Hello, Kenzo

Broken

The next morning, I smelled the aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafting through the house. As I made my way to the kitchen, I noticed a tray with a steaming cup of coffee waiting for me on the counter. The rich, bold scent filled the air, instantly awakening my senses and energizing me for the day ahead. I eagerly took a sip, savoring the smooth and flavorful taste that enveloped my taste buds. It was the perfect start to a beautiful morning.

"I woke up late; it was the only thing I could prepare. I ran out to get bread and hurriedly made a simple toast to accompany the coffee." Kenzo came outside the bathroom, and he was looking better. "I'm sorry. Last night, I was so lonely. I missed you so much. My friends advised me to opt out of coming home to stop myself from wanting you so that I wouldn't be able to hurt the baby."

I put down the coffee and launched myself at him, wrapping my arms tightly around his waist. "Kenzo, I understand that you were feeling lonely, but opting out of coming home is not the solution. We're in this together, and we can support each other through these tough times. Besides, it was stated that we can still do it for five months," I reassured him.

He looked into my eyes and nodded, a sense of relief washing over him. We stood there in each other's embrace, grateful for the love and understanding that bound us together.

I walked back to the kitchen counter and picked up my coffee, and even though it was a rushed breakfast, the aroma and taste of the coffee elevated my morning experience. As I took a bite of the warm toast, the crunchy texture complemented the smoothness of the coffee, creating a delightful contrast.

"I am letting you go home to your brother, but please, if you have any problems or any burdens that are weighing you down, don't hesitate to reach out to me," I said softly, looking into his eyes.

"Thank you. I promise to let you know next time." He kissed me lightly, and we headed on to prepare for school.

I dropped him off at his school, and I went to mine. "Someone's got watered!" Nai passed by my room with her usual naughty talks and giggles.

"Mind your own business!" I yelled back, but she returned, and there was a look of silliness on her face. "What?

"Well, uhm, I was curious just now; was it, you know, when you were pregnant? Does it hurt? Or was it better?"

"NAI!"

"I'm sorry! I'll go ahead! Don't mind my question," she felt so much embarrassment. I sighed and closed the door, feeling a mix of frustration and amusement. Nai always had a knack for asking inappropriate questions at the most unexpected times. But as much as I wanted to brush off her question, a small part of me couldn't help but wonder if there was any truth to it. However, I quickly dismissed the thought and focused on getting ready for the day, pushing Nai's curious inquiry to the back of my mind.

Students started to pour into the hallway, chattering and laughing, oblivious to the internal battle I was fighting. As I walked through the sea of teenagers, I couldn't help but overhear snippets of conversations about the latest gossip and rumors. It was a reminder of just how nosy high school kids could be, and it made me grateful that Nai's question had been confined to the privacy of my classroom.

"Proceed to your rooms, please!" I asked the students as classes would soon start.

The students gave me a collective groan but slowly began to disperse, heading towards their respective classrooms. Some continued their conversations, while others rushed to their lockers to grab their books and supplies.

As the hallway emptied, a sense of calm washed over me, allowing me to finally focus on my daily plan.

"Good morning," I greeted my students, but they didn't respond; instead, their eyes were fixed on the door, and when I turned to see what they were looking at, Kenzo's sister launched an attack without even giving me a chance to say anything.

"SL*T!" she shouted at me, her face twisted in anger. The words hit me like a punch to the gut, leaving me speechless and shocked. The room fell into a tense silence as my students looked on, unsure of how to react.

She grabbed my hair and yanked it forcefully, causing me to wince in pain and lunge down the floor. The classroom erupted into chaos as students started shouting, and some even tried to intervene. At that moment, I felt a mixture of fear and confusion, not understanding why I was being targeted.

"Let's talk! Let it go!" I wailed in desperation, trying to defuse the situation. But my pleas fell on deaf ears as the aggressor continued to assault me. It was as if time had stood still, the shock and disbelief paralyzing me.

"I talked to you a lot of times, but you wouldn't just stop!" she shouted, her voice filled with anger and frustration.

I saw other students and faculty rush to the scene in an attempt to intervene, but they were met with resistance from the aggressor. It was clear that no one wanted to get involved, leaving me feeling even more isolated and vulnerable.

