Chapter 4
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“Darcy. Darcy.”
I looked up at the brown skinned doctor wearing a warm smile.
“Pay attention, dear.”
I nodded. My eyes fell back on the ultrasound results. There was an abnormality. I didn't want to look at it. A pang of pain hit my heart each time I saw it.
“You are lucky Darcy.” Doctor Tess said, her lips pouted. She wore a disciplinary look on her face but there was worry.in her eyes.
“I know.” I replied.
“No, you dont. You were this close to losing your baby. What were…” she paused, exhaling slowly to hide the anger in her voice. “Look. Tons of woman come here everyday begging me to help them get pregnant like I’m some God. But you have a child yet you can't put him first.”
She held my gaze. My lips were quivering and my eyes were wet. I bit down on my lips, tears streaming down slowly.
“I can't…” my sobs choked me. I took a moment, finding my voice again. “I can't lose him. I love him with my life. This isn't his fault. It's mine.”
“It doesn't matter Darcy. You are going to lose one of them sooner or later. So it's either him or your child. Pick one.” She rose, visibly upset. She walked to the door and opened it.
“Our session is over.”
Tess’ words rung through my head as I walked down the streets, painfully hobbling with my baby bump. My legs hurt and there was a bad ache throbbing at the back of my head.
I stopped at a bus stand, waiting. My body was weary, my limbs felt broken and my hair seemed like it was torn out of its roots. There was a nasty cut on my face which was stitched and bandaged because it could scare people.
The blue bus driving up to the mainlands where I lived, parked. I stared at it and drew in a long breath. Tears trickled into the pavement. I wiped it off.
“Darcy, you are not going back there.” I resolved, crossed the road, hailed a taxi and told him to drop me off at the interstate. My parents lived there.
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8:00 PM
“Wait, Darcy.” Dad adjusted on the sitting room couch. “You had problems at home and you came here?” he queried, sardonically.
My eyes fell on my fidgeting fingers. “I didn't know what else to do?”
“What happened to ‘Working things out’ and ‘till death do us apart’?” His voice rose a bit. His expression was unreadable and that left a sick twist in my gut.
“Dad… I just couldn't stay anymore.” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
“Oh, really. Let me guess, he hit you. You know how things are right now with you carrying that bastard around the…”
“Dad.” I cut in but lowered my voice immediately. “He is still your grandson.”
“That… whatever it is, has nothing to do with this family. If you are having problems with David, it's because you… f****d… up.” He pointed his finger at me. Every word he said pierced my heart like daggers.
My fingers trembled even more and my eyes stung. I tried to hold it back in but I couldn't.
“Dad, please don't say this. I… I didn't consent to what happened to me.”
He scoffed. “So now you didn't consent. You weren't thinking about it when you were wrapping those legs around his waist.”
“Dad!” My tears dripped, trickling down my face. I stared at him, wide-eyed and confused.
‘How could he say this… I’m his daughter.’
He looked away. My lips parted but I was cut off immediately.
“Oh wipe those tears and stop pretending like you are some saint. It doesn't suit you.” She sneered. I turned. My step-mom was standing by the wine cabinet, her face quirked into a disgusted frown.
I looked back at Dad. Waiting for him to shun her. He didn't.
“You heard it. Stop pretending. David already did you a favor marrying you at all. He even gave you a good option instead of divorce. Why can't you just suck it up.” Dad said.
“You heard your father. Stop being so worthless for a change.” step-mom chipped in, like she was doing me a favor.
My eyes were on dad. Tears streaming down. He didn't look at me. My heart sank. In the background, I felt like I could hear my world shatter.
I rose from the grey-colored armchair and my wet eyes rolled across the room. Memories of growing up in the safety of this humble home brought a grim feeling.
I let out a pained smile. I can't believe I was returning here. I can't believe I thought I could find solace here. Guess I was wrong, I am really alone In this world. I see that now.
I shut my eyes for a moment, gathering up courage. I picked up my purse and left the house. Dad called out for me, I didn't even think of turning around.
I stepped into the night. The cold winds whooshed through my hair and froze my wet face. My lips shuddered. I bit down on them but it didn't stop.
I clenched on my shirt, where my heart used to be before David ripped it out. I gasped, unable to cry anymore. My heart wrenched in pain and I wanted it to end.
My feet dragged through the road. I had no destination in mind. I just wanted to get to a height and fall off it. I can't… I just couldn't continue living like this anymore. Since faith refused to do anything, I was going to end it myself.
My head was in the clouds, my body shuddered in the cold and my leg felt ripped apart. I hobbled through a few passerbys left on the road so late at night.
My head was fallen and I kept staring at my feet even as I crossed the road.
My mind raced, a thousand thoughts all coming at once. The world seemed to fall into silence and all I could hear was my beating heart.
Then a scream pierced my reverie. I looked up. Someone across, was yelling.
“Get out of the way. Get out of the road. Run!!”
I tried to process what he was saying but my brain was just too tired. Then blinding lights flashed at me. I looked beside me.
My eyes grew wider. A car was braking towards me. A gasp escaped my lips, I tried to run but…. I wasn't fast enough.
The sound of car horns was the last thing I remember before the world went dark.
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