Chapter Five
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MAYA'S POV
Hearing Allan say all these things brought a bitter taste to my mouth. It still hurts so much that my mother left me.
If she had stayed with me like I begged her to, all of these wouldn't have happened. We would have a different life, she would be alive and I probably would be able to like Allan in peace and I'd probably be happy with him.
"And then I took off without looking back, I know I shouldn't have, I know I should have helped her, I should have stayed but I was scared. Scared is an understatement, I was terrified and the only thing I could remember was my mother's last words to survive and not die" Allan says with a sullen face.
"And I thought the only way I could do that was to run and run very far away. In addition, I doubt there was much I could do anyway because how exactly would I have helped?" Allan asks zoning out like he was remembering the events all over again.
"As I ran, I heard the voice of the woman who saved me as she screamed in pain. I felt bad for leaving her behind but I couldn't go back. I was a young child, ignorant and powerless. There was nothing I could do and I deeply regret it" Allan says with tears brimming in his eyes.
"Why didn't you at least try to like help her or just do something?" I ask him trying to at least justify his actions to see if I'd be able to understand and maybe even forgive him but the anger was still burning strong inside me.
On the contrary it enraged me, because it seemed like my mother valued the life of a stranger over mine. If she had cared for me as much as she claimed she wouldn't have left me in the first place.
"Allan, did you try to find the woman's family members, if she had any and if they survived?" I ask Allan hoping and praying that he at least made an effort to find me.
"I had no way of finding out because I didn't even know who she was, I couldn't really recall her face and even if she survived and she stood right in front me, I wouldn't be able to recognize her that's why it haunts me till this day" Allan tells me breaking my heart even more.
What was I expecting, of course he didn't know who I was, but for some reason, I felt like he was talking to me.
"So you don't know if she has any family members somewhere, if she has people holding on to the thought that she'll come back some day or if she has people mourning her and are deeply in sorrow because they lost her" I ask him with sorrow evidently laced in my voice and etched on my face.
"No i don't, there was no way for me to find out. What I don't understand is why you're crying. Did I say something to offend or upset you?" Allan asks surprising me.
"What do you mean crying? I'm not crying, why would I be...." I pause as I notice I was sniffling.
"Is that me?" I ask Allan as I touched my face and felt the wet tears on my face.
"I didn't even know I was crying, I don't know why I'm crying either" I lie still sniffling now wiping my wet, tear stained face.
Allan c****d his head to the side and narrowed his eyes on me as if he knew I lied and he was trying to decide if he would accept the lie or not.
Well, in my defence, I didn't lie about everything. I really didn't know I was crying, if Allan hadn't mentioned it I wouldn't have known.
"Maybe it's the hormones from the pregnancy, Glenn mentioned pregnancy hormones make women extra sensitive and more emotional but she it's normal, so there's nothing to worry about" Allan tells me in a bid to assure me.
If only he knew the reason I was crying, I wonder what he would do if he found out I was the only daughter of his deceased saviour.
"Wait, when you say extra sensitive, does that mean I'm going to cry more often over the littlest things?" I ask trying to divert his attention from my previous statement.
A part of me also wants to know the truth so I wait quietly for him to answer.
"Glenn also shed tears when I told her about my story, so you don't have to be too worried. Glenn is one of the strongest women I know and seeing that she cried, I'd say there's no reason for you to be worried" Allan says in a bid to make me feel better, but it only riled me up more.
I wonder why Glenn was crying. Was she crying for the young, scarred boy who's mother died in a brutal way whilst protecting her son from the wrath of rogues or was she crying for the woman with an unknown identity who died whilst trying to protect a stranger.
Thinking of it now, my mother should have been more like Allan's mother, protecting her child with everything she had instead of abandoning her child to save someone else
I'm not going to be like my mother, I'm going to protect this child with everything I have.
"Allan, I know I asked you to tell me how you got to this point, but there are questions that have been bugging me ever since and I just need answers to them" I say seriously, turning to face Allan.
"Okay, go on" he says turning properly to face me as well.
"Here goes. I know that I'm your mate and all, but why aren't you mad that I'm pregnant? Why aren't you asking me who the father is? Why are you taking care of me and someone else's child? How did you know I was your mate? How did you even find me because I'm 100% certain I've never seen you in my entire life, I can sense it. Why are you do good to me? I don't get it" I ask him my chest heaving up and down as though I wasn't breathing when I was talking.
"Relax Maya, take a deep breath. I'm not going anywhere but I'm actually surprised and somewhat sad you're asking me these questions" Allan says confusing me even more than I was before asking him anything.
"What do you mean you're surprised I'm asking these questions? Who else should I have asked? Glenn?" I ask getting infuriated.
"No, that's not what I meant. Allow me to please rephrase myself. Are you sure you haven't seen me before? Do you really not remember me?" Allan asks c*****g his head again. It seems like he does it a lot but that doesn't answer my questions.
"Allan please stop beating around the bush and answer me straight. Tell me what I want to know" I thundered raising my voice a little surprising both Allan and me.
Just as he opened his mouth to talk, we heard a strange sound, it sounded like someone's stomach. So both of us looked at each other with accusing eyes and stopped talking and moving, it almost felt as if we stopped breathing as well just to identify the owner of the sound.
Again, we heard the sound, but the shocking thing is it was from me. I looked down at my stomach and looked back up at Allan who in turn pinned me with an “i told you so” look making me look down in embarrassment.
"Maya you need to eat, come on let's get you fed" Allan says rising on his feet and stretching out his hand to me.
"I'm not going anywhere Allan, not until you give me answers to all my questions" I reply scrunching my nose and folding my arms in defiance.
He let out a small laugh with a smile that disappears as quickly as it appears making me doubt if it was ever even there.
"Why didn't I know you were this stubborn? Alright, I hear you. At least let me know what you want so I can tell Glenn to get start getting dinner ready" Allan says as he stands as if waiting for me to give him permission to leave.
"O...okay, yes you can. I just want something with chicken in it. Spicy if you please" I say and he nods once, walks to the door, opens it and closes it behind him.
So he actually was waiting for me to give him permission.
He comes back in after a few minutes with a glass of juice in his hand.
"Have this first until we have dinner" he says extending his hand to me which I gladly accept.
"It was me Maya" Allan says confusing me.
"What was you? What did you do?" I ask obviously confused.
"The night you were drunk" he says shocking me completely. I'm sure if I had been holding the glass I would have dropped it.
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