"Serita Stevens - The Unborn" - читать интересную книгу автора (Stevens Serita)

"However, we did save your baby. You have a wonderful baby girl. Quite a fighter considering her prematurity. Do you want to see her?"

Eddie's mouth dropped open. "Her! You saved the kid and you didn't save Janey!"

He grabbed the doctor's collar and began to shake him.

"Please, Mr. -- Hutchins --"

The doctor paused, trying to catch his breath.

"We performed an emergency c-section. I thought -- you'd be -- pleased."

Eddie released the doctor nearly throwing him against the wall.

"Yeah. I'm pleased," he said, scowling. "How d'ya suppose I'm gonna raise a brat by myself."

"Mr. Hutchins, I realize your situation is difficult but it's not unique.

"I'm sure --" He loosened the knot on his tie. "Do you want to see your daughter?"

"Yeah. Sure."

They brought Eddie into the nursery. I knew I must look a sight with all these tubes and things they'd stuck in me, but no matter what it took, I was going to live -- and make him pay for murdering my mother.

His mouth gapped open as he stared at me.

"My God, she looks like -- Janey."

As he looked down at the crib, I hated him even more than before. I would have my revenge. Weak as I was from the delivery and everything that had happened already, I managed to summon all my powers as I stared directly at him and forced my brain to project the message.

"YOU KILLED HER. I HATE YOU." I saw the horror in his eyes and knew he'd heard me. I cooed and smiled as I kicked off my blanket.

"I gotta get me a drink." He turned and left the nursery.

It was several days before he came back. I struggled to get stronger and knew he was supposed to take me home today. I didn't want to go with him, but I was still helpless in this new body. I tried to tell the nurses what Eddie really was, but none of them seemed to understand that he'd murdered my mother.

But I cared.

It was after five when he came into the nursery to fetch me. I waited until he stood over the crib and I could smell his whiskey breath.

"I'm gonna kill you, Eddie."

Once more I saw the reaction as his eyes glazed over. He probably drunk too much. I gurgled and gave my cute baby act for the nurses.

"This kid's not normal. She can talk."

Eddie's voice cracked.

"Oh, Mr. Hutchins," the older nurse, the one I called Granny, laughed, clucking her tongue. "Of course, she's normal."