Chapter Thirteen

Past- December 12th, 2032

I am lying on the single-sized bed that Johnathan laid for me. It has been a month since I came into his house, asking for a place to stay. Thankfully, he and Abdullah said yes. Because, honestly, they were my only real option.

And they are great. They are kind, sweet, and accepting. we have formed a good dynamic and it's very liberating. 

But today was different. I broke down for the first time. And I started spewing out my insecurities about Stan and Jessica with tears streaming down my face. The secrecy was getting to me, and I NEEDED answers. I can blame today's incident on my hormones. But actually, it was frustration building up. 

It's already ten o'clock and the tears have dried. And yet I can't sleep. If sleeping isn't an option, then I'll talk with the man downstairs. 

I smile as I lay my right hand on my bump. My baby responded with a kick, telling me that he is still