I am getting dressed to go to school and remembering the conversation I had with my mom yesterday.
Even though I am not ok with her suggestions, I will have to do it. She is my mother and she is struggling to make ends meet.
I wear ripped blue jeans, a white shirt, a brown duster jacket with grey sneakers. I look in the mirror to check out my face and appearance after dressing up, I need to make up.
I apply a little make-up to my face before going out of my room. I bade mom goodbye and get out of the house to flag down a cab.
I am lucky to get a cab on time. A few minutes later, the cab pulled over in front of the campus. I alight from the cab, pay, and walk-in. I have the intention of talking to Pamela today. I am ready to talk to her about the pregnancy and my decision.
Pamela is a good friend indeed and she understands my silence. Sh
Annabelle's POVI am relieved the words are out, so I release a deep breath. I didn't even realize I have been holding in my breath. Pam is silent much to my surprise.I am thinking she will exclaim, "what the hell!" or ask if I am stupid to think of such. But she isn't saying anything.I open my eyes slowly and turn to look at her. She is just watching me, with her face devoid of expression. I don't know what she is thinking and if she is in support. I lean my head down, waiting for something to come out of her mouth.Pamela has always been the mature one between us and I always runs to her for advice. She is next in line to my mom and I love her."You want to abort the baby?" She demands."Yes", I answer sharply."Why?" Her voice is low.I shrug. "Mom and I talked last night and we........"<
Anna's POV I stare at his retreating figure before shifting my gaze to Pamela who is silently looking at me. I move back to where we were seated and bury my head in my palms. I don't know why I am feeling this way towards Tony but I am damn hurt by the disgusted look on his face. He is making me feel cheap and worthless. "Anna", Pamela is back beside me. She touches my shoulder, waiting for me to raise my head. She thinks I am crying but I am not. I want to cry but no tears are coming. I am tired of crying. I am tired of all the problems showcasing its ugly face. I am fed up with everything. I feel like ending everything. Just a single mistake of mine is bringing me nothing but shame. "Anna?" She calls again. "Did you see the way he looked at me?" I lift my head to ask her. "It doesn't matter", she shakes her hea
Anna's POV "Aidan John Alvarez?" Mom pronounce his name out after I had told her he is the one I had sex with. She had grabbed the magazine from me and examined him carefully to see if he is fit to be called my baby father. I know my mom. That is what she is doing. "Alvarez?" Pamela questions and stands up to come closer to us. "He is your baby father?" She asks when she sees his picture. Beneath the large image is another picture of him and a girl. She is sitting on his lap kissing him. I am trying so hard not to look at the picture below. I guess this is why he is called a womanizer. I nod gently at Pamela, feeling sorry for myself. I am sure he has even forgotten about the night we had together. I am sure he must think I am one of those cheap girls he plays around with. I look back at the picture to see the name of the lady, Tessa Rodriguez, it says. Is she one of his slut or his real girlfriend? I ask myself. "I can't believe Aidan is your baby father", Pamela jerks me
Aidan's POVI know I am not supposed to be here but I also know I have to be here so my ego won't ruin what I have been building for years. I drive into my father's mansion.The concrete huge building full of tall glasses reminds me of many things. One of those things was the day my father stopped beating me and that day was the same day my mother lost her legs. I shut my eyes to let go of the hurt that comes with the memories.That day reminds me of the way I cried so hard and the pain in my mother's eyes that I can still see. The last time I saw my mother was three months ago. I hate coming here, I hate seeing her in pain.I am here because I want to get the award and I want to see my mother. I get out of the car and move towards the door. His domestic staff are all over, muttering their greetings to me. I answer none of the greetings as I walk in.The living room is empt
Aidan's POV"What?" I exclaim with a short laugh.Mother's wish for me to get married sound ridiculous to my ears. I don't see myself ever getting married. I hate being commitment to someone.I don't want to be like my father. I don't see myself getting dressed up to be wedded to some girl. I guess this is because I don't believe in people's thinking that marriage is a happily ever after thing.No, it isn't.It isn't for my parents and I feel it isn't for everyone. We all think it is because of the unrealistic dramas we watch on TVs or read in books.Marriage they say is not a bed of roses, but to me, marriage is a bed full of thorns for both partners.I can't get married. I have enough troubles already, getting married is like adding to the list of problems I am trying to tackle."You know I d
Aidan's POVI walk up to my father's study upstairs after leaving my mother's room. When I get to the door, I hear laughter coming from inside.I knock on the door softly, pushing away the thoughts of the topic of marriage my mother had implanted in my head.I hear a loud "come in", before pushing the door open to enter. Father is sitting on his large mahogany desk filled with books and files and another man is sitting opposite him. They were talking and laughing before my knock interrupted them."Son", father beams and stands up to meet me. The man turns around in his chair to catch a glimpse of me. Father gets to my side and pats my shoulder in a friendly manner.I seethe and grit my teeth, stopping myself from punching him. His touch irritates me. I hate the fact that we look alike because I feel everyone will think we are the same. I am the younger version o
Evelyn's POVI walk elegantly into the company, wearing one of the dresses Pamela got for me during the shopping she did with my daughter, Anna the other day.I have been home since that day trying to figure out how to meet with the so-called youngest billionaire and womanizer. I have been thinking of what to say to him and how to convince him to do my bidding.I see no reason why I should allow my daughter to go on with the abortion, I only suggested it in the first place because I was having a feeling that I will lose my job soon. I didn't want Anna to give birth to a baby despite our poverty-stricken situation.My boss was requesting an affair and I rejected the offer, he began to mistreat me at work and that led to me losing my job.People say I am proud, yes I am, even though I don't have money. I know what is right from what is wrong and I don't take shits.
Evelyn's POVI move swiftly towards the direction of the office. Even if I don't want to do this, the thought of my daughter is giving me more courage to go on. Anna lost her father when she was just 5 years old and we have been feeding from hand to mouth.I do menial jobs just to make sure I put something on the table for my daughter. I love her and I would do everything within my power to see her become great. I believe this is the opportunity.I get to the door and knock gently. There is no reply and I knock again, louder."Come in", a husky voice orders. He is speaking with a tone of authority and I can feel the reason why the receptionist seems scared of her boss. I push the door open. His eyes are fixed on his laptop.