Page 52 of Forbidden Pregnancy
“How can you know that?”
“Because I’m psychic.”
Hm. There’s definitely something going on with CC, but I’m not sure it’s connection to another realm.
“I don’t believe you.”
“But you believe an ultrasound?”
“Yes…”
CC smiles. “Just kidding. I would too. But my brother is impossible, so now I have to rely on my female intuition and these…”
She fans out the tarot cards and I shake my head. This girl is just as strange as you would expect from somebody who grew up in social isolation, forced to obey strict and random rules until she was an adult. Even now, I don’t think CC realizes how much freedom she’s missing out on.
I know I shouldn’t let my sympathy for her get her off the hook for what she did to me and Michael. She didn’t want to be alone with him anymore, but I would have entered her life willingly if CC had only asked me. She starts shuffling the cards again as I sit with the weight of her prediction.
Can I seriously imagine Michael Corsini as a “girl dad” taking a little mixed race girl to gymnastics classes and track practice? CC bridges the cards and sighs.
“I realized something,” she says. “And I feel stupid for not seeing it earlier.”
I’m expecting an apology.
“You hooked up with my brother,” CC says. “I mean obviously, the pregnancy. But I mean… when you were my tutor. You hooked up with him.”
I feel exposed. Heat colors my cheeks and I wish I could sink into the floor. CC stops shuffling the cards and it goes quiet. I’ve been quiet for way too long which makes me seem guilty as sin.
“Myra!” CC says, getting all the confirmation she needs. “It’s true!”
“I–
I sound just as awkward as the twenty-six year old virgin I was back then.
“Well…” CC says, struggling through a response herself. Maybe a part of her hoped it wasn’t true.
She goes through about fifteen emotions at once.
“It was Michael’s fault,” she says confidently. “I’m sure he pounced on you like a big… oh myGod…I am such an idiot.”
“You were a kid. How were you supposed to know?”
But I can feel something painful knotting in my chest from recalling that part of my life. I buried everything that happened between me and Michael Corsini for a reason – and I don’t want it to come out now with CC and her tarot cards.
It’s too much for me to handle, especially because I can’t back away from Michael now in the same way I could before. I’ll be bound to this dangerous man… forever.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Michael
Twelve Years Ago
Myra can’t keep up her nonchalant act inside my brand new car. I shouldn’t have done all this just to impress her, but I needed a new car anyway. I paid extra to have the custom options rushed, so I could get an all black matte with black rims. The Maserati GranTurismo MC would make any woman instantly lose her panties. Myra’s no different, especially since this one still has its new car smell.
The ride is dark, elegant… private. It’s hard not to fantasize about fucking Myra in the back.
“You aren’t scared to park this thing in downtown Buffalo?” Myra asks as the engine comes to life without making a sound. The car’s engine makes a barely detectable growl as I swing us around down the driveway towards the city.
“I’m not scared of anything, really,” I respond, noticing Myra’s stiffness at my perceived arrogance, I quickly add. “Except horses.”
