1.4 Resistance is Futile


Welcome back! Sorry for the long delay in chapters, I was in the middle of getting the pictures done for this chapter when Sims 4 added toddlers, so of course I had to try it out ;). Totally worth it, I might add. Anywho, on to the chapter.

~Lauryn’s P.O.V~

screenshot-93It had been several weeks since Raj’s violent outburst, but true to his word, he had been nothing but a gentleman afterwards. It took a few days, but my bruises eventually faded.  I contemplated this as I held the multiple positive pregnancy tests in my hands. My eyes could hardly register what they were seeing. If I had any doubts about starting a family with Miguel, they were out the window now. I sat in shock until I heard the front door slam shut. I stood up quickly when I heard Raj stumble around the kitchen, searching for his rum. I met him in the kitchen and could smell the alcohol on his breath. He had been coming home later and later these days,  smelling often of cheap booze. His hands held mine as I poured him a glass. He was luckily too drunk to notice my fingers trembling. I sat next to him on the couch and laid my head on his shoulder, “Bad day, babe?” He tossed back the next shot of rum before nodding, “Very bad day. My partners basically screwed me over in a deal we made with China. He gets 70% of our profits, and I’m being forced out. My own freakin’ company is forcing me out.” I rubbed his neck as his head bent in frustration, “So what are we going to do?” I nearly jumped out of my skin as he threw his glass against the wall and it shattered. He stood up and began pacing, “Exactly. What the hell am I going to do. I have 12 hours to offer some scrap of a deal to China, knowing full well my partner has the upper hand. Or I could sell the rest of my shares before it’s too late.” I nodded, not sure whether I was supposed to actually answer. I pulled his arm and he reluctantly followed me into the bedroom. I helped him undress, kissing him softly.


We were awakened by the sun streaming into the bedroom. I was curled up against him., like a perfect puzzle piece. He groaned and covered his eyes with his hand. He was definitely feeling the rum from last night. I snuggled him close before whispering in his ear, “You want some breakfast?” He shook his head, “No, stay in bed with me. I have to go right to work, and I want to stay with you as long as possible.” I blushed before trailing my finger on his chest, “Well, then I have some good news, babe.” He raises an eyebrow and starts to undress me. I chuckled suddenly, “No, honey, not that! I have a surprise for you. I laid back against the headboard and led his hand to my stomach, “We are going to have a baby!” I smiled so wide my cheeks hurt, until I saw the look on his face, or rather the lack thereof. He groaned, “A baby? Now? Right when I’m in the middle of all of this crap at work? You’re sure it’s mine?” I glared at him before storming out of the room, only to have him follow me to the kitchen.


I yelled at him for the first time since we’d been together, “How can you even ask such a thing? I have been nothing but faithful and good to you! I thought you’d be excited for us, but you ruined a happy moment by being so wrapped up in your own problems! I think I need to take a walk. Don’t wait for me to get back before you leave for work.” I stormed out the front door, not heading anywhere specifically, but definitely needing my space. I walked around the neighborhood until I saw Raj leave for work. I let myself back in and threw myself into cleaning the house. I was interrupted by my phone buzzing. A text from my mom appeared on the screen:Feel like grabbing lunch with me? I jumped up and started cleaning myself up, before replying:Sounds great! TJ’s @ noon?  I called a cab and was on my way shortly.


Surprise, surprise, my mother had made herself comfortable at the bar. I sat down next to her as she threw back a shot of tequila. It was clearly not her first. I cleared my throat uncomfortably, and gained a sliver of satisfaction when she nearly jumped up in surprise, “Lauryn, I didn’t see you there.” I gave her a quick hug as she ordered me a margarita, “Oh, wait, hold that order, I’ll have a ginger ale.”  She tilted her head quizzically but dismissed it rather easily. We made some wooden small talk, a lifetime of memories)good and bad) between us. My mom sighed heavily, well on her way to becoming very drunk. I picked at my salad, my stomach churning in knots. My mom pushed her plate towards me, “Lauryn, you have to try these garlic fried pickles.” I patted her on the back, “I’m good, Ma, my stomach won’t be able to handle those right now.” Her eyes widened, “I can’t believe I didn’t see it before! You’re pregnant!” I nodded, trying to quiet her down, alcohol always made her louder than normal. I smiled and nodded, finally allowing myself to be excited for this baby. My mom looked at me blankly, not understanding my delight, “What the hell, Lauryn? You little slut. You’ve been out on your own for what…..a few months now, and you’re just a knocked up 18-year-old with no means to support this baby. How could you be so stupid?”

