This time I was leaving with my unborn child for real with no thoughts of coming back again.
Tears fell from my eyes and more fresh tears took their place glazing my eyes again and again as the incidents of that day kept playing in front of my eyes. I kept looking at the rising sun. The more bright rays of sun spread in the dark sky, more and more thoughts came running back to me. It's been five months since I left his house and him and everything behind. The wounds on my broken heart were still fresh if It still feels like everything just happened yesterday. Getting out of his house and his life was so hard for me. He didn't let me go easily but I chose to leave and nothing could have stopped me, not even me. It was not an easy decision but I had to make this decision for me, for my baby to start new. A life without everyone whom I loved.
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Like every day, he was waiting for me to come out. I just kept looking in the distance as he kept staring at me. He has been doing it since the day I came here. As soon as I left his house he followed me here. Keeping a safe distance from my taxi as if I wouldn't recognize his car. He kept following me. I purposely made the taxi driver take unwanted and sudden turns to lose him but he followed me to the end. He tried to persuade me to go back with him but I refused to even see his face and Miss. Bankers conveyed my message to him. So he chooses this method. He comes every day here and waits outside of the foundation house for me to come on the balcony. He doesn't leave until he sees me with his own eyes. In the starting months, I didn't come out of my room until morning and I used to find him standing across the road
"Nina your dad" Only listening to those words spared a very bad feeling through my whole body. "What happens to him," I asked him in my inpatient's voice as my eyes closed more in worry. What happened to him? He was all good but a little sad when I told him to leave. What happens to him suddenly? All the bad thoughts came running to my brain, making the situation even worse. I was already feeling guilty for not talking to him properly and asking him to go away and now my guild and worry have reached the sky. God, please let him be good. I was still looking at Jack with my worried and tear-filled eyes. His face twitched; he was fighting to say the next words as his light brown eyes moved all over my face. "Nina stop panicking," he said in his sof
For once listen to me. With a heavy heart, I slowly slipped my hands away from my chest where my heart was wildly beating. With shaky hands, I moved my hands toward the doorknob. I didn't even dare to look at him from the glass of the door. I just kept looking down at the knob where my handshake more and more as I thought about my dad's condition. Jack kept supporting my weak frame as I kept moving slowly with glassy eyes and shaky hands unlocking the door. I pushed it a little and opened it in slow motion. I still kept looking at the motion of the slow opening door. I took a deep breath and braced myself to look at the lying figure of my father in the hospital bed. I slowly lifted my eyes and more tears spilt out of them making me more weak and vulnerable than I was feeling. As soon as my glassy eyes fell on my dad's
The place where I vowed to never return. I looked all over the familiar room. I rubbed my eyes to make sleep go away completely to see if the things I was seeing in front of my eyes were true or my delusions. But even after the sleep completely vanished from my eyes I was still present in the same room. The scenario in front of my eyes remained unchanged. I looked around the room this time with a clear vision. It's still the same as when I left it. As if no one was staying here until last night. I should get out of here as soon as possible. I can't stay here anymore, not even a second more. His scent lingers in this room and it was making things hard for me. I don't even know how I came here in the first place. I remember sleeping on the hospital couch and now I'm here in a place I never wanted to return to. Hospital!
What the hell he is doing here. All my thoughts of getting little rest vanished in a split of seconds as soon as I saw his smirking face. "What the hell are you doing here," I asked in my angry voice as I saw how his smirk widened as he saw me standing in front of the door of the room. "What do you mean what I'm doing here?" He asked while folding his hands around his chest while leaning on the door frame. "What are you doing in this room at this hour," I asked in my irritated voice as he was trying to swirl the words to make me angrier. "Oh! you already met him," said Miss Bankers as she came up with a pitcher full o
What kind of dream I'm dreaming of. This thought didn't even last in my mind for a second more as exhaustion took over me making me close my heavy eyes again pushing me more into my sleep. I felt those soft lips like a feather moving from my lips to my cheeks and then those lips were pressed on my forehead as his hands caressed my swollen tummy in a manner that made me feel relaxed and calm-like everything will be fine. This hard time is just a phase and it will be over soon. I exhaled deeply as a sense of relief took over which I failed to feel in the past five months. The next day I slowly opened my eyes when bright sun rays slipped from half-open curtains and fell on me. I looked at the bright blue morning sky. A cold morning breeze came rushing in to say good morning to me. I exhaled deeply with a faint smile on m
Why is he making everything so difficult for me? Jack's hurt face flashed in front of me, making me cry even more. Slapping him was the right thing I did. I didn't let him take advantage of me and showed him that he should keep his distance as I demanded on the day I left his house. I stopped myself from ruining myself again. I did everything right. Even though I did the right thing my heart hurt more. Why do I feel like this? Why is the hurt look in his eyes making my heart pain like someone squeezed it hard almost taking the life out of me? Why in just a split of seconds everything feels so wrong. I kept crying until I felt a little calm. I didn't know until I stood there still sobbing thinking about everything. The peace I was feeling a few moments
"Nian I'm mad--"but before he could continue we heard Miss. Bankers' voice made him lose his grip on my waist. "Nina your dad woke up" Hearing those words I immediately looked in the direction of the voice. Miss. Bankers were standing at the door with a cordless landline in her hand and a happy smile on her face. I got out of Jack's hold as he let me go without any protest. I found myself walking with eager steps toward Miss. Bankers. "What did you say," I asked her to repeat as I couldn't believe what she said a second ago. Did I hear right? "Mrs Miller called me as you both were not picking up your cell phone.