As the assault persisted, a surge of adrenaline coursed through my veins, giving me the strength to fight back and defend myself. "I love Kenzo!" At that moment, I realized that I had to rely on my instincts and take control of the situation.

The principal came, but I was already lost in anger too, and I could not just let my baby be hurt again because of people like her.

"Oh yeah? Love him by destroying him?" she mocked, her voice dripping with disdain. I could feel my blood boiling as I mustered every ounce of courage to stand up to her.

"No," I said firmly, "I love him by protecting him from people like you."

"Protect my brother from me? You should know how much he was suffering now! Or you know, but you chose to let it slide because you only wanted to stain your lust! B*tch!"

"What?" I resisted and finally grabbed her hair, and we engaged in a fierce, hair-pulling struggle. Our bodies collided with the force of our anger, knocking over furniture and causing chaos in the room. It was a battle between love and hate, between protecting and destroying.

As we fought, I realized that my love for him was stronger than any physical altercation. With one final push, I managed to separate myself from her grip, panting heavily. "I won't let you ruin us," I declared, my voice filled with determination.

"Oh yeah?" she snarled, launching her self onnce again and kicking my stomach so hard that I was not even aware she was capable. I stumble down to the ground, clutching my stomach in pain. The room spun around me as I struggled to catch my breath. Despite the agony, I refused to let her win.

The guards came, but she was fast enough to grip my hair again and pull me out of the room, dragging me towards the exit. I could feel the sharp pain shooting through my scalp as she yanked me forcefully. Desperately, I reached out for anything within my reach, hoping to find something that could help me break free from her grasp.

"I want you to see how much you have destroyed my brother because you are selfish and a sl*t!" She started crying so much that even the guards halted in their tracks and everyone who was standing in the corridor gasped in shock. Her words pierced through me, and I could feel the weight of guilt settling in my chest. As tears welled up in my eyes, I realized the magnitude of the pain I had unknowingly caused her and everyone.

She pulled my hair up, causing me to stand up, and continued to drag me out of the school and into her car. "No one follows!" she exclaimed, and I remained silent as she pushed me inside the car.

She drove fast and stopped outside a bar, and immediately a rush of fear washed over me. The dimly lit sign flickered, casting a haunting glow on the surrounding buildings. I hesitantly stepped out of the car, my heart pounding with uncertainty.

"What are you waiting for? Come out, you useless b*tch!" Kenzo's sister shouted. "Do it on your own, or I'll tear you limb by limb just so you see what you did to Kenzo!"

I obliged, and my heart raced frantically, praying that whatever I saw was something that I could handle or that I would collapse if I failed.

As we walked inside, the familiar scent of alcohol and laughter filled the air, but there was also an underlying sense of despair.

She pulled me to walk faster, and as we got farther into the room, we passed a center stage where a few men were dancing with their bodies almost naked.

"I'll be here. You go look for yourself because I cannot bring myself to!" Kenzo's sister's voice trailed off, and I nervously wiped the curtains to the side, revealing Kenzo inside with an older woman, her hands tangled in his hair as they kissed passionately. My heart sank, and I felt a lump form in my throat.

The sight was both shocking and heartbreaking. I quickly turned away, not wanting to witness any more of their intimate moments. The despair in the air suddenly made sense; it was the collective pain of broken trust and shattered expectations.

I rushed outside and vomited in the bushes, trying to purge the overwhelming mix of emotions that threatened to consume me. The betrayal cut deep, leaving me feeling disoriented and betrayed. As I wiped my mouth, my chest felt a heavy, suffocating weight, and I could not breathe.

"Now! You know?" Kenzo's sister chimed from behind, but I didn't bother facing her as the pain traveled fast through my body, excruciating down to my lower abdomen.

Then I felt my world start to spin, and a cold liquid trickled down my legs. When my sight landed on it, I gasped. "I am bleeding!" I cried.

I saw Kenzo's sister's face go pale with shock as she rushed to my side. She quickly grabbed her phone and dialed for help, panic evident in her voice. "I'm sorry!" I heaved at his sister, and as the darkness closed in, I pleaded that the baby would not leave me alone again.