In Loving You

Chapter 12

I don't know how long I've been walking. My mind keeps on wandering about what happened earlier. I don’t know where I’m heading to. I don’t know what I am going to do with my new life. A life without him... Just me and the life inside of me.

I feel exhausted, I feel downhearted. I just want to lie down and sleep in a very comfortable bed and never wake up again.

I touched the life inside of me, reminding me that I must not give up. I'm the only thing my baby has. I need to fight for my baby. I’m the only one he got.

I had nothing with me except for some money in my pockets that was left from my savings and the golden locket that Warren gave me in Paris. I always wear this locket every time I go out. I only took them out when I take a shower. I counted the money I had and it’s enough to last me for a few days. I don’t have any job. Since I got married with Warren, he told me that I didn’t need to work anymore since he could earn too much money for us. I don’t know how I will be able to find money for my future expenses.

Raising a child is expensive. I will need money for my monthly check up and labor. Not only that, I will have to feed him and pay for his education. I will also need to take care of him 24/7 until he could live independently. How am I suppose to do all that by myself?

I opened the locket and saw our wedding picture. Both of us were smiling brightly at the camera. I wondered if Warren’s smile was fake. I clearly remember that day as if it only happened yesterday. Warren was so happy to be my husband... I never thought that everything was an act.

A light flashed behind me. It was a cab. I'm lucky that I saw a cab in the middle of the night. I waved my hands to call the cab and it stopped right in front of me, then I entered.

The driver is staring at me as I sit at the backseat. I know I look like a mess from all the crying and the fight I did. I just told him to bring me to my parent's house and he obliged without asking me any questions.

I need a place to stay in and I guess I’ll stay there until I got a stable job and earned some savings.

The rain started to pour and I laid my head on the car window watching the rain fall and trickle down the glass. The rain made me feel much solemn, but the sound of the wipers squeaking on the glass and the pattering sound of rain, comforted me a bit.

After a few minutes, we finally arrived. I don't know how I'm going to tell them that I got divorced because my husband thinks I'm cheating and I'm pregnant with his child.

I paid the driver and ran to our doorstep so I wouldn’t get wet. I knocked a few times until Mom came and opened the door for me. She was wearing her nightclothes. It was clear that I just woke her up.

"Mom, " I whispered with my voice breaking.

I thought she would ask me what I was doing here in the middle of the night or ask me what happened but what she did never crossed my mind. She slapped me across my face and I don’t know why. I stood there shocked while holding my left cheek.

"How dare you come to our house?!" She shouted at me. I don't know why she’s mad at me.

"Wh-why?" I stuttered and bit my lip to hold the tears that were threatening to come out again.

"You never did anything good in our family. The only good thing you did is marry a rich man and you wasted it!" She shouted.

I didn't move and remained speechless. My parents never liked me since I was little but they found favor to my older sister Gemma. They never treated me the same way how they treated her but it changed when I told them about Warren. I thought they really changed and now that Warren is gone their true motives started to come out. They just want money.

"What is happening? Who is it?!" Dad came and his expression turned furious after seeing me, "What is this slut doing here? You have no shame to come here!" He sneered.

'No shame! You really have the guts to say that after you used me for money!' I want to yell at them, but I can't because I need them. I had no place to stay and nowhere to go to.

I hate being weak. I hate letting them see how vulnerable I am.

"What is that commotion about?! I am trying to sleep your too loud! It's already midnight, " Gemma said and I heard her feet stomping down the stairs.

"You b***h!" She screeched and ran towards me when she saw me. She pushed me, making me fall into the mud and the rain started to pour down on me.

I was about to stand up again but she lunged and pulled my hair. I tried to cover myself with my arms but she continued to scratch me using her long fingernails. The rain continued to pour down at us and my parents did nothing to stop Gemma.

"You can't keep your legs closed! You weren't even contented with your husband and cheated with other men. I won't be surprised if all men had already tasted you!" Gemma continued to shout insults at me as I fought hard to defend myself.

My arms were bleeding and my head felt on fire, "Stop! Please stop!" I begged, while my parents watch as Gemma physically abused me.

Then someone came and pulled Gemma away from me. I looked up and saw that It was the cab driver. I thought he already left but he didn't.

He helped me stand up to my feet and he held me close to his body. I looked at my family that were staring back at me with a murderous glare. Family? They never even treated me like one. I was just an object to them that they use and throw away when not useful.

Dad and mom hurried to Gemma’s side and helped her get up. Their face was full of concern about her even if she didn't even got hurt. Mom hugged her and caressed her hair like she was a fragile doll.

“Are you okay?” Mom asked her worriedly while dad is glaring at the cab driver who pushed Gemma.

"From now on, you are not allowed to come to our family again. We disown you. You’re not a part of this family anymore! Now get out of my property," Dad yelled.

I gave them the house they they are living in right now. If it wasn't for me they would be still living in a worn-out house they called home.

"Please Dad, I have nowhere to stay. Just please let me stay for the night." I begged. I can't sleep in the streets because it’s raining too hard and I’m pregnant.

"You should have thought of that before you cheated!" Mom hissed.

I was about to argue and tell them the same thing I told Warren, 'I didn't cheat' but I know they won't believe me. I'm tired of telling people that I’m innocent. I just stood there bleeding physically and emotionally as I watch them turn their backs on me.