RED FLAG

RED FLAG Chapter 1 As the saying goes, that when life gives you thorns, make roses. But that saying was nothing but a cruel joke in Lawrencia Thompson's case. How could she create roses when the thorns were suffocating her, piercing her soul with every breath? They were razor sharp, hell-bent on destroying her. "Lawrencia, this isn't unusual. But congratulations, you're two weeks pregnant," Doctor Weston beamed at her, and her brain twisted at the sound of that. She let out a dry laugh as she tried to understand the crap the doctor had just spilled out. "You're joking, right?" She questioned slowly, as she took a proper seat on the hospital bed. Dr. Weston, who had been their family's most trusted and close doctor even before her parent passed away, shook his head at her, his eyes holding nothing but bewilderment and seriousness. Oh no! "Lawrencia, have I ever joked about anything?" Dr Weston raised his brow at her, and her heart skipped a bit. He was right! Dr. Weston doesn't joke. She got on her feet immediately and inquired, "What do you mean it's not unusual? What do you mean pregnant? She didn't pay over a hundred dollars for a test just to receive 'you're pregnant' crap. Dr. Weston mouth fell opened. "You're pregnant, I'm sure. The nausea, morning sickness, it's all symptoms of your first trimester of pregnancy. Why do you not sound happy? She shook her head in disbelief, she could feel her world crumbling right under her feet. "Happy? I'm sorry, but this could be something else, like a fever or some sort of illnesses that needs at least two certain pills to cure?" Her voice hoarse as she tried to breathe properly at the same time. "I'm the doctor here, Lawrencia, the test I carried out on you shows you're pregnant. I do not work wonders in your body," Dr. Weston replied, losing patience already. This couldn't be happening. It's been two weeks she started having the unusual symptoms, and she thought it was just some normal sickness that needed injections or something. Having a baby was the last thing she would wish for at the moment. Her world cannot just crash like this, just because of one night at the brothel. She wanted to cry but her brains were still shock to produce tears, her legs felt numb, refusing to move from where she stood. When Dr. Weston noticed her mood, he walked closer to where she stood and asked, "Lawrencia? You're okay,right? He squinted his eyes at her. She raised his head to look at him, but didn't say a word as water welled her up her eyes. Dr. Weston sighed. "Is the father of your child aware of this? Father of her child? The word "Father" suddenly made her shrieked. "The father of my child..." She shook her head as tears started flowing out of her eyes. "Well Lawrencia, I believe you'll need to consort him. Let him know about it before you make any move about the baby," Dr. Weston said, taking a brief glance at her tummy but she didn't say a thing as she stood there like a statue. "You do know the father of your child, right?" Dr Weston asked, in the most calm and anxious way. Ever since her parents death, Dr Weston has filled a lot of guardianship places in her life. Speaking about the father of her child, she knew him but he was not someone anyone could confront. She was scared. Life definitely gave her thorns not roses. ** She walked out of the hospital with a horrible feeling of derealization. Her sight became blurry and her chest so tight that she could barely breath. The last thing she wanted was a baby. She could barely make ends meet with her job as a waitress in a restaurant. She stays in a small, claustrophobic looking rooftop apartment that's still hefty for her monthly living. Ever since she lost her entire family in a car, it's been hell. Dr. Weston words replayed in her head about consorting the baby's father and her stomach twist in an uncertain way. She started to cry like a child, drawing attention from the people passing by but she didn't care. It was exhausting and scary that it hurt so bad. How was she supposed to tell her boyfriend she was pregnant with another man's child? And the father of the baby? She glanced at the big billboard across the road as her tears fell down her cheeks. It was a picture of Kenzie Brown, the city sweetheart. A singer that has captured the hearts of the whole New York city, despite his waywardness. She was aware who the father of her baby was and it's the Almighty Kenzie Brown and it hurts. Despite his admirable face on billboards, magazines, and newspaper as the man of hour and role models of every upcoming artists. He was not someone anyone could reach and talk to. Definitely not someone like her. He doesn't even know who she was. Her existence rather. She sobbed as she she recalled that night at the brothel and how much it felt scary now. Her wicked aunt had forced her to work in her brothel to repay debts and having no choice, she accepted. Her first and last night there was with Kenzie Brown. They had s*x, and he paid her. The next day, she left her aunt's house, feeling horrible selling her body for money. And now, she was carrying his baby. It was just a one night thing and he would have probably forgotten about it now. She was sure he wouldn't remember that night. But here she was, finding out she's carrying his baby. She was sure she wasn't even his type of lady. He definitely had a boatload of high class ladies in his coop, and some of them would be probably yearning to get pregnant for him. She would be like a tiny bee in its nest, waiting to hit her final sting and then give her life away, compared to the ladies he would rather give his full time to. Every lady in New York wanted him, and every man admired him. The whole city worshiped him. How would she reach him and even if she did, would he accept? Definitely not! How would she solve this now?