Chapter 5- YOU KNOW YOU'RE PREGNANT

Preview: YOU KNOW YOU'RE PREGNANT

She was right, but hearing it out loud just reminded me of my worst nemesis.

MELANIE~~

What the hell was that back there, Melanie? You almost kissed a stranger for the second time. If only I had his phone number from that night, I wouldn't have even bothered showing up at his office today.

But honestly, I had bigger things to worry about. I needed to figure out how to settle myself with this pregnancy. Ever since I found out yesterday that I was five days pregnant, my heart hadn't been at rest for a single second. How is someone as young as me supposed to face a pregnancy without even knowing who the father of the child is? To make things worse, my dad found out about it yesterday while we were having dinner. Because of that, he demanded to see Bryan immediately, which is exactly what dragged me into that awkward mess in his office earlier.

My mom—the witch—finally allowed my dad and me to share a room in her mansion after a lot of persistent pleading. I only swallowed my pride and begged because our apartment rent was already due, and I didn't have enough money left after paying the hospital bills. At least she let us stay. It’s been 14 years since she kicked us out, and I hadn't stepped a single foot inside this house until the day I went to beg her for my dad and late sister's medical expenses—the same day she told me to go have a one-night stand with a stranger.

After a short nap, I woke up and went straight to the bathroom to wash up. Just after I finished, I heard a sharp knock on the door. Only my dad and I were at home right now. The witch went to work, her daughter went out shopping, and as for Dawson, I had no idea about his whereabouts. So who could it be?

I walked down and opened the front door since my dad was outside in the garden.

“Ma’am, there is someone at the door,” the maid said. “He said he wants to see you.”

“A he?” I asked, totally curious.

“Yes,” she replied calmly.

“I’ll be there soon,” I said, and she nodded and left. She was the only maid my mom assigned to our wing. Well, we don’t even need a maid anyway.

I walked to the main entrance and opened the door. Who am I seeing? Why is he actually here? How did he even get my home address? All these questions ran through my mind, desperately wanting an answer.

“Why are you here?” was the only thing I could chide out to ask him.

“Why asking? Didn’t you tell me to come?” he answered my curiosity with another question, his expression completely blank.

“I thought you won’t come.”

“I’m here, so what for?” he asked again.

“Umm... my dad is outside. You should go there.”

“Lead me,” he said coldly.

He really shouldn’t find out our secrets. I quietly turned around and led him through the house to where my dad was sitting.

“Dad,” I called out.

“Oh, Bryan, you’re here,” my dad said, looking up.

“Yes, sir,” Bryan said. He looked so innocent right now, completely unlike the aggressive man I saw in the office earlier.

“Dad, I’m going to get water,” I said. My dad just nodded, and I quickly left to grab a pitcher for them. I came back in a jiffy, placed the water on the table beside them, and immediately walked away to leave them alone.

Being inside by myself was so boring. I tried reading my favorite book collection and even playing games on my phone, but I still felt totally frustrated and restless. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. I changed my clothes, got dressed up to leave, and texted my dad right before walking out.

“Dad, I’m out.”

He replied almost immediately. “Okay dear, be safe.”

Then I quickly pulled up my chat with Rosalie. “Can we hang out together?”

“Sure,” she replied a few minutes later.

“What’s up? Why do you suddenly want to drink?” Rosalie asked in concern the moment we sat down at the lounge.

“Just totally bored and frustrated at home,” I sighed, staring down at my glass.

“What’s wrong? Did you kiss another guy?”

I paused, looking up at her. “Does it look that obvious?”

“Not really, I was just guessing,” she laughed.

“Oh. Well, maybe he is no longer a stranger... cause he’s gonna be my husband soon.”

Rosalie stopped smiling and looked at me seriously. “You don’t really have to bother or stress yourself much about him. You know you’re pregnant.” She was right, but hearing it out loud just reminded me of my worst nemesis.

“Please, can you stop reminding me of that?” I muttered, a sudden wave of chagrin washing all over me.

“Ughhhh, I feel your pain,” she said, shifting closer and giving me a tight hug.

She pulled back and raised her glass. “Cheers to the new phase of life you’re about to go through.”

As we clunked our glasses together, my throat tightened and I felt myself getting almost in tears. “Cheers,” I whispered.

“It’s gonna be alright, baby,” she said, patting my shoulder softly. By now, the tears were already spilling over my cheeks.

“Let me play a karaoke song for you to make you feel better,” she said quickly, trying to distract me. I didn’t say anything, but she rose anyway, picking up the microphone and singing a song in the funniest, most ridiculous way she could just to make me laugh. After a while, I joined in, and our voices were echoing all over the room. It really is true that the best way to get over boredom and pain is having a great friend.

After our long outing, I realized it was getting incredibly late. My dad would surely scold me if he was awake by the time I got back. I took a cab heading straight to the witch’s house. Like I said before, I won’t ever call it mine or ours. It was just a roof over our heads until I could take my dad and leave for good.