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“Robin, I’m sorry,” Lana whispered, negotiating the obstacle of the seatbelt and turning towards me in the back seat. I ignored her gaze, letting the whooshing wind lash at my skin as I stuck my neck out the window. It was a welcoming feeling. The ride home was somewhat quiet; Lana’s voice piercing through the soft purr of the engine every so often to apologise, but I wasn’t going to do this in the car with Mike around. As we got home, I stomped off, marching up the stairs and heading to my room.“Come on Robin, I’m awfully sorry for calling Jack. I needed a hand, I thought you were going to do something crazy.”I whipped around, gazing down at her on the landing threshold. On second thoughts, we would do this in Mike’s presence. I descended the stairs, treading right towards her. “You’re sorry? Let me tell you what I’m sorry for! I’m also sorry for not having any dead parents to mourn. I’m sorry for having a perfect boyfriend with no fucked up secrets. I’m sorry your boyfriend is n

I’d spent weeks scouting for information on abortion on the internet. Its implications and after care, but I couldn’t successfully go through one without blubbering. My mind always lingering on how I could have prevented this, paid more attention to my body or cared a little more about my health. I’d let myself down. Now, I was tormented with the headache of killing a baby I hadn’t intended on creating. Mike was literally a housemate, giving Lana a hand while assisting us navigate the mess I had plunged everyone into. It was 6 p.m., Lana should’ve been back by now. I made a grab for my phone and huffed in anger at the one hundred missed calls from a familiar number. Won’t he just give up and leave me alone already? Clearly, the fifty calls every day didn’t send the message, he was hoping a hundred would. I ignored the continuous pop up of his messages and quickly shot Lana a text and tossed the phone onto the bed, before slipping into the shower.I changed into my shorts and tank top

I puffed and lay sprawled on Lana’s bed. I physically presented myself today, which was a big deal. I didn’t want to vex Amara any more than I already had.It had been a long day. I was knackered with hospital trips, dos and don’ts, countless tests and the emotional baggage of it all. I still objected to having an ultrasound, I didn’t want to develop any bond by seeing a foetus. No puppy love or sentiments to make me rescind my decision.I trudged to the kitchen after my conversation lulled with Lana, loitering near the oversized fridge and staring transfixed, trying to figure out something to drink other than water. Why couldn’t I have wine even after my resolve? I stood with my back sagged against the fridge as I took a swig of water, my new favourite beverage. Looking down, I see my phone dancing on the worktop. My mind quickly conjured images of Jack’s morose air of despondence a week ago when I was standing in this same spot, gulping down a bottle of water. His incessant calls ha

THREE MONTHS LATER…By months three, every one of my loved ones had been duly informed about the triplets—everyone… well, except the father. Lindsey and George were more than thrilled, acquiring Lana and me a five-bedroom apartment closer to Mayfair’s luxury and demanding we moved in at once. Lana objected on a scowl obviously, called them unreasonable, and stated vehemently that the babies were a whooping six months away. That said, we weren’t moving out anytime soon. We were both strongly attached to the Bexley apartment, and I doubted I wanted to move out even after having the babies. We’d just see how apartments positioning went. But for now, it was still too early to decide.“The babies need a larger place, not your coop!” Mr Betton had spat right after Lana had expressed her dissent. These two had never seen eye to eye on anything. She was her father’s daughter after all. Lindsey, on the other hand had expressed concern and apprehension. I was too young, she was worried. But I h

The heavy pelting of rain was quite unsettling, especially when it was 8 p.m. in the night and Lana hadn’t returned home. I swiped the blinds together and dialled Lana’s number again. I was growing worried. She picked up this time.“Hey, are you on your way? The rain doesn’t seem to be slowing any time soon.”“I don’t think it’s too great to drive through. I’ll just wait a while. If not, I’ll swing by Mike’s instead. It’s much closer to the department.” With the rain teeming down, it made it impossible to hear her clearly.“Robin, are you there?”“I’m here Lana, I could barely hear you.”“I was asking if you’ll be okay alone?”“I’ll. I’m just worried about you.”“Don’t be, I’m fine. Please don’t over exert yourself.”“I’ll try not to. Be safe. I love you.” I hung up and moved towards the window, the whooshing breeze mingling with the sound of pounding rain creating an eerie feeling in my room. I swathed myself in a blanket cloak and headed downstairs to the fireplace. I heard a loud b