MYRA'S PLEADS FOR HER INNOCET
1041 Words
I got into my clothes and slowly walked step by step to the door of his room.
I was scared to death to knock at his door. I couldn't stand the look on his face. I couldn't stand myself.
How did I even get into Michael's bed? How did I let myself get into this mess? How do I make him believe me now?
I slowly pushed the door open and there he sat on his bed.
He looked up to see who it was and got up immediately when he was saw it was me and stood at his wardrobe.
“I'm sorry”
“Not one more word from you”
“I promise..I'm innocent”
“That's what you've been saying from the first day I met you, Myra” he sparked in anger, his voice echoing through out the room.
“Dylan, please” I begged now on my knees.
“You knew, right?”
“Knew what, Dylan?” I paused in between sobs.
“Come on, don't play stupid, Myra. You knew that I was beginning to fall in love with you, didn't you?”
“No”
“So, you took advantage of it, right?”
“I didn't you were in love with me, Dylan..I promise I didn't know”
“Is that why you disrespected me to sleep with my younger brother? Are you that cheap? What did he offer you? Did you feel he was wealthier than I am?”
“No..I”
“You're leaving my house first thing tomorrow morning”
I couldn't beg him anymore. All through the night, I sat on the floor and watched him sleep on the bed.
I felt like such a horrible person. I can't believe everything that just happened had truly happened.
It all began right after Dylan left. Michael offered me a drink and as I drank more of it, I felt more and more loose till I couldn't control my actions anymore. I remember touching Michael and him touching me back. A part of me wanted to stop but another intoxicated part of me wanted more of what he was doing to me.
By the time I felt sober, I already started hating myself while Micheal tried to convince me to act like nothing happened.
I lay on the floor to get some shut eye. It was already 3:00am in the morning.
“Get up from the bare floor and get on the bed, now” a voice from above me thundered.
“No, I can't”
“Why?”
“I feel ashamed. I feel dirty”
“Did you feel dirty when you were going down on my brother, my younger brother? Get up from the cold floor now! Don't make me use force on you.”
“No”
Before I knew it, Dylan came down from the bed and lifted them forcefully onto the bed, covering me with the duvet and lying down too but backing me.
I prayed for the morning to come quick so I could leave before he'd wake up till I fell asleep.
When I woke up, he had already woken up. My bags were neatly arranged and he gestured that I start leaving.
I hesitated and he lifted me out of his room with my bag and shut his door.
I left the mansion without looking back.
Three months had passed and I was living alone still and I wasn't able to move on.
I couldn't stop thinking of what happened. I couldn't erase the guilt in my mind.
How would I have known that Dylan loved me? How would I have known that my drink was spiked?
I sighed as I tried to take my orange juice but ended up vomiting in the kitchen sink.
“f**k, not again” I said to myself.
I had also been falling sick a lot and all the hospital reports kept saying nothing was wrong with me but I still wanted to check again so I checked in with another doctor.
My report came in the mail that evening.
I was four months gone. How come I didn't notice? My belly was still as flat and I still saw my menstrual flow normally.
“No…I'm such a fool. How could I be pregnant for Michael.” I cried out and fell to the ground. No one to talk to, no one to share my dirty secret with.
I had to look for a job. I had just a thousand dollar left and I now had to fend for two people so I had to get something doing as soon as possible.
I applied for a job at a fast food close to my apartment and I got it. No one knew I was pregnant and I kept it that way because if they knew, I would lose my job immediately.
One night I came back to a poster on my door. An eviction notice. I was to leave the next week. My pay wasn't enough yet. I knew what it meant, that I'd be homeless. I didn't even think of talking to the landlord again because my rent was already due two months.
I broke down in tears as I had never felt so alone in my entire life. I had never felt so abandoned. I thought about how if grandma was alive, I'd still have support. If I didn't know the truth of my origin, I would have still felt like I was part of a family now. If I didn't make the mistake I made with Michael and Dylan, I would have still had some financial security by now.
It just felt like it was me against the world but I wasn't ready to give in or give up for the sake of my child.
I knew I was going to do it still. I was going to have this child. I was going to give him or her the best life ever,a life that was nothing close to mine.
The next week while I was out to get some groceries on my way back from work, I bumped into a familiar face that called out to me.
“Myra”
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