The Disaster Diaries: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Apocalypse Read Free

were practically in a relationship anyway. We laughed, joked, smiled and
spent time together. We made plans together. We went out together. We shared
dinner together. And we did more naughty deeds than most married couples do. It
was just scary to actually say those words, ‘Will you be my girlfriend?’
    ‘Logan?’ asked a female voice.
    I glanced at the woman standing in front of me. She
had a Collie on the lead. The woman was an inch or two shorter than me. She was
slim and pretty. Her long blonde hair was tied back into a ponytail and eyes
filled with regret looked straight at me. The woman looked like an angel on the
outside, but she had the heart of a devil on the inside. It was my
ex-girlfriend, Samantha.
    ‘I don’t want to talk to you.’
    I walked by her.
    ‘You have to talk to me eventually,’ she protested.
‘You have to forgive me. I love you.’
    The flames of anger roared within my stomach. My jaw
clenched and my fist curled into a tight ball. It took every last bit of
self-control I had not to smack her straight in the face. Never in my life
would I ever raise my hand to anyone, especially a woman, but this bitch killed
my baby. She made a conscious choice to kill my baby. It was like every fibre
in my being was screaming at me to kill her in return. Why did she deserve to
live when she had killed my child?
    I continued to walk on.
    ‘You don’t think I regret what I did?’
    That did it.
    I turned to face her. Samantha stepped back in fear.
If looks could kill I would be charged with first degree murder. I stepped
forward and poked a finger towards her face. I know deep down that what I was
doing was wrong. I am no bully, but what she did was beyond evil.
    ‘You killed my baby.’
    ‘I panicked,’ she replied.
    ‘You fucking liar,’ I growled the words. ‘You had an
abortion and killed my child.’
    ‘I wasn’t ready.’
    ‘THEN WHY DID YOU SAY THAT YOU WERE!’ I screamed in
her face. ‘You begged me to have a baby with you. You wanted this child. We
talked about it for months. This wasn’t some accident. This wasn’t some mistake
we made. WE WANTED THIS BABY! We tried and tried to make this baby. You have no
idea how happy I was when I found out you were pregnant. I was going to be a father.
I wouldn’t have done this if you weren’t ready for it. You pressured me into
this. You wanted this child. And then you went off behind my back and had an
abortion. I FUCKING HATE YOU.’ Samantha was in tears, but I didn’t care. I just
saw red. ‘YOU KILLED MY BABY. YOU ARE A COLD BLOODED MURDERER. I HOPE YOU BURN
IN HELL. I WISH YOU WOULD FUCKING DIE!’
    I turned around and stormed off.

 
     
     
     
     
    Chapter
Eight: The Baby
    ***
    I sat in front of my computer with a cold cup of
coffee in my grasp. I was supposed to be working on my second adult novel, but
my brain refused to budge. I made my living writing children’s books under a
pen name. I enjoyed the success of my books. I liked that people enjoyed
reading stories that I had created, but sexy erotic stories were more my cup of
tea. I liked writing hot sex and questioning the decisions people made in life.
This is the type of book I want to write. I had made a conscious decision never
to write children’s books again. It was hard to force yourself to write positive
and inspiring books. It was like I was lying to my readers. That wasn’t who I
am. I have a dark personality. I don’t trust people. I think the world is a
cruel place. I like writing books that reflect my life and decisions I have
made, or should have made, or could have made. I believe the reader connects to
the story more when I write from my heart, but it was hard to do that today.
    All I could think about was my baby.
    The baby Samantha had killed.
    I am not angry that she had an abortion. I don’t
know what I would have done if we had an accident and she became pregnant. It
is easy to say that I wouldn’t agree to an abortion, but I don’t know. Having