Tangled love

"Congratulations miss, you're pregnant." The doctor announced as he came into the office stretching his hands out for a handshake. Clara looked at him with her eyes popped out. Pregnant? She is pregnant? She shook her head in disbelief and hurriedly collected the result peering eagerly into it. To her dismay, she looked up at the doctor whose hand was still stretched out. "Doctor, you mean this? Are you sure this result is accurate?" She asked as tears gathered around her eyes. "Young lady, I confirmed this result thrice and it is still the same." Clara closed her eyes swallowing emptiness. She stood up sluggishly from the chair she was sitting on, nodding slightly to the doctor before moving out. She got out of the hospital waving a cab down. Relaxing her head on the door, her thoughts swirled to the events of three weeks before. ~Flashback~ "Knock, knock." "Who's there? Come in." Clara yelled from her sprawled position on the bed. Lydia, her sister twirled into the room. "What's up, Lydia." "Clara, I just wanted to remind you about the party we are attending tonight." "Lydia, I've told you that I'm not interested. You know about me that I am not a party type. I'm not interested. Have fun all alone." "Don't be a boring ass, Clara. We are only having fun for a few hours. We are returning this night I promise." Clara dimmed her eyes at Lydia. "Don't give me that pitiful look, Lydia." "Please, please, please." "Fine." "Yes! I'm going to pick your dress for you, give some touch to your pretty face." Clara smiled at Lydia who continued blabbing. Clara and Lydia are not blood sisters. Clara was adopted by Lydia's parents and they treated her just like their child. Clara doesn't depend on this entirely and knows in her heart that, at some point, they will ask her to repay. Clara eventually followed Lydia to the party that night. Lydia spiked some substance into Clara's drink smirking wickedly with a mission in her heart. Clara ended up in bed with a stranger. She sneaked out the next day, not wanting the stranger to know her identity. Now, she's pregnant with a stranger! ~Present~ Clara got down from the cab and turned towards her parent's house. A very big mansion, huge and well-built. "Excuse me, lady, excuse me." Clara turned back only to see the driver at her heels. She furrowed her eyebrow questioningly. "You haven't paid me." "Oh, I'm so sorry, mister. It skipped my mind." "Hmm...I wonder what a young girl like you might be thinking about. Just take it easy." The driver concluded before collecting the money. Clara sighed worriedly. Within the few minute's journey from the hospital to her house, she had already depreciated a bit due to worry. "Welcome, young madam." The gateman greeted her as she nodded, stepping gingerly into the enormous compound. Clara felt a shiver down her spine as she drew closer to the door. She became uneasy for no particular reason. Her instincts kept screaming warning. Clara entered the living room to meet her parents, and her sister on sit, obviously awaiting her arrival. She was taken aback when her mother ran towards her as she knelt holding her legs. Clara instinctively bent over. "Clara, please help me, help us." Mrs Wilson said as tears rushed down her face. Clara's head sparkled. She took her hands to the woman's face holding it tenderly. "What is it, mother? I am ready to help you." "It's Lydia." She sniffed. Clara looked towards Lydia who was looking pale. "What's wrong with her mother?" "Your sister needs blood." "Blood?" "Yes, she needs an urgent blood transfusion. I and your dad would have freely donated out to her but our blood doesn't match hers. I learned you are Blood O so as your sister." Clara held her breath, praying desperately that it should not be what she was thinking. "I and your dad need to donate your blood for Lydia. We don't want her to die and I know that you as well don't want her to die. Please, help us." "M...mother I really can't..." "Please, Clara." Her father said as he stood up from his sitting position to hold her hands. Clara shook her head painfully before running into her room. "Come back here, Clara. You've not said anything. My baby must not die!!" Mrs Wilson yelled as she rolled on the floor in tears with Mr Wilson trying to comfort her. Clara entered her room at a speed and jammed the door shut. She sat on her bed as tears ran down her face. The realization that Lydia might die anytime soon is so difficult for her to accept. She loves Lydia so much even with the fact that they are not sisters. "Lydia must not die!" She thought. But there is a problem... The realization of this problem brought more tears to her face. She held her head in her hands as she groaned in pain. She closed her eyes only for the teary face of her mother to come back haunting her. She dashed into the bathroom and dipped her head into a bowl of water. Her sweat mixed with the water and with her tears. She is stuck! She brought out her already pale face from the water. Clara entered her room back and began pacing the room. She can't donate her blood. The truth hurts but that is just the fact. How would she table it before her parent for them to understand? Wouldn't it hurt Lydia whom she loves so much? What would the Wilson's think of her? Has she been ungrateful? All these thoughts ran through her mind as she kept on sighing in frustration. She stopped abruptly, holding her mouth with the urge to throw up. She ran into the bathroom and threw up everything in her stomach. Lydia, who was eavesdropping at Clara's door, grinned in satisfaction before tip-toeing to her room to continue her disguise.