CHAPTER 2
833 Words
CATANIA
I stared at the sun settling down behind those tall buildings. I stared at the people passing by, laughing, giggling, and having fun like they usually do in their everyday life.
I wish to feel the same.
My eyes welled up as my fingers tightened around the handbag, lying on my lap. I am outside the hospital, alone on the bench, waiting for nobody. It feels surreal for me to believe what the doctor said earlier.
‘You're six weeks pregnant.’
Six f*cking weeks. A little guy was inside me for six f*cking weeks.
Damn it!
It's been a month since that one-night stand. It's been a month since I first and last saw that gorgeous man. It's been a month…
I glance down at my belly.
F*ck, there's a baby inside me. Damn it.
Tears fell on my face. This is so hard. This is so damn hard. The fear that my parents might kill me and the thought of becoming a mother were already killing me.
I'm not ready. I just started my junior year in university three weeks ago, taking up a business degree. F*ck, I worked so hard to be part of the dean's lister and be called a perfect daughter.
One word can resolve everything.
Abortion.
“Oh, God!” I ran my hands over my face, gripping my hair in fury.
But the doctor said it's too risky. My body might not handle it.
"What the hell should I do?"
I don't even know the father! I mean, I know him by his face but not by name.
Yes, abortion! I will try to get rid of the… of the… f*ck.
I covered my face with my trembling hands and sobbed.
How can I kill a baby?
Suddenly, my thoughts were disturbed by the piercing wail of an approaching ambulance. I blinked back my tears as the vehicle screeched right in front of the emergency room entrance, just yards away from where I am.
The back door burst open and a familiar woman scrambled out of the back of the ambulance, shouting at the paramedics. Her face was pale and her clothes were stained with something red.
My breath instantly caught in my throat.
“Mom?”
Before I could analyze what she's doing here, a stretcher was pulled out of the car.
My heart stopped when I saw a man lying on the stretcher, completely unconscious. His shirt and face were soaked in red.
“Dad…”
What the f*ck?
I sprinted to the entrance of the emergency room, following my crying mother, paramedics, and the fast-moving stretcher.
Hearing her sobbing made my heart tear apart.
"Ma'am, you have to stay back! You can't come past the doors!" A nurse warned my mother as the paramedics wheeled the stretcher through the double doors of the trauma bay.
I watched the doors swing shut, cutting off my view of my dad's blood-soaked face.
“M-Mom, what happened? Oh, my God! What the hell happened to Dad?”
Mom paced in front of the double doors, still trembling in fear and panicked.
“A-A man..." she choked out as she tried to find the words. "Ju-Just a random man on the street... h-he had a gun, honey... he just…” she devastatingly ran her hands over her hair. “That man just shot him! Your father didn't do anything! He just shot him!"
My eyes widened.
Shot? He was shot by a random man? But… why? Why would… Why would a random man shoot my father? Does my father owe someone?
It didn't make sense. None of this made sense. My dad… My dad does not have any enemies!
I collapsed onto my knees in the middle of the hallway as tears uncontrollably fell.
God, why?!
I buried my face in my hands. “Please, please, God, don't take him. Take anything else, do anything to me, but save my dad. Please let him live. Please, please save him.”
F*ck! Why is this happening to me? Why… Why is this happening?
Every second felt like an eternity.
Mom paced the hallway outside the double doors, staring at the red ‘Surgery in Progress’ light above the door. While I sat on the cold floor, praying with everything I had left for it to change.
Then, the doors opened and a man in white scrub stepped out.
I scrambled on the floor and rushed to my mom's side. He didn't look us in the eye right away, and in that split second, my stomach dropped into a bottomless pit.
“S-So? How is he?” My mother asked impatiently.
But based on the doctor's reaction, I don't think I want to hear his next words.
"I am so incredibly sorry. We did everything we could, but the trauma was too severe. He lost too much blood before he arrived. He... he didn't make it."
The words echoed in the hallway.
H-He's… gone.
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