Elena's P.o.v
A week has passed and I haven't been any more depressed. The stress came back since my mother and I are trying to find a job for me.
The worst thing is that... I'm pregnant. I'm not saying that it's a bad thing. It's just I can't grow a child alone. I'm not ready...
I wanted to inform my mother however, she wouldn't let me get a job and we will struggle even more. I can't afford an abortion anyways. As much as I loved my child, I can't take care of him or her alone. I'm worried that the baby bump would show soon and my mother would go crazy.
I have been doubling my meals ever since. She noticed that for sure.
"I'm going to the supermarket", I pecked my mother's cheek. "Okay sweetie stay safe".
The best thing about my Mum is that she knew the reason why I came back was very sensitive to me. She just told me to tell her about what happened when I'm ready. I truly love her.
I took a basket as I arrived and went to grab some snacks.
I flinched when I felt rough arms wrap around my waist. I froze, afraid of what's going to happen. "Please let me go", my voice broke as I felt warm breath at the back of my neck which sent shivers down my spine.
"Please don't hurt me, I'm pregnant", I blinked away tears, remembering what happened a week ago.
The person behind me froze for awhile. "What?", I gasped as I heard the familiar voice. I couldn't forget that deep rough voice which always made me shiver.