Semua Bab Pregnant With My Stepbrother’s Child: Bab 81 - Bab 90

EVELYN A scream tore from my throat, wild and raw."No! No!!"My voice bounced off the empty streets, swallowed by the quietness. The power bike roared ahead, carrying my life with it. My bag. The wristwatch inside it wasn't just any watch, but the key to everything I had desperately been counting on."They can't go with it!" I screamed again, my breath ragged with my lungs burning with each desperate inhale. "Help!!"No one answered. In a city that was meant to be teeming with life on this day, there wasn't a soul to witness my undoing. The universe had emptied the streets just for this moment of perfect humiliation.The street was eerily deserted. Just me, my fierce heartbeat, and the old man beside me with his face frozen in that same stunned expression. He stood there as if time had halted, watching the thief vanish into the distance. A gray-haired statue, useless in my moment of need. His weathered face reflected shock, but what good was that to me now?I wasn't waiting. I ran.

EVELYN Every time I woke up, the first thing I did was confirm that the thousand dollars was still under my pillow before even confirming if I was alive. That's what desperation could cause. Life became secondary when survival was at stake.The rustle of the crumpled notes under my finger was the only thing grounding me some mornings. Not the sun that seeped through the old curtain, not the sound of birds, not even the breath in my lungs but that thick wad of cash. It wasn't just money. It was escape. It was a possibility. It was proof that, even if just barely, I was still in control. And that made me strangely happy. Not in the way people smile at surprises or love songs but in a quiet, lonely kind of way. The kind of happiness that tastes like relief instead of joy.It had become part of me, woven into my routine like brushing my teeth or using my deodorant twice. Some people needed coffee to feel human in the morning. I needed my thousand dollars. I needed to feel it there, right

EVELYN There was only a doctor who maybe truly saw me to have a reason for my actions. At least, I felt kind of safe with her.“You may feel light cramping for the next couple of days,” she said, her voice calm and low. “Some spotting is normal. Emotionally, people have very different responses. There’s no right or wrong way to feel about abortion. Be kind to yourself. You’ve made a choice. And whatever that means to you, it’s valid and real,” she said with a genuine smile, forming wrinkles in her eyes.She handed me a small brown paper bag with the post-procedure medications: antibiotics to prevent infection, painkillers for the cramps, and misoprostol, though I’d already taken the last dose at the clinic. She looked me in the eye when she added, “And remember, you’re not alone. If you feel overwhelmed, reach out. It doesn’t have to be today. Just whenever you need.”She turned back suddenly remembering something. “And stay away from sex for now,” she said pointing and moving her fi

DAVEThe way my own family felt like it was moving through a fog I couldn’t step into had been driving me crazy. It was as if everyone was whispering behind glass, and I was just outside like an abandoned child watching from afar. I didn’t even know what was going on anymore. Was I still part of this family or had I become some stranger orbiting around their lives? The distance between us had grown so vast that sometimes I wondered if we were even connected by anything more than memory and forceful obligation.Evie’s silence had burnt the most. Not just because she was the love of my life, no, that was too simple. She was my secret. My heart wrapped in soft laughter and complicated eyes. Every memory of us together now felt like a photograph slowly bleaching in the sun though still visible, but fading more each day I didn’t hear her voice.There had been no good way to say it. It was a wound I couldn’t show to anyone. How did I explain that someone had become both my greatest joy and

EVELYN Nothing but silence.A silence that has now transformed me into a ghost. Not the weird kind that floats through walls or moves with chains, but the kind that paces the hallways of her room unseen. I couldn't remember the last time I heard my voice bounce off these walls. It was almost like I gave up the right to speak.And the worst part? I hated that I had shut my parents out. I’ve built this wall between us so thick that even their love couldn't seep through. I know they are trying. Dad knocked the other night, with Mom’s soft tone speaking underneath. I knew they were just scared. Scared that I’d hurt myself. Scared they already lost me. I stayed quiet, not because I didn’t want to open the door, but because I couldn’t bear the look in their eyes if I did.Stealing was the unforgivable sin in this house. You can fail your exams, waste food, or do worse, but those things passed. But stealing? It never fades. I needed not to be told I hurt them and shattered something we may