from Jason, or you'll face dire consequences."
My heart raced as I hung up, my hands trembling uncontrollably.
Jason noticed my distress immediately.
"Emily, what's wrong?" he demanded, his eyes filled with concern.
I took a shaky breath and relayed the threat to him.
His face hardened with determination.
"We're not backing down," he declared. "I'll protect you and our child at any cost."
Sarah, who had been standing nearby, suggested, "Maybe you should go into hiding until things calm down."
Jason nodded in agreement.
"She's right. We need to leave now."
We quickly gathered our belongings, stuffing essentials into bags with frantic urgency.
The police presence around us felt like a fragile shield that could shatter at any moment.
As we packed, the reality of leaving everything behind hit me hard.
But there was no time for second thoughts.
Jason grabbed my hand as we made our way to the car.
"Stay close," he instructed, his voice steady despite the chaos around us.
I nodded, feeling a mix of fear and resolve coursing through me.
Sarah helped us load the bags into the trunk.
"Take care of yourselves," she said, her eyes filled with worry. "I'll keep in touch and let you know if anything changes."
We climbed into the car, and Jason started the engine.
As we pulled away from the safety of the police presence, I couldn't help but glance back at what we were leaving behind.
The mansion grew smaller in the rearview mirror until it disappeared entirely.
The road ahead was uncertain and fraught with danger, but Jason's grip on my hand reassured me that we would face it together.
We drove through winding streets and narrow alleys, trying to stay off the main roads where we could be easily tracked.
"Where are we going?" I asked quietly, breaking the tense silence that had settled over us.
Jason glanced at me briefly before focusing back on the road. "Somewhere safe. I have a friend who can help us."
We continued driving for what felt like hours until we reached a secluded cabin deep in the woods.
Jason parked the car and turned to me. "This is it. We'll be safe here for now."
I nodded, feeling a sense of relief wash over me as we stepped out of the car and approached the cabin.
The air was crisp and cool, filled with the scent of pine trees and earth.
Inside, the cabin was rustic but cozy—a stark contrast to the opulence of Mr. Thompson's mansion.
Jason lit a fire in the stone fireplace while I unpacked our bags.
As night fell, we sat together on an old couch, wrapped in each other's arms.
The flickering flames cast dancing shadows on the wooden walls.
"We'll get through this," Jason murmured softly. "No matter what."
I rested my head on his shoulder, drawing strength from his unwavering resolve.
Just then, there was a loud knock at the door.
We both froze, our hearts pounding in unison.
Jason stood up slowly and motioned for me to stay back.
He approached the door cautiously and peered through a small window beside it.
"It's okay," he said after a moment. "It's just Sarah."
He opened the door to reveal Sarah standing there with a worried expression on her face.
"I had to make sure you were safe," she explained as she stepped inside. "And I brought some supplies."
She handed us a bag filled with food and other essentials.
"Thank you," I said gratefully.
Sarah nodded. "Just promise me you'll stay hidden until this blows over."
"We will," Jason assured her.
After Sarah left, we settled back into our makeshift sanctuary.
The fire crackled softly in the hearth as we held each other close.
Despite everything that had happened—and everything that still lay ahead—I felt a glimmer of hope for our future together.
He pulled it out, frowning at the screen.
"It's from an unknown number," he said, his voice tinged with unease.
I watched as he opened the message, his eyes scanning the text.
"You can't hide forever," he read aloud, his voice barely above a whisper.
A chill ran down my spine, and I felt my face grow pale.
Jason immediately bolted to the door and slid the heavy wooden latch into place.
He moved to the windows, checking each one to ensure they were locked tight.
I clutched my stomach as our baby kicked, a reminder of the life we were fighting to protect.
Jason grabbed his gun from the table and turned to me, his expression resolute.
"Stay close," he instructed, his voice firm.
I nodded, feeling my heart pound in my chest.
We heard footsteps crunching on the gravel outside.
Jason motioned for silence, raising a finger to his lips.
The door handle rattled violently.
Jason aimed his gun at the door, ready to defend us at any cost.
My heart pounded, my breath shallow.
Jason motioned for me to stay back and cautiously approached the door.
He peered through the peephole, seeing nothing but darkness.
"Are they gone?" I whispered, my voice barely audible.
Jason nodded but remained tense.
He checked the windows again, ensuring they were secure.
I sat on the couch, trembling, my hand on my stomach.
The room was dimly lit by the dying embers in the fireplace, casting long shadows on the wooden walls.
Jason joined me, wrapping an arm around my shoulders.
"We'll get through this," he said softly, his voice a soothing balm against my frayed nerves.
I nodded, feeling a mix of fear and determination.
The cabin was silent except for the occasional crackle from the fireplace.
Outside, the wind rustled through the trees, creating an unsettling backdrop to our tense situation.
Jason's eyes never left the windows, his body coiled like a spring ready to snap at any moment.
"Do you think they'll come back?" I asked, my voice shaking slightly.
Jason's jaw tightened. "I don't know. But we need to be ready for anything."
He stood up and began pacing the room, his eyes scanning every corner for potential threats.
I tried to calm myself by focusing on the mundane details of our surroundings—the worn rug underfoot, the old clock ticking away on the mantelpiece—but it was no use.
The fear gnawed at me relentlessly.
Suddenly, there was a faint noise outside—a twig snapping underfoot.
Jason froze, his eyes locking onto mine with a look of steely resolve.
"Stay here," he whispered urgently before moving towards the door again.
I watched him go, my heart in my throat.
Every second felt like an eternity as I waited for some sign of what was happening outside.
The silence stretched on, oppressive and suffocating.
Then, without warning, Jason flung open the door and stepped outside into the darkness.
I held my breath, straining to hear any sounds that might indicate what was going on.
A few moments later, Jason reappeared in the doorway.
"It's clear," he said quietly. "But we need to stay vigilant."
He closed and bolted the door behind him before returning to my side.
"We can't keep living like this," I said softly, tears welling up in my eyes. "We need help."
Jason nodded grimly. "I know. But until we figure out who these people are and why they're after us, we have to stay hidden."
He pulled me close, his warmth providing a small measure of comfort amidst the chaos.
"We'll find a way out of this," he promised. "Together."
As we sat there in each other's arms, I couldn't shake the feeling that our ordeal was far from over.
But with Jason by my side, I knew we had a fighting chance.
Just then, another sound broke through the silence—a car engine approaching from a distance.
Jason tensed immediately, his grip on his gun tightening once more.
"Get down," he ordered urgently as he moved towards the window to peer outside.
