A stranger

"Scarlet's point of view,"

Samuel Oscar left me alone in the hotel room. My body no longer has the strength to allow me to cover my body. I moved my foot to the bed's edge to grab a sheet to cover my body. After a sleepless night of crying, I woke up with dry eyes. 

He penalized me for an error that I didn't make intentionally. He said he didn't want to see my nasty face ever again. I won't ever see him again. The way he tortured me the entire night made it crystal clear to me that, after that, the man does not have a heart in his chest. 

I took up the check that was lying beside me and examined the amount that had been written on it. This sum is significantly greater than what Clara had promised me. With this much money, I could easily treat my mom. 

I mustered what little strength I had and checked out of the motel, heading straight for the hospital. 

My mother's heart operation went well. 

As time passed more quickly, I forgot about the incident involving Mr. Oscar. Clara and I had our final talk in the hotel bathroom, and neither of us sought to get in touch with the other one after that. 

"I need medicine for your mom right away, Scarlett." The nurse handed me the prescription and stated, 

"Okay, I'll get these medications over right now." I stood up and moved in the pharmacy's direction. 

I felt as though I could not maintain the weight of my body and would tumble to the ground as I made my way slowly toward the pharmacy. 

In front of my eyes, darkness had already swollen. I am fully aware of why my body is changing in this way. However, I don't want to have this child. But I can not bring myself to kill an unborn child. After all, what transpired that night resulted from a simple misunderstanding; how can this child be held responsible for that? I was finding it increasingly difficult to support the weight of my body at this point. 

"Are you OK?" When I was about to hit the ground, a woman caught me in her arms and prevented me from hitting the ground. 

"Thank you; yeah, I am alright." I instantly released my body from her grasp and attempted to keep my body's equilibrium. 

"I believe you ought to rest." The lady showed the nearby bench with her finger. 

After listening to her, I went over to the bench and sat with her. 

"Are you worried about anything?" The woman looked directly at my face and asked a question. 

"What?" 

However, how did she learn about my problem? 

The expressions on my silly face are always a dead giveaway to my inner state of mind. 

I don't even know that woman, so should I tell her the source of my issue? With the help of my questions, I was attempting to find out whether the woman before me was worthy of my trust. Should I inform this woman about my internal conflict since I haven't yet informed anyone about my pregnancy? 

"You can put your trust in me—sharing our hearts with strangers is frequently extremely simple for us." After I heard that woman, my mind finally stopped racing with questions. 

She is 100% correct; it is so simple to open yourself to a total stranger. It will be difficult for this woman to judge me because she knows nothing about me. 

"I am pregnant."  I inhaled deeply and explained my situation to her. 

"Why are you upset, then? Being a mother brings a lady the greatest delight." She set her calculating eyes on my face. 

How do I break it to her? I didn't have this kid out of love but out of resentment and misunderstanding. 

"I don't want to have this child because I want to forget that night like a horrible dream, but this child will always make me think of that night." I murmured as I wiped tears from my eyes. 

I wondered as I listened to her: "Why don't you marry the father of this child?" 

The marriage to Samuel Oscar... what is she saying? 

"No, it can't take place. I can't strain my mind any further by considering this absurd idea." 

"Why isn't this possible? 

Since the birth of this child is the consequence of your combined efforts, you must each take on some of the responsibility for this kid's upbringing." She turned her attention from my face to my stomach. 

"You are incorrect in your assumption; neither the child's father nor I am in a romantic relationship with one another. Everything that transpired between us that night was simply the result of resentment. No, we can't get married." I rejected her suggestion bluntly. 

"But would you remain adamant if the child's father made a marriage proposal to you?"

Why does her voice sound so confident all of a sudden? 

Does she know who the child's father is?

No, it won't happen because I have never mentioned Samuel Oscar in front of her. Samuel informed me he doesn't want to see my face again at any cost, so I don't want to reveal that this child is his. 

"Why don't you speak? 

Answer my question: Would you still withhold giving birth to this child if the child's father will marry you and take on the child's care?" She was expecting my response. 

"What gives you such confidence to assert this?" My mind was whirling as I stared blankly at her. 

"You let me handle all of that, but are you willing to have this child if the father agrees to marry you?" She asked the same thing once more. 

"I don't know; I imagined nothing like this because it was impossible for both of us to be married. And I don't want a loveless marriage." I muttered while fidgeting. 

"Scarlett, you will undoubtedly give birth to this child because I am determined to bring this child into the world at any cost." She left me sitting alone after telling me her decision in a stern voice. 

After hearing her, I could only think of one thing: was the woman, to whom I had revealed my entire predicament under the guise of a stranger, actually a stranger at all, or did she already know everything there was to know about me and Samuel? 

Did she come to me for any reason? Only that woman can provide the answers to my inquiries, but since I don't know who she is or where she comes from, I don't want to think about it excessively right now. 

I returned to my mother's room after purchasing medication for her at the pharmacy.