The day my life ended had been a pretty good one. I'd finished a big project at work ahead of schedule, which impressed my boss and to celebrate I'd booked two tickets to Bali and a hotel on the beach for the following week. My girlfriend was due to finish work late again, so I'd planned to take her out to dinner and surprise her with the good news.
As I was getting ready to leave the apartment I noticed a message from my girlfriend's Auntie, who I keep muted. That familiar mix of disgust and excitement twisted my chest and I looked at the time. If it was a filthy picture- maybe of her arse or feet- then perhaps i could jack off quickly. That way i would last longer in bed with my girlfriend later. I swallowed.
Opening the message excitedly, my dick already getting hard, i was disappointed to see a short text message. My Chinese character is worse than my speaking, which is very bad. All the characters looked familiar, but i had to use the app's translation function to read it.
'I am pregnant.'
My mouth went dry. There seemed to be a roaring sound in my ears and i could feel my heart pounding. What the fuck?!
I put the phone down, picked it up, put it down again and breathed heavily for about a minute. I re-read the message, translated it using a different program, and considered screaming. That fucking bitch, that dirty old whore, pregnant. Nightmare. With trembling fingers i typed in Chinese 'Are you sure?' And paced my kitchen, sweating.
A minute went buy, then two. No response. I typed 'are you alone?' Still no reply. I called her. Eventually she picked up.
'Wei?' Her voice was harsh, grating. I shuddered. What to say?
'I... your message...'
There was a horrible pause.
'Yes,' she crowed. 'Pregnant.' I winced And closes my eyes.
'What... will you...?' I mumbled stupidly.
'I come Beijing.' She snapped.
'What?! No! Why..?'
'I come Beijing. We talk.' She hung up. I stood in the kitchen, unable to move.
On the way to the restaurant i tried to think positively. She was probably lying (she was a lier, and a whore), maybe she was mistaken (she was stupid, and crazy), or perhaps it was someone else's (who knew how many morons had fucked her dirty old cunt). In any case, this was fixable. She couldn't be planning to keep it. We'd get her a nice, safe, early abortion and that would be that. Life still good. Lesson learned.
My girlfriend looked particularly stunning that evening. Long, milky, athletic legs and tiny waist in her little black dress. Smooth toned arms, delicate hands, great hair, a slender, swan-like neck and a face to die for. She has perfect taste. Never too much makeup on her large, soulful eyes or full, perfect lips. Her little nose rinkles ever so slightly when she giggles and shows you her pearly teeth. She smells great too, like jasmine and coconut.
I took her to our favorite restaurant and we shared a bottle of something fizzy and expensive. She didn't care for showy stuff, or alcohol, but went along with whatever I wanted.
'You're so cute when you're proud of yourself.' She said. 'Like a little boy.'
She wanted to marry me and have two children. I kept putting it off; saying next year id have made enough money and we could move somewhere more healthy for children.
I tried to force myself to forget about the message and phone-call by showing my girlfriend the holiday plans.
'Im happy so long as we're together. And you can teach me to scuba dive! Thank you baby.' Her voice was like music and we had the last happy evening of my life.
When we got back, laughing and kissing and a little drunk, it was to find Auntie waiting for us. Apparently she remembered the key-code and hard let herself in to our home. I froze. Literally feeling ice cold. My girlfriend gasped 'Auntie!? What are... when...?'
She regarded us nastily from the sofa. Sprawled in a horrible, tight, shiny pink dress, and my girlfriend's fluffy slipper. Her face was smeared with thick, cheep make-up, heavy black around the eyes like an evil panda.
'You drunk!' She crowed. 'And dress like slut!' This was so hypocritical as to be almost funny. Auntie looked like one of the older, cheeper prostitutes in a lazy film. I couldn't help staring at her belly.
'Do mummy and daddy know you are here?' My girlfriend asked carefully.
'It's too cold in your flat!' Complained Auntie. 'Not good for health.' Was she rubbing her stomach? Her hands were dark and powerful, the fingernails neon-pink.
We went to bed and tried to sleep. Snuggling up in the dark and listening to Auntie cackle into her phone in the next room.
'Dont worry.' My girlfriend whispered. 'Ill call mummy and sort this out first thing in the morning, ok?' When you get home from work everything will be sorted out.' She kissed me sweetly on the cheek. I had no intention of going to work the next day. I already had the address of a discrete and reliable private clinic. Auntie must have come here to get help, and i had no problem paying whatever it took to protect my nice little life which id worked pretty hard to build.
I lay awake all night listening to auntie shambling about. The memories of how we'd fucked; nasty, dirty, evil memories that filled me with renewed shame and disgust. Auntie bent over our guest bed, moaning into a pillow; Auntie on her back in that filthy room of hers, toes curling as she squealed in my ear; Auntie leering down at me with grey teeth as she rode me on the sofa; my own twisted face in the hotel mirror as i came hard and deep in her dirty arsehole. I moaned with regret, even as my dick got hard.
In the morning my girlfriend left early for work. I called in sick and paced around the apartment, waiting. My tastefully arranged home stank of stale cigarettes and cheep perfume. That dreadful pink suitcase was open across my coffee-table, presenting awful, tacky clothes; all of which id probably paid for. I lifted up a pair of pink lace panties and looked at them. Was that a thick, black pube stuck to the crotch? I swallowed.
I could still hear Auntie's heavy snoring through the guest bedroom door. I shied at the thought of going in and waking her. I made coffee, had a shower, called the clinic and sat down on the sofa to wait. Time was getting on. I called my girlfriend.
'Baby?' Her voice was light and cheerful. 'I called mummy and she said she will handle it, so don't worry. By tonight Auntie will be gone, ok?'
'Thanks.' I said. 'Gotta go now.'
The snoring had stopped, giving way to a more horrible sound from the spare room. A harsh, prolonged clearing of the throat and spitting. Then she emerged, barefoot and wearing an old football shirt of mine. It hung halfway down her thighs and was obscenely tight across her chest and arse. Her hair was a mess and her makeup smudged pink and black across her puffy face. She rubbed her eyes, spreading the garish eyeliner and shadow up to her eyebrows and squinted around blearily.
Seeing me on the sofa, she slunk across the room and sat down, horribly close. Her toenails were long and pink. Her arms and legs were soft and yellow with tiny black hairs visible in the hard light. She smelled dirty.
'Your message.' I began dryly. She grinned at me horribly with big, pink lips and grey teeth. Her broad hand came up to rest on her naval, warm and flabby under the t-shirt. Her evil little eyes narrowed slyly under the thick mascara.