I had tears streaming down my face as I gathered my purse and ran out the door. My mother stumbled after me, until we were in the parking lot. She grabbed my arm with surprising strength and made me face her, “Lauryn, you’ve always been a dreamer, and someone has to show you the harsh reality of the world. You think your father stood by me, a scared 16-year-old, when I got pregnant with you?” I had remained quiet through her entire tirade, but I finally interrupted her, “I am NOTHING like you. This baby will never have to wonder who her father is, never have to go hungry so that mommy can buy herself a six-pack. This baby will never have to sleep on the downstairs couch while mommy ‘entertains’ her next lover. This baby will have a mom who cares about her, and loves to spend time with her. So don’t tell me I’m in no position to be a mother, because my baby’s not even born yet, and I’m already a better mother than you.”

I took off down the block, leaving my mother, and for the first time in my life, I didn’t care if she made it home safe. I made the short walk home, feeling emotionally drained. My nausea forgotten, I crawled back into bed and fell into a fitful sleep. screenshot-88I woke up to the sound of Raj coming in through the front door. He made into his way into the bedroom, an apologetic look on his face. I patted the bed next to me, to let him know he was welcome. He laid next to me and held my hand, “Baby, I am so so sorry, you had every right to be mad at me. While I didn’t appreciate the yelling, I understand why you were mad. I love you, and I can’t wait to start a family with you.” I shook my head, tears flowing freely, I snuggled closer to him, feeling more like a lost little girl than his girlfriend. He held me as I sobbed, stroking my back softly, when I was completely spent, I began to tell him about my mother. Anger flashed across his face, and he held me tighter, “She wont come near this baby, okay?” He placed his hands on my stomach, and we talked long into the night about our hopes and dreams for this baby.


1.3 Fade Away Into Reality


~Lauryn’s P.O.V.~


We had just gotten back from Paris and were celebrating our three-month anniversary. His phone kept buzzing, but he put it aside, claiming it was work and that it could wait. We stood in silence in the kitchen, washing up the last of the dishes when he simultaneously moved closer to me and pushed me up against the counter with a kiss. His lips were rough, as if we hadn’t spent the whole week in Paris. I pulled away,, “Are you okay, Raj?” He pulled my hand over his heat, shushing me loudly, “Baby, I just wanna kisssss.” I smelled the alcohol on his breath and knew he had drunk more than his share of the fancy wine we got in Paris. I pulled him towards the bedroom, “Raj, you’re drunk. Let’s get you to bed.” He stomped his foot like an angry toddler, “No, Lauryn, I want to kiss you, and hold you, and make love to youuuuuu.” He jerked his arm roughly out of my grasp, and wandered down the hall. I didn’t want to leave him to his own devices, so I chose to follow him. He meandered into his office and sat down roughly in his leather chair. I climber into his lap, before kissing him on the lips, “Better?” I asked teasingly, only to have his angry eyes silence my giggles. I laid my head on his chest until I felt his breathing deepen, and he started to snore softly. Grabbing the throw blanket from his  couch, I made sure he was nice and comfy before going to bed.screenshot-52

He climbed into bed a little after 3 that morning, not saying a word or making an attempt to cuddle me. I rolled over to look at him and found him doing the same. I gave a soft smile, “Babe? I think I’m going to go see my mom tomorrow.” He grunted his disapproval but shifted closer, “Why?” I shrugged, “I haven’t heard from her and I just want to make sure she’s okay. She’s prone to falling down the stairs when left alone.” He kissed me softly, “You’re so sweet. I’ll have my driver take you over there first thing in the morning.” I smiled before falling back to sleep in his arms.screenshot-56

