로그인"Ava... who's the father?" Riley asked softly.
Ava flinched at the question. Her stomach was turning, and her hands were clinging to the side of the bed. The words were not able to come out of her mouth.
Marcus…she was unable to say his name. Not now, not ever. It was his thought of him, of that night, of what she had done, that made her chest painfully tight.
It is... it is Mark, she said, but barely above a whisper.
Riley gazed and gaped at her, and a horror and doubtfulness fell on her face. "Mark? Are you serious? You... you slept with him? You allow yourself to get into this position?
"I... I did not intend for it to happen like this,” Ava said hastily, shaking her head. "I just... I didn't think properly okay? I wasn't thinking straight."
Riley rubbed a hand down her face and was exasperated. "Ava, you have to be careful! You cannot simply sleep with someone, not like this! Not at the time you are still in school and not before you consider the ramifications! You let your guard down. Didn't you use protection? You should know better!"
"I know!" The voice broke a little, and Ava snapped. I did not wish that it should happen to me!
Riley sat back with a jerk. "We need an adult here, Ava. You're still in school. The baby... the father... everything... this cannot be a one-man job. You need your mother."
Ava was hesitant and her hands were shaky. She churned her stomach at the thought of her mother and of the lecture as well as the anger of Patricia. But she knew Riley was right. She picked up her phone and called home.
“Mom,” Ava said, attempting to maintain calmness in her voice. "I'm at the hospital. Can you come get me?"
"Is everything okay?" Patricia questioned instantly with a tense voice.
“Yes... Come... just come,” Ava answered. She never said anything about the pregnancy, the father, or anything. She could not.
It was only a few moments before Patricia came. She got answers, and she did it at a glance when she entered the room.
"What is going on, Ava? Why am I here?" she enquired, with the voice of authority and concern.
Ava swallowed hard. She may have felt her heart beat in her heart. She turned her head away and did not look at her mother. At last, she talked, and it was little more than a whisper.
"I'm... I'm pregnant," she admitted.
Patricia blanched and her face changed to disbelief. "Pregnant?!" she shouted. "Ava Thompson! How could you? Who... who is the father?"
“... it is Marks,” Ava repeated the lie. "But I... I left him. He cheated on me, Mom. That's why I left him."
Patricia flushed with anger. "You left a man... over cheating?" she yelled. “You ran away from him on the grounds of cheating? And now... You are pregnant so young? What do you think will happen now? Do you know how you have humiliated our family?”
Ava shuddered at the words of her mother. She was just about to open her mouth to respond, but Patricia was not done.
You believe that you can afford to make mistakes like this and nothing will happen? My daughter is not going to be a baby mama. Do you hear me?" The voice of Patricia was severe and uncompromising, and reverberated in the hospital room.
"I... Mom... I don't want to..." Ava attempted, but her words failed her.
"You will marry him!" Patricia screamed and her face was hard and set. You will put this mess you have made right. My daughter shall never raise a bastard. And you have to get back with Mark Rivera at once!
Ava's stomach dropped. She shook her head violently. "I... I can't! I don't want to! I can't marry him!"
Patricia's jaw tightened. "No arguments, Ava. You defy me, and you will cause more disgrace to this family than you have already caused. This ends now. You are going to marry him and that is all.
Ava's mind raced. She felt trapped. Her chest was panicking and her hands were trembling. How could she marry Mark? What could she tell... anything? She would have screamed, cried, run, but she made no noise. Her mother was categorical and there was no bargaining.
Riley gave her a squeeze of her hand, which was all she could do to comfort her. “It will be all right,” she said to Ava. "We'll figure this out. You're not alone."
Ava smiled weakly, her tears on the verge of bursting out. She was angry, frightened, and helpless simultaneously. The eyes of Patricia remained steady on her, undaunted, unswerving. It was a question of no compromise, no middle ground. It was not the choice of Ava and until then, all she could do was to comply.
Patricia now shifted her gaze to the exit of the room and was content to believe that she had given her verdict successfully. “You will get married, Ava, this is the last time I am going to say it!” her voice was cold and firm. So she walked away with Ava and Riley were left to the emptiness of the hospital room.
The silence that followed was heavy. Ava sat up against the bed, her thoughts whirling. She was caught between the fear and anger over the truth of her pregnancy and the impossible decision her mother had taken on her behalf.
At her elbow sat Riley holding her hand. “We will see this out, Ava,” said she. "We'll get through it."
Ava agreed, yet in her heart, she understood that life would never be easy anymore. The Mark lie was established, her cover concerning Marcus still hidden, but now another fight had started--the one that would define her future and make her face decisions that she was not ready to make.
Her thoughts wandered to the window, the sun shining in very mean and sharp. She had a desire to get away, to flee it all but she could not.
“You will marry him,” she said to herself as she remembered listening to Patricia earlier on, and it was on her mind over and over.
