Page 21 of Omen's Bombshell

“Fine!” the first girl states, throwing her attitude around even more as the two women move closer to me.

They go to walk past me and at the very last second both of them shove into me and I can’t catch myself on anything. My stomach slams into the shelves at my side and I end up falling to the floor because I can’t latch onto anything to stop myself from collapsing as pain fills my stomach. Tears instantly fill my eyes and the pain continues to get worse with each passing second.

“Ma’am, are you okay?” the employee asks me, kneeling down next to me and letting his eyes roam over me for any sign of the injuries on my body. “Fuck! Ma’am, you’re starting to bleed. I’m going to call for an ambulance. Is there anyone else you need me to call?”

I’m in so much pain, I can’t even answer the guy as my entire body starts to shake and fear consumes me for my unborn baby. I’ve done everything in my power to protect this little one during the entirety of my pregnancy and now because of two jealous, petty skanks, my baby’s life is in danger and there’s nothing I can do about it.

“Omen,” I whisper as my vision starts to fade and I feel a gush of fluid from between my legs.

Fighting with everything I have in me to stay awake, I reach out toward my purse but know I’m not about to reach it. Several other people have moved closer to surround me as I barely hear the store employee talking on the phone.

“Someone call Rooster or Marie from the Dirty Slayers. Please,” I beg, my voice breaking because I know they’ll be the ones to tell Omen what’s going on. “Please help my baby!”

I’m begging and pleading and I can barely understand what’s coming out of my mouth as I finally manage to look down and see blood and other fluid all over the floor of the aisle I’m currently laying in. Someone else is talking and I have no clue if they’re talking to me or someone else as my heart races, my body trembles, and I’m fighting my hardest to remain awake despite the pain and fear consuming me. Tears slide down my face as I try to wrap my arms around my swollen belly as if that can protect the baby I carry. Pain tightens my stomach as my first contraction hits and it steals the breath from me. This isn’t good at all. I’m going into labor because of two petty bitches and their need to hurt me because of their own actions and the consequences they’re suffering because of choices they made.

Chapter Thirteen

Omen

SITTING AT THE clubhouseafter having a meeting with the fire chief to go over the design of the bike with him for the final approval, I’m listening to my parents talk about the baby Oaklynn’s carrying and what they’ve bought her for the baby shower my mom and Melissa are planning to throw. It will also be a gender reveal party and I know my dad is doing something for it. I’m not sure exactly what they’re planning but I would be lying if I said I wasn’t interested in the details as I listen while letting my mind try to form a plan to go to Oaklynn and talk to her about everything. I’ve been riding by her house daily and I have every intention of stopping to see if she’ll talk to me but I always chicken out at the last second and just ride by. My dad has been on my ass, asking me almost daily since our talk if I’ve talked to her or not. The look of disappointment in his eyes when I tell him no kills me because I hate disappointing my parents more than anything else.

“Kellan, do you want to be part of the gender reveal?” my mom asks me, a wavering smile on her face as I look at her and try to process her words.

“Yeah. I want to be there and a part of that day,” I answer honestly as my mom’s smile gets even brighter while my dad nods his head in approval. “When are you havin’ the party?”

“Next weekend. Melissa, Kimber, and I are gonna decorate the clubhouse the day before the party and make sure everything is ready to go. We’ll pick up Oaklynn and bring her here since it’s so hard for her to drive. I’m honestly surprised she’s going out on her own today. But she’s been in the cottage for weeks, only going outside to her backyard. So, she wants to go get groceries today. I hate her driving herself but I was busy with the paperwork at the salon earlier today and Melissa has something going on so neither one of us could take her. I know Jace is at work and she won’t ask anyone to take a day off to help her,” my mom answers, surprising me as I sit up straighter in my seat.

“Why can’t Oaklynn drive? Has somethin’ happened to her or the baby?” I question her, worry filling me as I prepare to jump out of my seat and go to the woman who’s consumed my thoughts as she carries my baby.

“Nothing has happened to her or the baby, Kellan. Her stomach is too big to fit behind the steering wheel comfortably. She’s had to move her seat back and it’s hard for her to reach the pedals to drive long distances. Really, she shouldn’t be driving herself around at all, but she’s stubborn and the doctor hasn’t told her not to drive at this point,” my mom answers me, her smile vanishing because she’s worried about the woman who has wormed her way into all of our lives without even trying to do so.

“What about havin’ a Prospect drive her around?” I ask, already thinking of who I’d trust with her and my unborn baby.

“She won’t let it happen. I’ve already made the suggestion to her more than once and Oaklynn turns me down every single time. It’s hard enough to get her to let Melissa or me drive her anywhere,” Mom states, her voice slightly harder than before because she cares about Oaklynn and is only trying to help her.

Before I can respond, my mom’s phone rings and she picks it up from the table. A smile forms on her face as she answers the call.

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