I did what any sane and well-functioning adult would do after going through some upsetting events, I bunkered up and hid myself away from the world.
I convinced myself that this was better for me and the baby, I had been worrying about being way too stressed all the time, but even I couldn’t deny that this was just me being a coward. I did not want to face Kiara and
I stared at myself in the bathroom mirror. I had showered so quickly that there wasn’t even any fog on the mirror. I was late, I knew I needed to get a move on, but this was the first time I had properly seen it.A small curve.
I felt a soft breeze on my face, accompanied by a rattling sound every few seconds. Soft snores were coming from right beside me, accompanied by the occasional incoherent talking noises. Was it the baby?I had dreamed about him, soft black hair and big blue eyes. He looked more like Robert than he looked like me. It was probably for the best. He could never know I was his
There was another side effect to the press publishing those pictures. Within hours I went from ‘mystery woman’ to ‘Dalia Adler’, so not only my friends and family knew, but the entire city.They found my Instagram also, and my amount of followers skyrocketed. I was nowhere near Kiara or Robert, but I was already getting Dm’s from shady c
It felt like I hadn’t left my apartment in years. Things had been bearable before when I could just watch Netflix or read a book in utter silence, but now that my mom and I were fighting and the whole world was trying to contact me, hiding away became impossible.I promised Kiara that I would explain things to her the next time we meet up, so that would at least give me some time to think things through. I didn’t respond to Max nor to Lian, I didn’t feel like I owed them an explanation. But now there was another person who I needed to explain myself too also.
I headed out just a bit after dinner. I left Clara in the care of my mom and headed down to the car. Apparently, no one had told the driver that Robert didn’t want to see me, so he responded the same as usual when I texted him the address.I don’t know if they told Robert whenever I was coming over, or if he received a notification when we passed his gate. I kept a wandering eye on my phone screen throughout the car ride, though I already knew that I would ‘accidentally’ not see it if he called or texted me on the way over. Oops.
“Next time you want to come over, please do text me first.” Robert said to me with a half-smile on his face. I rolled my eyes at him and walked down the steps.“You didn’t enjoy the surprise?” I asked him innocently.I had stayed for a little longer, updating Robert on any and every pregnancy symptom I had experienced since we last saw each other. It f
Clara was taking everything like a champ. We had our own little cubicle, three blue screens separated us from the rest of the emergency room. She was laying on a big hospital bed, which she thought was very exciting, and pointed out every doctor that came by.They had to run several tests, mostly related to blood work. She cried when they poked her with the needle, but smiled when she received a Princess Peach bandage over it. The doctors and nurses were all very kind to her, one even sneaked her an ice cream. popsicle. It made being in the emergency room in the middle of the night a lot easier
Robert had known all my secrets for a good two hours, but I knew I couldn’t tell him about the fight.The right side of my face was bruised, but the swelling had gone down quite a bit already. She never kicked me or my belly, so I figured that the baby had to be okay. I still worried about it a lot and wondered if I could convince doctor Ward to take a look at it without Robert’s knowledge.That awful night was two days ago, and I still didn’t feel any better. My head throbbed whenever I tried to get some sleep, and all I could manage to do was to bring Clara to school and pick her up when she was done. My days were spent like a zombie watching the TV.I glanced over at the clock, Clara wouldn’t have to be picked up for another four hours. I wasn’t an expert with make-up, but I tried my best to cover the bruises when I went out. One photographer and Robert would undoubtedly be painted as an abusive boyfriend.