The following morning, Ava woke up with a tight feeling in her chest. Nothing was going on in the house, and sunlight peered through the curtains as though it did not wish to disturb her thoughts. A long time, the stillness of her position made her believe she was dead; and then one hand fell upon her stomach, as well as the other in a grip upon the sheets.She really was doing this, she said to herself.She forced herself out of bed and headed to the bathroom. She did not want to see her face in the water, as it might have already revealed the feeling of guilt. Her eyes looked purposeful but frightened when she at last lifted her eyes.It was nothing but a test, she said to herself. "Just answers."Back in the bedroom, Ava had taken up her phone and opened the email that she had received late in the night. The confirmation of the appointment was glaring back at her.Compatibility Screening - 10:30 a.m.Her heart skipped.She drew her lips. "Okay," she said softly. "You can do this."A
It was some time after the house had become still that Ava sat on the edge of the bed. Marcus had long ago gone to sleep, or at least she believed he had. She was alone, the hall was dark, yet her thoughts could not repose.She was slowly opening her laptop, as if the noise would wake someone. The screen was faintly lit in the dark room.“This is but information,” she said to herself. "That's all."She had typed: “bone marrow donation.”Pages appeared instantly. Ava looked at them, and her heart was leaping like she was committing a wrong."Okay," she murmured. "Just read."She clicked the first link. The words felt heavy, serious. She read very slowly and stopped frequently, attempting to get out the meaning."What is bone marrow?" Under her breath, she read it out. “Who can spare... doth expose... curedness…”She unconsciously reached
The voice of Elena was smooth and calm, except that something sharp underlined it, and Ava paused to walk."No," Elena said firmly. "You are not going to see Lydia."Ava stood paralysed in the hospital room hall. She had been practising what she had to say all morning and had been holding the words together like cracks in the glass. And now they broke up.“I only want to see how she is doing,” Ava said in a low voice. "I won't stay long. I won't upset her."Elena turned about to meet her face-to-face. Her eyes were scarlet, sleepy, and suspicious. "You already have," she said. "Enough."Ava flinched. "I didn't mean to hurt her. I swear."“That does not make a difference, what has happened,” Elena said. "Lydia is sick. She's scared. Peace, not confusion, is needed by her.”"I can be quiet," Ava insisted. "I can just sit with her. I will not even say whether that is what you desire.”Elena shook her head. "You don't understand. The moment Lydia looks at you, she recalls it all. The wedd
Marcus did not say anything immediately after Ava entered the car. He was sitting at the wheel, his hands clenching the wheel firmly, and staring straight forward like a man who is scared that by looking at her he will bring all that is within him to ruin.Finally, he said, “Ava, there is something you must know.”Her heart sank in an instant. She nodded slowly. “I heard something already at the hospital,” I said to myself. "I wasn't meant to, but I did."Marcus turned to her sharply. "You heard?""Not everything," Ava replied. "Just... enough to be scared."He cleared his throat and sat up in his seat. "Lydia is sick."Ava swallowed. "I know."No longer stress or exhaustion, Marcus thought, and his voice broke, although he struggled to keep his voice down. "The doctors ran more tests. Blood work. Scans."Ava had her hands trembling in her lap. "Marcus, please," she whispered. "Just tell me."He shut his eyes during the treatment. "She has cancer."This time, the word was heavier and
Lydia had been in her stay with Elena for three days, and Marcus had not called upon her once. Yeah, she lied that she was with her friend. Elena was watching her daughter as she walked softly about the guest room, her face pale, and her eyes deep, and it was breaking her heart in such a way that she could not describe it.Elena put a bowl of soup on the bedside table and said, “You should eat something.”“I am not hungry,” Lydia added, not glancing out of the window.“Since the wedding, you have not eaten well,” Elena insisted. "Your body needs strength."Lydia turned slowly. “My body is not the biggest of my problems.”Elena muttered and took a seat on the edge of the bed. You do not need to forgive Marcus. “I'm not asking that.” But to have him cut out altogether will not make the hurt go away.“It aids me to breathe,” said Lydia flatly. “When I cannot hear his voice, I do not have to think about what he did.”“He is your father, your Dad,” Elena muttered.The eyes of Lydia were fi
The ride to the home of Marcus was silent. Too quiet. Ava sat in a passenger seat with clasped hands over her stomach and looked through the window as the city lights went by. Marcus maintained a focus on the road, closed his mouth and his mind was not in the moment. Nobody said anything and the silence was oppressive with all that he and she were not saying.As the car eventually stopped, Ava looked up and saw that they were here. The house of Marcus was a tall and dark building, the inside lights being dimmed. It appeared serene outside as though everything was as it always used to be, as though the world had not fallen in a couple of hours back.Marcus came out first and made his way around to open the door for her. “We will make our entry on the side,” he said. "No one will see."Ava nodded. "Thank you."He handed her a little suitcase and walked into the house. The house was not welcoming but was recognisable, clean, and a bit warm. It was tense, as though it were holding its brea
Ava was standing in the centre of her room, staring at the open suitcase on the bed. It was little, the one that you used to take short journeys, not leave your life behind. Her hands were moving as she folded a sweater slowly and put it aside. She could not think of anything, as her mind had closed
Ava entered the house and shut the door as gently as possible. The silence still seemed too loud in the sound. Her feet were tired of the heavy shoes she had, and her body was sore not only because it was a long day but also because of all that had taken place. The bridal gown had been taken, the c
The house was too quiet.Elena was standing in the bedroom, gazing at the open wardrobe as though she had been betrayed by it. On one side, clothes were neatly suspended, and below these the shoes, but the silence seemed oppressive, as someone seemed to peep over the walls. Her hands shook, and she
Lydia did not move until the sound had subsided in the hall. Her hands were trembling, her chest was tight, and all the whispers she had heard were still reverberating in her head. Marcus was at a few paces off the altar, stiff and pale, and had the appearance of a man who had been struck by an obje







