I went pale. My anxious eyes went to the door that was left ajar. I hurried over to it, locking it firmly with the keys.
“Mother,” I turned to her with a nervous laugh. “What are you talking about?”
“Don't play games with me, Tracy. I already know you're pregnant.” Her eyes and voice were steel. I quivered in fear.
"Mother..."
“I've known for days now but I was waiting, hoping you'd come clean to me. But it seems you don't plan on it.”
“Mother…”
“Who is he?” She asked again. "And Tracy, he better not be your regular bums. Because I swear to the goddess, I'll burn you both on the stake. You're better off dead than giving birth to a trash kid."
"He's.... he's not a bum."
Relief flashed through her eyes. "Then who is he?"
I shook my head, refusing to tell her. She snorted. “Serious