Morning came before either of us was ready, and I climbed into the car, my head full of doubts. I pictured it to be this happy reunion, or I’d find her dead on the stairs. I hid the tremor in my hands as I kissed Raj goodbye, promising to tell him all about it at dinner. It took a half an hour to pull up to the little shack I once called home. I let the driver know he was welcome to come in, but he wanted to stay in the car. I knocked on the door quietly at first, but then I rang the bell. When I heard no answer, I pushed the door open. My mother lay on the couch, snoring the day away as reruns of her telenovela played on the tv. I sighed and began to clen up the house. She had beer bottles everywhere, and dishes piled high. When she finally began to stir, I sat down on the other end of the couch and waited for her to notice me, “Lauryn? What the hell? Who let you in?” Her words stung, but I bit my lip and said, “I let myself in, Ma. I wanted to make sure you were okay.” She snorted, “Si, pero no gracias a ti…” I let her continue to berate me in Spanish until she calmed down, “I thought you left for good.” I shrugged “I did, but I was worried about you, and even though I don’t live here any more, I thought we could still have a relationship.” I handed her a card, “Here, Ma, this has my new address and number on it. Call me if you need anything, si?” She nodded quietly, and I stood up and gave her a stiff hug,  before walking out the door.


I didn’t hear from her until two weeks later, when she called me, “Hello?”

“Lauryn, it’s me.”

“Ma? Is everything okay?”

Si, si, I wanted to see if you were free to have dinner at the new Italian bistro tonight?”

I inwardly groaned, tonight Raj had a huge Christmas dinner with his company, but I didn’t want to push my mom away, so I heard myself agree, “Sure, Ma, is 6 okay?”



I wandered aimlessly through the house until Raj came home. His footsteps pounded up the walkway, and from the way he door slammed behind him, I knew he’d had a bad day. I stood in the kitchen, waiting for him to find me. He kissed me roughly on the cheek before pouring himself a tall glass of whiskey. I stood behind him and rubbed his shoulders, “Long day, baby?” He grunted and emptied the glass as quick as he’d filled it, “My partner backed out of this huge investment deal we agreed on months ago. He thinks it’ll be too risky.” I nodded slowly, “What can you do?” He groaned, “Well, I have to scramble and find someone willing to invest with me, or I lose the best deal I’ve had in years.” He pounded his fist on the counter, “It’s so damn frustrating!” I pulled him close to me, “I wish I could do something to help, baby.” He sighed loudly, “Well at least we have that dinner tonight. I might be able to talk to some of the other partners and see if I can pique their interests.” I shifted uncomfortably and pulled away, “About that, Raj, I can’t go…tonight.” He chuckled loudly, “That’s a good one, doll, you’ve been all of two places in the three months you’ve been here.” I stood my ground, “I’m serious, Raj, my mom called and wants to meet me for dinner.” His hand moved so fast I felt it before I saw it. My head snapped back and my ears rang. Raj had a fury in his eyes that I’d never seen before. I cradled my cheek in my hand as Raj continued to yell at me, “You ungrateful leech! I took you in! I gave you food! You would be a skank on the street if it weren’t for me. I let you live here for free, not asking for anything in return, and the one night I need you, you have plans? I don’t think so.” He grabbed me by the arm and dragged me to the phone, “You call your mom and tell her something came up, okay?” I whimpered until he shook me like a rag-doll, “Okay..baby…okay…I’ll call her and cancel.” I dialed her number shakily, but reached her voicemail, “Hey Ma, something…came up tonight. I won’t be able to make it…maybe we could do breakfast this weekend or something.”

screenshot-62 Miguel had calmed down some by the time I hung up the phone. He held me close, and I tried not to stiffen up. His voice whispered in my ear, “Honey, I’m so sorry. I should never have hit you. You just made me so mad.” I let the tears flow freely now, “I’m sorry, baby, I’ll check with you before I make plans. It won’t happen again.” He kissed me softly, “I’m sorry, baby. Forgive me?” I smiled through my tears, “Forever and always, Raj.”  He smiled and clapped his hands, “Let me show you the new dress, I got for you to wear tonight.” Any tension leftover from our fight was erased by his child-like excitement as he raced out of the room.Screenshot-65.jpg

I admired my new dress in front of the mirror, trying not to notice the bruise forming on my face. Raj stood behind me, and caressed my neck. He pulled me close and kissed me softly. We stayed there for a while, until it was time to go. He led me to the limo. I stared out the window the entire time, wondering when exactly my fairy tale had turned into such a harsh reality.