Chapter 7

Desdemona

Ettiene decided he wants to have steak at this hour of the day so here we are at a restaurant, having steak.

My heart is thumping against my chest. I rub my palm on my chest in an attempt to calm down but nothing. The father to my child is seated across from me and he does not know.

I sigh and–

"That's the fourth time you are sighing like that." He commented. "You okay?"

Of course I am not okay.

My brain is running in circles trying to pick a side. I could call my mother but then,I am not ready for an hour of preaching.

I could tell Ettiene about the child. On that there are only two things that can happen. Either he says he will take responsibility or he refuses.

The other option is to abort. In which I could lose my life together with the tiny thing.

Oh and the last one,to ask him for money. The one he was offering after…I shake my head. Surely younger me would be ashamed of the thought itself.

"I need to tell you something."

He put down the fork he was holding and focuses