Chapter Three.

Fabian's POV 

It's still hard to believe that Pearl could do such a horrible thing, but the truth is in my fucking face, and I have to believe it if not my life will become more miserable than it already is.

My heart stirs with pain, I have been lied to all these years, I trusted her, I fucking trusted her! Why would she do such a thing to me?

I need her to carry my baby, I need her to give birth to a mini-me, someone she and my mother can use to remember me when I'm gone.

I can die anytime.

A cough erupts from my inside and my palm flies to catch the blood that splutters from my mouth before it stains my clothes.

I look around my car, my eyes searching for my tissue until I get my hands on it.

I clean the blood off my hands and mouth before resting my back on the seat to ease my nerves before I start driving.

My vision is blurry and void, I wish things were happening differently. I don't mean to be hard on Pearl to give me a child, but I have a fucking choice.

But I'm still mad at her for aborting her pregnancies without telling me, doesn't she trust me the way I trust her? Why would she betray me like that? She knows I would support her through anything. How long has this been going on? Why didn't I find out sooner? 

Questions start swirling in my mind and I stop myself before I hurt myself even more, my heart is already concealing so much pain, it won't be nice to poke it.

My phone screeches signaling me of an incoming call, I look over to see who it is.

Dr. White? Why is he calling me? 

“Good morning, Doctor,” I say after sliding the green icon.

“Good morning, Fabian, Your mother is in the emergency room, she was involved in a fatal accident and she'll need a blood donation,” 

“What? When was that?” 

“It's not something to discuss over the phone, please come as fast as you can and save her life,” The call disconnects.

I turn on the ignition of my car and drive into the asphalt road, driving at a very high speed.

°•

Beep. Beep. Beep.

 Where the only sounds that occasionally pierced the heavy silence in the room.

My fingers clasped around my Mom's hand, my thumbs caressing her hand and her wrist.

Whenever I raise my eyes to look at her face, I fear for how I will cope if I lose my Mom to an accident.

Tears sting my eyes at the thought that I'll become an orphan. At the thought of losing my only family, Pearl was a part but after what I found out today, I doubt that she is still part, she hurt me deeply.

I slap myself mentally for restraining my Mom from coming around our house because of her.

Love makes you foolish, they say, but I think it went beyond foolish, I was brainless whenever it came to her.

“Fabian,” I hear the strained voice of my Mom and I spring up from my seat to embrace her.

“I'm sorry Mom,” I murmur into her hair.

“It's okay, Son,” She pats my back weakly.

I pull away from the hug, “How are you feeling. Mom?” Sitting half butt on the bed.

“Better,” she admits.

“I'm very sorry, Mom… for choosing Pearl over you,” 

“I've already forgiven you for that,”

“You may have but I hate myself so much for what I did, Pearl has been aborting her pregnancies, I found an abortion pill in our room, and she denied using it,” I shrug softly, still overwhelmed by the bald truth I just discovered.

“What? She has been aborting my grandbabies?” My mother's tone is sharper than her usual tone. I know she's pissed, but I'm even more pissed because I feel like the world is closing in on me.

“Yes Mom,” I nod.

My mother looks away, shutting her eyes, I feel ashamed for bringing this upon us.

“I never liked that girl, not once, I tried many times to adjust but we were incompatible, I don't know what she gave to you that made you so in love with her that you don't even care about what anyone thinks, I knew she was evil, but I didn't know she could go to such an extent,” 

“I didn't know better,” I say.

“You knew better, Son, there are a thousand good girls out there that are ready to have your baby, she doesn't mean well for you, what wife wouldn't want to give her husband a child? She's very evil, and devilish.” My mother spits the last part in a venomous tone.

Other times I'll advocate for Pearl whenever my Mom starts spewing how much she hates her, but right now I regret the times I did that.

A deafening silence falls between us.

“What are you going to do now?” She speaks up after a while.

“I don't know, Mom,” I reply, squeezing my forehead with my thumb and index finger.

“Look at me Son,” she prompts me to look at her, I turn my neck for our eyes to connect.

“I am your mother, and you will listen to me this time, You will Divorce her, “ I groan internally, tearing my eyes from my mother's eyes, “You are not getting any younger and so am I, I can die any day, I need to see my grandbaby before I die, I need you to listen to your mother, Son, Divorce her she doesn't love you,” I feel an internal impulse to protest or defend Pearl but I can't, not after what she's done.

I'm still very much in love with her, I don't know if I'm ready for a Divorce.