Chasing Her Back
"I know where your pockets go, Abigail. How old are you? You're only eighteen, and you want to get into a relationship?! You want to get pregnant in no time, aren't you?"
I snorted at my Auntie's words. "You're terrible, Aunt Anne. If I have a lame excuses, then you have a lame words to say that to me. Wanting a relationship is equivalent in getting pregnant right away? But Candy's on the other hand, she's not pregnant yet?" I still reason out.
I saw how my Aunt scratch her forehead. She gave me a bad look and sat in the seat opposite me. I immediately handed her a drink. Her high blood might attack her in no time because of me. I felt a little guilty but also quickly sniffled.