Pregnancy

Electra POV

"I'm your daughter! Why are you sending me away to a place where I'm not wanted?" I asked, my voice shaking with hurt and anger.

My mother, Mrs. Scofield, laughed coldly. "How is that any of my business? I told you to get out of my house and go back to your husband's house!"

I was shocked and furious. "Are you kidding me?! I'm divorced! How can I go back to my ex-husband?" I yelled at the top of my lungs.

My mother's face was hard and uncaring. "I don't care if you're divorced or not. You're a fool for not knowing how to keep your marriage. No place is perfect, we're all just managing each other," she said, her words cutting deep into my heart.

I felt a lump form in my throat as tears pricked at the corners of my eyes. I was hurt and angry, but also felt a deep sadness. My own mother didn't care about my well-being or happiness. She just wanted to get rid of me.

My father tried to intervene, "Calm down dear, you know-" but my mother cut him off, her voice stern and firm.

"No, Scofield, this is my daughter and I will talk to her. If i leaves your home while I was young, would she still call you a father? You've been spoiling her and making her think everything she does is right. But I won't keep quiet anymore. She needs to go back to her husband and work things out," my mother said, pointing towards the door.

My father tried to reason with her, "You have to calm down dear. She's our daughter and needs our protection." But my mother was adamant, her voice rising in anger.

"Over my dead body will my married daughter come back to my house!" she shouted, her words echoing through the room.

The tension was palpable, and I felt caught in the middle, unsure of what to do. My mother's harsh words stung, and I felt a deep sadness and hurt.

I stood up to my mother, my voice firm. "If you're not comfortable with me being here, then maybe you should leave and go back to your father's house. Don't you have a father, this is my father house?"

My mother's face turned red with anger, her voice loud and harsh. "Get out of my house, you ungrateful child! You're trying to ruin the reputation I've built with your father. You took my money and everything, and then you married that man after only two weeks. And now you want to come back to my house?"

I pleaded with her, tears in my eyes. "Mum, I didn't mean to hurt you. I was just trying to help him. He needed me, and I thought it was the right thing to do."

But my mother was unforgiving. "You need to go back to your husband and work on your marriage. Get out of my house, now!" she screamed, her words piercing the air...

I was left with no option, I tried to look at my father, but I realised he couldn't say anything. I know my father very well, he will never stand up to my mother when she's angry. Her voice is always up..

"You're not the only child I have, I wouldn't let you ruin my life. Go back to the man you dedicated your life to" She said pointing towards the exit.

I knew my words would fall on deaf ears, my mother's anger and disappointment palpable. I had made a grave mistake, and I couldn't blame her for her outrage. I had been foolish to run away and marry a man I barely knew, causing my family so much trouble.

Tears streaming down my face, I turned to leave, but my mother's voice stopped me. "Take your bags," she said, her tone firm but detached. "I paid the maids, they don't work for you, so I refuse to let you order them around."

Kath, our maid, stood frozen, holding my bags, her eyes sympathetic. I felt a pang of shame and regret, knowing I had let everyone down. I slowly walked back, took the bags from Kath, and without a word, left the house, feeling the weight of my mistakes bearing down on me.

I stepped out of the taxi and into the hotel lobby, my eyes scanning the area for a place to rest my head. I approached the reception desk, exhausted and frustrated. After attempting to use my ATM card, the receptionist delivered the devastating news: "Ma, I think your card has been blocked. Do you have another one?"

I felt a surge of anger and disbelief. "That idiot! How could he block my card? We share the same account, and I have access to the money too!" I muttered to myself, biting my lower lip in frustration. I pulled out my phone and dialed his number, but it rang unanswered. I tried again and again, but he refused to pick up.

The receptionist's sympathetic gaze only added to my embarrassment. I felt stranded and helpless, with no access to cash or a working card. The weight of my mistakes and my mother's harsh words bore down on me, and I fought back tears of despair.

I slammed my fist on the counter, frustration and fear coursing through my veins. "That asshole, what did he take me for?" I exclaimed, my words echoing off the hotel lobby walls.

I apologized to the receptionist, grabbed my bags, and stormed out of the hotel, feeling desperate and alone. I had no one to turn to, having burned bridges with my friends by ignoring their warnings about Knoxville's shady character.

In a last-ditch effort, I dialed my best friend's number, hoping she might sympathize with my plight. But her response was icy and hurtful. "Please don't call me. I'm happily married now, and you insulted me by ignoring my advice. You didn't even attend my wedding. I don't want to see your number on my phone again. Try calling Helena, she was the one who thought Knoxville was perfect for you," she said, her words dripping with disdain before she hung up on me.

The rejection stung, and I felt tears prick at the corners of my eyes. I was truly alone, with no one to turn to in my time of need. The harsh reality hit me like a ton of bricks: I had made a grave mistake, and now I was paying the price.

I I felt like I'd made a huge mistake and decided to confront Knoxville about it. But then I received a message from the hospital, reminding me that I had to go back for my test results. I had forgotten because I left in a hurry the day before.

As I opened the message, my heart sank. The news only added to my troubles: "You're pregnant." I couldn't believe it. How could this be happening now, of all times? I felt overwhelmed and unsure of what to do next.