CHAPTER FOUR
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Whose is it, Lana?
The white door spins before me, my heart races in my chest and my head pounds.
I have something inside of me. I am pregnant. Like my Mom I'll be a mother but unlike my Mom, I'll have a child out of wedlock. Mother…I am not even keeping it. He (Mr CEO ) what if he doesn't want it?
What if?
“ Are you okay in there ?”
My head rang at the voice and my chest picks up another race.
“ I'm.. fine.”
“Come out now, Lana…you can't hide in there forever.”
I bit my finger nails and clamp my hand around my head.
His feet move under the stall. “ Hey, Lana.. whatever you're thinking is fine. Just come out so we could talk it out,”
I snap a hand on my mouth and hug my knees on the closet with the other.
His voice comes again “Please?”
Swallowing the lump in my throat,I push myself off the closet and twist the chilling door knob. As the door snap open, his intense gaze settles on me. His eyes looks like someone who's just seen a phantom. “ I predicted you'll be crying.” He shakes his head and pinches his eyebrows.
I suck my lips and let the sob break out of my chest.
The sudden air of medicine and chlorine makes my tummy rumble and I feel the triggering taste of the meal I've never had before burn my mouth and before I know it, a strong set of hands wrap around me, spin me and my hair is out of my face and I'm gagging into the closet.
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“The.. child, is it mine?”
I lock my fingers together and suck my lips.
“ Am I losing the job?”
The movement of his face snapping towards me makes mine do the same. And for a moment, his face is blanker than it usually is .
“ I can't lose the job. I… need the Money,” Something tickles down my eyes and it takes a long time to register what it is until I feel something salty in my mouth.
Stupid.
Something flashes across his face, his eye brow furrow and his eyes falter.
“Jesu, Stop saying that,” he frowns.
I almost feel the silence. I wipe my eyes quickly, turning away. “ I can't be preg…I can't have a child now, it'll ruin everything. Ruin my life, plans .. I..”
“ Then don't have it,”
My body trembles and my throat closes up, “ what?”
His expression withers and for a moment,it feels as if he's looking beyond my face. His black iris piercing into mine “ Trust me, I know more than anyone how crazy it is for you to have a kid now.”
What does he mean?
Then his thick eyebrows does the hard thing again.
“If it'll affect you, Ruin you…if don't wanna have it, then f*****g don't have it. It'll relieve a lot of people a lot of stress,”
My eyes stings and my chest drops at every fluid that flows through, “ w..hat, what does that mean,huh?”
What sort of jerk talks like that?
He runs a hand through his hair, his eyes focusing on the porch of my small apartment . My chest feels heavy with anticipation.
“Do you want to keep it?”
My mouth falls open and snaps right back. What is this question?
“You can't keep it, Lana.”he answers himself.
My inside churns
“ What.. what does that mean?”
“You can't have a child with me. Not me.” “Terminate it,”
My hand twitches, fingers curling into a fist. Then, in a flash of rage, I struck. The c***k of my palm against his cheek echoing through the silence.
“f**k you.” I mutter.
For a second his eyes widen then his mouth twitches with a smile. I grab my bag, lock my fingers into the handle, pulls it but it refuses to open
“Open this. Open the f*****g door. You sick monster!”
His face remains calm.
“Open the f*****g door!” This time I swing my bag at him but he easily knock it down. His hand lock on mine, his face perplex and tone low.
“Don’t do that princess…Nobody cares about your feeling, not me. Okay, so f*****g shut up and stop overeacting.”
My face sinks to my chest and tears drop on his gear.
“Shut up. Sh..ut up.”
“Look at me”
I tip my face up,my sight blurry.
“ I cannot give a less of f**k about you or your feeling. What you feel right now is nothing compared to mine. You can't afford to raise a kid now and neither do I and darling never do I want this , you f*****g threw your self at me.”
My chest sinks, “ what?”
His eyes dilates,” Look, how do I know for sure it's mine and I'm not going crazy on some other dude's fetus,huh?”
“What?”
“Get out now,” he pinches his eyebrows. His finger pushing a button.
I shake my head,my sight blurry with tears and as I tug at the handle. The door swings open and my feet touch my asphalt.
The windows are dark and the curtains are drawn. Maybe Penelope isn't home. I hurry up.
“Easy there Momma, don't trip there. You're having a baby,” He snickers as his car slowly rolls by.
“I hate you,”i bite.
My lips purse and I stamp for the door, my heart heavy. My head is heavy and as the knob turns in my hand. Penelope pulls me into a hug,worry etching on her face.
“ Is it true, are you…”
“I am,” my bag drops to the floor.
“God,” Penelope kisses my forehead and wraps her hands tighter around me. My nostril burns at her sensitive liliac scent and the warmness sends tears to my eyes.
“ It's okay,Lans,, I've got you,” her voice scratches my bare neck.
“ No, it isn't. He doesn't want it. I.. can't have…I'm f****d,” I bury my fingers into her cashmere. I pick up a figure behind Penelope,tall lean and the large brown eyes.
“Peter!”I whisper.
His Adam apple bobs up and drop, and God, the heat in his face, “is it true?”
Penelope's hands fall off me,she steps back away , hugging herself, “I'm sorry Lana,he was around when you sent the message .”My stomach squeezes.
“Whose is it Lana? Whose child are you carrying?” His voice comes out louder and I almost feel his ears and mouth fuming. My heart races. He's never yelled at me.
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