Prologue
If my chest is the ocean and my heart is the ship, he was the anchor who dragged it down to the bottom of the sea. My eyes are staining red and the tears are flowing freely. My heart aches, everything feels different.
He is different.
His hands rake through his hair and the veins so visible at the sides of his neck. He looked as though the world ended when in fact, it just began.
Christian's words were spiteful, "What do you mean you're pregnant?"
"I-I'm pregnant, two months pregnant. We're gonna have a baby," my lips quivered, because I'm too scared.
He shook his head over and over again. We're inside his office and he was cussing at the top of his chest.
At eighteen, Christian already met his father and he has an office of his own. I naively said, "But we can go through this, right? We can go through this together. Christian, you already have a job and after I give birth, I'll make myself useful. I'll have a job too—"
"FUCK! I WANT NOTHING TO DO WITH YOU! I WANT NOTHING TO DO WITH THAT . . . THAT THING!"
Then all my hopefulness disappeared. More tears fell as I can't accept the fact that he didn't want anything to do with me . . . and our baby.
"Fuck my life!" He screamed angrily throwing everything around. From the laptop to the lamp, Christian just threw everything. I flinched from time and time again. He just lost it before me. I can't help but feel like I've ruined his life.
I cried out, "Christian, you know we made this together. I—"
That's when he killed me. He shot a glare at me and accused, "You did it on purpose. You decided to get pregnant to tie me with you? You want to get pregnant now that I discovered that my father is rich."
He laughed sarcastically and sighed.
I was speechless. How could he do this? I was with him when he had nothing. How could he change so much now that his father came to the picture?
This isn't the life I planned out. I wanted to earn a bachelor's degree. At eighteen, I didn't plan on being a mother. I didn't want this, but this baby a blessing. There's a life growing inside of me and it's because I created this with the love of my life. I cannot let this baby go.
Before I could speak, he threw thousands of the dollars at my face and I never felt so degraded.
"Get rid of that thing. Get rid of that thing inside of you. That money would be enough."
With those words, he walked out of his office. After the door slammed, I knelt down the ground and sobbed out loud.
I'm sorry, baby. I'm so sorry.
From now on, I'll be your mommy and daddy.
From: Jels
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