FOURTEEN

I rushed to the nearest bathroom, locked the door, and threw up. I didn't eat much, but being pregnant and lying to people made it worst for me to continue this act.

No, it's the pregnancy.

Once I had released my worries in a pile of odorous substances, I flushed it and washed my mouth and face. I let the water run as I looked at myself in the mirror, thinking about what kind of person I was. What am I doing? I laid my hand over my stomach and caressed it.

All I wanted was for my grandparents to know that I didn't want to marry Kareem, even though he was my betroth, given the promise by my mother. Suddenly, my grandparents weren't happy that I was engaged to another guy they had never met. They wanted an entire interrogation of Liam because he wasn't what the family wanted. But now they seemed to be getting along, and the acting paid off.

I sat on the bathroom tile floor and just sat there, waiting for what exactly? Should I go back and watch a show I don't like or continue the role a