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.
It was the summer’s second heatwave and it did very little to improve my state of mind.I didn’t want to be here. I did not want to have to hear the baby’s heartbeat again. My bed at home was calling to me, if it was just another night I might have already fallen asleep by now.“Tired?” Doctor Ward noted.“All the time.” I answered truthfully. He wrote it down on the clipboard in the typical unreadable doctor’s handwriting.“You’ll start getting some more energy at around week fourteen.” He reassured me. “Only a few more weeks left of the first trimester.”And what a first trimester it had been. I had already lost hope that I would relax throughout this pregnancy, instead I was just focussed on surviving it. When my mind wasn’t a mess it seemed like my life stepped in to make sure that it would be.I brushed my fingers over the b
I don’t know how I managed to convince Robert that I would be fine going home by myself. All I knew was that this had to end, tonight.When Robert had hugged me, it felt like that was exactly what I had needed. I needed his arms around me to hold me together, but when he let go my self loathing only increased. I was Dalia fucking Adler, I did not needanyone
I put my hand over the weird pain. It was on my right side, on my bump. It only lasted for a few moments before it subsided. My mom sat down on the couch and grabbed the remote, but Clara and I stayed in our spot.The child protective services lady had told me that either my mom has to go or Clara will go and live with Max and Liann. She was pregnant too now, and I just knew that even if she was forced to live there, they wouldn’t take proper care of her. It would be a full on Harry Potter scenario, she would be nothing more than their slave.I looked down at Clara. Her blonde curls were a mess, her eyes were wide and looking at me now, rather than our bitch of a mother. I had tried to kick my mom out, and it didn’t work. So there was only one option now.I picked up Clara and headed into our bedroom. I sat her down on the bed and closed the door behind us. It was a little past midnight now, but the two of us were wide awake. I gave her a
“Take care of yourself, okay?” I told Hannah and hugged her tightly. She had let me and Clara sit and wait in their secret little hideout, and kept any ill-wishing people away from us with her extensive vocabulary of curse words. Some of her… Coworkers also greeted us kindly, one even sang a lullaby for Clara.This was what I would miss about the neighbourhood. In the news prostitutes were either portrayed as horrible drug addicts or as numb girls, no one ever showed this kind side of them. They were just people, like the rest of us, trying to make the best of a shitty situation.“You too Dalia.” She smiled at me and patted Clara on the back. I had picked her up, there were a few too many needles on the ground, and she was battling the exhaustion with all her might. Occasionally I would feel her body relax in my arms, but she always woke right back up and tried to stay awake again.I said goodbye to some of the other gi
The adrenaline had worn off with me. Instead I just felt tired. Tired of having to juggle everything, tired of making choices. I wanted nothing more than to just curl up into bed and sleep the month away, but I owed Robert the bare minimum of an explanation.My heart was pounding in my throat when I approached his door. Though we were definitely closer now than we had been a few months ago, I still knew that he would rightfully so chose the baby over me. The very same baby I had been impacting with my dumbass choices.“Come in,” I heard his low voice say when I knocked on the half open door. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, his hands hidden away in his pockets. The sheets on the bed had been discarded to one side, the pillows were messy too. I had definitely disturbed his sleep.“I am so sorry.” I said. I really was, I hated needing other people to depend on. I hated being this much of a liability.“What happened?
I dreamed that I was standing on a high tower, with an entire crowd of people watching me from the ground. They were screaming things at me, but I didn’t hear what they were saying. All I heard was Robert telling me to jump.I opened my eyes, but I wasn’t greeted by my yellow walls and sleeping sister. I wasn’t lying on a lumpy mattress with the sound of the TV from the other room. I had woken up in this bed before though.Why was I in Robert’s room?It all came back to me in pieces. Saying goodbye to my home, having a panic attack for the first time in years, I would really have rather just forgotten all about it. It felt like waking up to a bad hangover, I just wanted to turn back around and let my dreams distract me again.When I did turn around though, I caught sight of his alarm clock. It was already ten o’clock, and Clara’s school wasn’t exactly next door to this place.I shot
I definitely did not raise Clara to know this.We were seated at the large dinner table. The private chef still could not look me in the eye but did give Clara a friendly wave. My head was playing an endless loop of Clara knocking her glass over or spilling her food all down her shirt. We weren’t even in a restaurant, but it still felt like this place was way too fancy for her to do that.Robert was at one end of the table, while I was on the other. Clara sat to my right, looking either silently at me or at the silverware in front of us. Things certainly did not look this shiny at our place, though I saw that she had a special kids’ set where the knife wasn’t that sharp.This time, the silence was awkward. I had at least informed Robert that Clara thought he was just a friend of mine, so we couldn’t discuss any pregnancy stuff. I was the one link between the two people, but I was coming up empty on conversation starters.