Entangled in love

Chapter Five

Roseline’s POV

I was felt numb.

I was beginning to regret ever having the thought of drinking in the first place. Now, I had lost my virginity to a stranger.

What made matters worse was if I knew who had s*x with me it would have been better, what if I got pregnant, there would be no one to hold accountable and no one would believe if I ever tried to explain.

Having all these thoughts and I can already feel an oncoming headache which truly isn’t what I need right now. It would definitely not solve any of my problems.

The bar was already empty and I wondered why people left early because a bar is supposed to be active at night but reverse was the case that particular night. It felt like the universe was mourning with me. It still does feel surreal to me, more like, these would rather be a movie but I am no actress.

“What next God! Where is my box?” I asked myself, looking around the bar to check for the box that Mr. Smith had given me some hours ago.

As I walked back to where I woke up, I saw the box beside the couch which I weirdly felt relief upon seeing.

“I need to find a place to sleep so I can prepare for work tomorrow.” I whispered to myself.

“I would still have to go back to my parent’s house whether I like it or not.” I said, feeling the extra weight of the box heavy on my hands.

The walk back home which was very slow and with careful steps had a way of reminding me of the very bitter day I had. I trekked back home finding my direction in the darkness even though my eyes hurt mildly.

As soon as I got to my parent’s house, I got more shocked and devastated.

“What happened here?” I said, turning around to check if anything happened.

“Hi Roseline.” A little girl in the neighborhood said, startling me from behind me.

“Hey Annabel.” I replied as polite as I could muster.

“I’m fine.” She replied.

“Do you know where my parents or junior sister went to?” I asked

“I saw them carrying a few luggages, as if they were going somewhere.” She said with her tiny voice.

I didn’t need to her any more from her because it was obvious that my parents had absconded and left me finally to face my life problems and reality on my own.

“Thank you Annabel.” I said, brushing my hand through my out hair out of frustration.

“I wish I could scream” I thought, almost crying.

Immediately Annabel walked away, I picked my phone to dial the number of my father, it rang severally but he didn’t pick up my call. Then I called my mother and after several calls, she finally picked.

“Roseline? How are you? Shouldn’t you be at your in-law’s place?” She asked.

“In-law? But mum how could you be so heartless? I’m your daughter!” I yelled.

“I’m doing this for you and for the family.” I laughed at her statement feeling sick to the stomach

“How?” I finally asked

“I want you to marry a wealthy man so that you can bring us out of poverty.”

It finally became clear to me on how much my parents do not care about my wellbeing but rather what they can get from me

“Oh really? Is that why my feelings do not in any way matter to you?”

“I care. That’s why we left the house for a moment so you can be by yourself and attend to your in-laws through the wedding preparations. The house is all yours for now without any disturbance. You do know where to get the key.” She said softly.

“I can’t believe you’re selling your daughter to a stranger! Unbelievable and you even ran away.” I shouted.

“No, we didn’t run away. Few days to the wedding we will come back and we’ll be present at your wedding with Mr. Smith’s son.” She assured.

“Mum why are you doing this to me? I have been a good daughter, it’s not fair.” I said, feeling completely drained and empty as tears rolled down my cheeks.

“I have to go now Roseline. Bye dear.” She said, hanging up the call immediately.

I cried and cried until there was no strength in me and that was when I picked the house key in the flower vase and entered inside. I dropped the box on the chair, I couldn’t even find anything to eat that night as I just slept off without changing my clothes or taking my bath.

Weeks passed and I got used to living alone, making sure to constantly remind myself that I have no one to run to for help except myself.

All that has been going well until I had to leave for work one particular morning and I felt nauseous and dizzy, but I waved it off as me not eating well. Until I suddenly ran to the toilet and vomited without control.

Out of fear, I went to a nearby store to pick up a pregnancy test kit, the feeling of what happened that night never stopped gnawing at the back of my head.

Three minutes was all it took to decide my fate. It was the longest three minutes of my life.

One look at the result and I felt broken all over again. I was carrying the child of a stranger. I can’t even identify who impregnated me.

I wasn’t done with my pity party and my phone rang.

It was Mr. Smith.

“Hello Roseline. You will meet with my son tomorrow and we would start the wedding plans with immediate effect.” He announced.

“What! Erm…sir…. I am..” I stammered, unsure of what I wanted to say

“No excuses remember!” He said sharply, hanging the phone immediately.

I became more scared and confused. I was pregnant for a stranger at the bar and now my fiancée is coming to get married to me officially.

“Who is the father of my baby?

What will Mr. Smith do to me when he realizes that I’m pregnant?

What will my fiancée do when he gets to know about it?

And what will be the fate of my unborn child?”

These thoughts lingered in my mind, as I started sweating profusely and my heart rate beating at an abnormal pace.