Episode 2 NEMESIS OF TRUTH OR DARE
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DAHILA
For two months, my body have been acting strange, I thought it was something I could handle.
Maybe a minor problem but it got worse each day, worse part, I haven’t been able to see my period.
I thought I was going to die. Or maybe I have cancer.
“Mom__ cancer??”I had asked my mom as she came over to my house one evening stucking food into my refrigerator.
“What about cancer?” She asked turning to look at me, “You have cancer?”
“No, I just feel like maybe I have it.”
“Don’t use words like that on yourself.” She was saying and frowning at me at the same time, then she came over to my side. “What makes you think that?”
“I don’t know but my body feels so strange. This body isn’t mine anymore.”
“Then whose is it?” She asked examining me, “Are you pregnant?” She asked all of a sudden and that cracked me up.
“Pregnant? Mom that’s ridiculous! I can’t be pregnant.”
She heaved and stood up. “You’re just impassive Dahila. I’m leaving before your dad starts looking for me.” And she left.
At work, I always have to avoid that bastard. His face reminds me of that stupid dare which made me kiss him.
What was I thinking? How could I kiss a stupid guy like him? I don’t even want to think about it. It’s better I avoid him so as to avoid memories of that day.
“Miss. Dahila.” Cynthia called so formally as she woke me up from sleep by knocking on my desk.
I raised up my head from the desk, I yawned and she covered her mouth immediately. “Why don’t you yawn like a civilized Lady?”
“Why did you wake me up from sleep?”
She heaved at me. “Boss have been shouting. You haven’t reported anything for over a week now.”
I opened my laptop but I just feel too drowsy to do anything, “Why am I the only person writing report in this company?” I complained. “I can’t be doing this all the time for the whole company.”
“Dahila, are you sure you’re okay?”
I rolled my eyes at her, “Why won’t I be okay?”
“I mean, you look pregnant.”
I heard that word again. “I don’t want to hear that again Cynthia.” I warned with my eyes.
Why am I hearing that word lately?
“But I think you’re actually pregnant Lady Dustfinger?”
What’s with the Lady? Are we in the medieval period or something. “I’m not pregnant Cynthia.”
“When was your last s*x?”
“Whoa! Your handsome way of asking me why I’m still single right?” I scowled at her, “That’s not funny and I’d appreciate it if you would leave my desk and let me be.”
“You better check yourself Dahila. Get a pregnancy test when you’re going home from work and check yourself up. I really think you’re pregnant.” She said and left.
Just look at her, how can someone suddenly decide that I’m pregnant by looking at me. Does it mean that every woman who vomits and sleeps a lot is pregnant?
I so much hate that girl. Forming lady like in every situation in her life. Does she have to be so serious in her life? Sometimes slack off, it’s good for the body too.
Tsk!
After work hours, I couldn’t stop myself from entering a medic store to get myself a pregnancy test.
I wanted to prove Cynthia and my mother wrong by rubbing it to their faces tomorrow that I’m not pregnant.
I went into the bathroom.
I took the pregnancy test out of its packaging and followed the instructions.
My hands were drumming itself on the table as I waited for the results.
The minutes feel like hours as I stare at the test, waiting for a plus sign or a minus sign to appear.
Finally, the result is revealed – it’s positive!
POSITIVE?!!
How?! I think this thingy is broken. I better go get another one.
I went out again to a nearby store and bought three more pregnancy tests.
“Are you sure you don’t sell expired products?” I asked the sales boy and he glanced at me as someone who must be insane to have said that.
But I’m not insane. I’m asking to be sure. I can’t believe that the pregnancy test I used earlier is a broken one.
I left for home and went into the bathroom again.
As I sat on the toilet, I took out the new pregnancy tests I’ve just bought and followed the instructions.
I set a timer for three minutes and stared at the tests, waiting anxiously. After what feels like an eternity, the three minutes were finally up.
I took a deep breath and looked at the tests. All three of them showed a plus sign. I was in complete disbelief – could this really be true? I’m pregnant?!
How!!!
Am I virgin Mary or something.
I need to see a doctor real quick before I mess up my head with disturbing thoughts like this.
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NEXT DAY,
“You’re pregnant.” The doctor announced as he gave me my results.
“No, that’s not true.” I said shaking my head and bursting out of laughter the next minute.
How can I be pregnant? Does it even make sense? How can I be pregnant when I’ve not had s*x for so many years!
But the look on doctor’s face didn’t show that he was lying.
No. No. I was shaking my head. Something is wrong somewhere.
I can’t be pregnant. I’m sure about it.
But how am I going to explain why I haven’t seen my period in two months?!
It’s driving me crazy.
And the doctor says I’m pregnant. That means those pregnancy tests aren’t broken but I’m the one who is the problem? Is there something I’m forgetting? Did something happen without my notice.
Well yeah! Mr. Perfect Punk from work kissed me two months ago and it’s actually something I’m trying to format from my brain.
That’s the only insane thing that happened to me recently, nothing else. Or is there something I’m missing out!!!
“Uhm, do you think someone maybe...” I was shrugging, “Struggled into me, drugged me or maybe snuck into me and did insemination??”
“What?”
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