6—Deardre.

England (Deadre)

In a medium sized room with pink walls, a queen sized bed, a large plasma TV, a wardrobe and other furnitures too numerous to mention, there stood Deardre in the middle of the room pacing back and forth.  

She had her hair styled into two loose ponytails. Her lips were chap and her face was pale from worrying and thinking too much. Ever since she was a little girl, she'd been attached to her parents. They'd never let her out of their sight except she was to go to vacation camps, prom night, holidays at a family members place, sleep overs at Martina's house and so on. So much changed after she turned twenty and since then the only thing that changed much was the fact that she got pregnant and her parents weren't by her side. It made her feel sick and sad that she kept on pacing about, trying to come to a decision if she wanted to speak with them or not since it's been a week since she contacted them. After that day at the hospital where her parents literally left her stranded, Deardre had being home sick.

Finally, she made up her mind and decided to call her mom. Her mom was an easy person to talk to unlike her dad. She had gotten her height, slender legs and hair from her mom while she took that of her father's blue eyes, thin lips and hooked nose. 

Deardre didn't need a soothsayer to tell her that she looked like the  feminine copy of her father and it was something she wasn't willing to deny too. After all, her father's blood runs through her veins. The two things she wished not to exhibit from him was his short height and his rigid heart. It was the opposite of her mom's ever soft loving heart.

Her mother's line ringed till it stopped. She dialed it again and again, yet her mother didn't receive the call. She sighed, flung her phone on the bed she shares with Martina and stood up. She walked up to the mirror facing the bed and stared at her reflection. She was beginning to see noticeable signs that her pregnancy was well on the way. Her bloated pale face, her swollen legs, heavy nails and slightly protruding stomach were enough signs for one to know that she was expecting a child.

Deardre's cheeks strained into a smile as she thought of her holding her baby. She couldn't wait to hear the baby's cry but even that, she had few months more to go. She couldn't wait for months to pass by so she'd feel the warmth of her baby's small hand holding her thumb. There were lots of things she couldn't wait for when it concerned the little creature in her womb and another was she couldn't wait to see the baby's smile.

"I know I keep saying this, but you're going to be beautiful or handsome just like your parents," she said while patting her little protruding tummy gently, "And don't you worry. Daddy might've left but mommy will be by your side no matter what."

Going back to the bed to sit, Deadre dialled her mother's line again and even sent her a couple of messages apologizing for not being the perfect daughter they ever wanted but she wanted them to know that she was still who they raised and didn't deserve to be avoided just because of a slight misunderstanding.

'I can't get rid of little Jordan or little Deardre that's in my womb because this baby is a part of me. If you love me like you have always claimed, you'll accept this baby for my sake and for the sake of the love you have for me please... This is the time I need your love and support the most.' She texted her father and forwarded the text to her mom.

Few minutes past, and there was no reply from them. Feeling angry and emotional that her parents could abandon her this way, Deadre's eyes began to well up with tears.

Sobbing silently and muttering to herself, she was oblivious to the fact that her friend Martina was already back and was standing at the door staring at her with pity.

"What's the matter love?" Martina asked as she moved to sit on the bed with Deardre.

They've been best friends since high school. Deadre had always confided in Martina, the nerdy teenage girl she had met in grade 3 and ever since then they became so tight that no bond could break them.

Martina was a twenty-five year old nurse who was a black American lady of average height, full lips, curly hair and natural curvy figure. A beautiful lady and trusting friend, Deadre always confided in her and it did not come off as a surprise when she wholeheartedly accepted Deadre to come live with her for the time being even if she owned just a room and they had to share a bed. Martina was everything anyone could ask for.

"I'm tired!" exclaimed Deadre, flinging her hands up and down to express and indicate how tired she was.

"What? Tired of what exactly?" Martina creased her brow.

"Of everything, Mattie. My parents don't speak my call. They still mad that I don't call them and it just makes me feel abandoned." Deardre explained.

"Don't say a thing like that babe, you know you have to be strong for yourself and your baby," said Martina as she bent down to take off her work heels as her feets were already aching. She would get her foot massaged later in the day. Right now, her friend needed someone to talk to and she was avalaible for just that.

"You wouldn't know the half of it," Deaadre lamented as she continued "My parents don't answer my calls, I'm jobless, homeless and lonely. I can't even begin to fathom how my parents could do this to me," She wailed as fresh tears began pouring out of her eyes.

Martina who was already undressing and had already put on a pair of jumpsuit stood by her wardrobe and looked at her friend, "Dee, all will be well. Your parents love you and I'm sure they haven't abandoned you. They can't do that to their only child yunno especially not when you're in this condition. They might be in a difficult situation as you, trying to come to the terms that their daughter is pregnant out of wedlock, she's not married and the guy responsible for it is no where to be found. So don't panic, just give them time, and stop this talk about you being alone. You know, I'm always here for you, okay love."

Deadre sniffed and reached out to pick a pair of face wipes from her bedside. She wiped her face, dropped the used wipe on the floor and then drew Martina closer to her. They hugged and stayed like that. Martina kept drawing circles on Deardre's back hoping it would assure her that she was here for her.

They didn't know how long they'd been in that hugging position until they were distracted by Deardre's phone ringing.

Deardre checked whom the dialer was, behold it was her mother returning her calls. She gave Martina a look as if to ask permission before receiving the dialer. Martina gave a curt nod urging her to and she did.

"H-hello?" Deardre's voice quivered.

Instead of her mother's voice to come from the other end, she heard that of her father's, "Come home, my love. I have missed you."