I finished my meal and Markus was still on his phone.
To be honest, it wasn’t like I was expecting anything from him. Still, there was some small part of me who was waiting for him to offer some sort of help. It wasn’t like I would be draining his wallet or wherever he puts his money on, but I didn’t expect that the man would just ask how it happened and had me tell him the options.
Grabbing the napkin roughly from the table, I wipe my face and stand up.
Only I didn’t get that far because quick as lightning, he had grabbed my wrist. His eyes were still on his phone that’s why I had no idea why he would prevent me from leaving. We weren’t solving anything. I thought for sure I would come up with a decision right here and now. Especially if he
It wasn’t a surprise.When I had found out I was pregnant, during the times when I was drying my tears, I scrolled through baby stuff on my shopping app. It was a big joke, how small outfits cost much more than the actual outfits that I did have. Not to mention the expenses when it came to their food, things they need once they grow up?When someone has a child, I’m sure they’re preparing on having their money plunged down the drain.Markus holds his chin, his eyes looking up the ceiling. He looked like he was in deep thought. Unlike Keira, I don’t know much about Markus just yet. Even though he is technically the father of the thing inside of my belly. I couldn’t quite read it if I should rejoice because he’s using the probably pea-sized org
An older version of Markus both female and male versions are looking at me with wide eyes.They were both wearing clothes that looked as old as the day that I had been born. Clothes whose colors are now light, probably because it had been washed for who knows how many times already. They were behind a desk that is positioned like a huge L. The older male version of Markus was on the other end, holding a cup of coffee, and was just about to drink it if we haven’t entered. Meanwhile, on the other end of the desk was the older female version of Markus, she was perching cat eyeglasses up her nose, her ear pressed to a telephone.“Son,” The older male version of Markus who I’m assuming is his father asked. “Not that I’m happy you visited, but why are you here?”
It might have been the phone his mother was holding that was thrown first.I’m not entirely sure.All I know was that there was a blur of items that had been thrown directed at Markus’s side. All coming from his mother who was shouting profanities at him using a language I didn’t understand. It was a thick accent and I wonder why I haven’t realized it before when she had been talking to us.Slowly, I scoot my chair to the farthest side away from him.“Y-you?!” His mother screeched, grabbing something – a notebook – towards his direction again. Markus had gone from an adult man into a toddler because he hid behind the chair, peeking his head every now and then, checking
Maria approached me hesitantly, her hand falling on my shoulder.“Don’t say that, dear.” She whispers low enough so only I could hear. “A child is never a mistake. Be careful how you speak, the child can hear you.”I shake my head, “No, it can’t. I’m barely five weeks. As of the moment, it’s really just a clump of cells.”I know, I’ve searched it.Like she didn’t even hear me, she suddenly grabbed the seat that her son was seating at moments ago. She positioned it in a way that it was now facing me and sat down. Maria leans down her elbows on my knees, and started scrolling through her phone. Everything was so awkward that I only managed to suck
The calendar stared at me with disdain.I could feel the panic slowly rising within me and I closed my eyes trying to push it away. But to no avail, I started thinking, and that’s always when the trouble begins.Moments ago, after I brisk walked my way from the restaurant all the way back here in my apartment, I decided to update my calendar. Much like my pink binder full of coupons and vouchers, my calendar is always updated and scheduled to a tee.The past few months were colored and had different shades of circles. Not to mention my social events seemed to have taken most of my time, especially during weekends in my shifts at Ardere. There was that time I had drinks with Keira and Holly Trinity when she wasn’t being a bitch. There was also a time I atten
The money I have left isn’t much, but it’s something.Still, it’s a lot less than what I usually had. I’ve been skipping too much work and luckily, I paid my tuition in advance. The rent’s coming soon, and I was forcing myself not to think about it because I wasn’t really in a position to stress myself out right now. The money’s only enough for Mexi and me, I can’t add another life form in t
He closed his eyes, letting his head fall on the steering wheel.I could hear him murmuring something under his breath and knowing Markus, I could tell it was probably calculations about how much he could lessen from the contract I wanted him to sign. He was torn about this, that I could tell. It was like he wanted to disregard the contract I made but knew that the virtues of his clan were something that he couldn’t break. It wasn’t like I
“What is that?” I ignored his question and started placing some of my clothes inside one of the boxes I stole from the Dollar Pantry’s dumpster. They were perfectly pretty boxes and weren’t even soggy. They could be moving boxes, and no one would know any better. It didn’t even look like it was stolen.