The Enemy’s Baby

Ella left her house after Miranda almost pushed her off the road entrance. This time, the thought of the kind of man she would meet again filled her heart as her hand clenched onto her small handbag; she felt some pains that she couldn't express to anyone.

Her straight blond hair fell off her shoulder, and even though it had just finished raining, her aunt Helga insisted she put on the pink harmless top, which revealed her cleavage in the cold weather. Her eyes hovered around for a cab to take her to the Emerald Hotel.

"Sh*t, f*ck you f*ck you *ss hole," Ella cursed as a Hyundai SUV splashed some dirty water on her body. She immediately ran her eyes through the car's number plate to get hold of the number plates; she swore revenge whenever she came across the car again.

The short jean skirt she wore became wet. She opened her bag and brought out a navy blue handkerchief as she started dusting the dirt particles from her short white dress. Tears dripped out of her eyes as she soliloquized.

"Who do I know to meet tonight again? I am extremely tired of meeting with different men who try to harass me sexually. I am tired, '' she lamented bitterly.

Anthony Oswald frowned as he drove his car towards the Emerald Hotel. After splashing water on Ella, he refused to stop to help poor Ella out. He just drove off to the Emerald Hotel. He was already drunk, and he didn't want to go home in that state. His grandparents have warned him to stop getting drunk, and after he did that night, he didn't want to go home to meet his grandparents, Mr and Mrs. Karl Oswald.

It was Sunday. Anthony, who loves to tour alone from his guards, came from Denver to Coronado, about a 3-hour journey. He decided to go to Emerald Hotel to pass the night and enjoyed the blues song while driving towards Emerald Hotel.

"Yes, I know what I will do; I am not in the mood to sleep with anybody tonight." It was late, and everywhere was dark; however, the street light was on, and everywhere was as bright as day.

"I am going to do what Rita taught me. I will paint my sanitary pad with my red lipstick and lie to whatever man I am meeting in the hotel that I am on my period, so he won't be able to touch me," she said to herself as she parted her lips, revealing her set of beautiful white teeth. She was glad that she had a great plan.

Rita, her one and only friend, had taught her one of the tricks she used whenever she wasn't interested in having any sexual intercourse with a man.

"I have to confirm if I am with any sanitary pad first," she said as she opened her bag to confirm.

"Yes, I'm glad I took it; I will paint the pad with it," she soliloquized and brought out the lipstick in her bag. Unbeknownst to her, the small sheet of paper on which Helga had written the room number of the hotel where she was to meet the man had fallen out of her bag.

She took the lip gloss and rubbed more on her lips, which made them shine brighter. She let out a big smile as her plan gave her joy. Just then, a Toyota Camry passed by. She waved to the car, which stopped as she entered.

"Take me to Emerald Hotel," she told the driver as she shuffled her long hair to the back.

"Emerald Hotel? Tonight? Do you have any mission there?" the driver asked as he looked back towards Ella, and their eyes met. Ella was infuriated by the question, but instead of letting out her anger, she smiled and replied, "Yes, thanks." The cab driver kept staring at her. It was cold, and her skirt was wet as well; she just couldn't wait to get to where she was headed.