ON THE RUN

Chapter 3 – On The Run

“Don’t do it, Rose Sinclair!” Sandra boldly prompted, but I had no other choice than to do it. 

“Take her out of here,” Angela Lopez ordered for my friend to be taken out. Our plan earlier was to meet Damien Anderson and not his mother. It looked like she was more wicked than her son. She treated us like unwanted branches of a sick tree. 

“Let her go!” with an untraceable sharpness, I signed the document, “I signed it, just leave her alone!” I cried, but it seems my words hit on deaf ears as the fat guy dragged her outside. 

“With the same effort, I dragged this lady into the car. We are going to the hospital to get this pregnancy aborted!” Angela commanded the fat man again. He worked like a robot as he had no pity for me. 

“Damien Anderson,” I called, he gave me his back as I got closer to the door, “is this what it's supposed to be?” The man dragged me into a car. Sandra was not nowhere to be found on the compound, maybe they sent her back to school.

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“Do you really want to do this?” the doctor asked after taking a scan and had examined the results thoroughly.

As I lay down prostrate with my legs open waiting for the abortion to take place, I could only imagine how it would feel. How those thongs would cut through me and bring out an innocent baby in the form of a blood clot. 

Tears strolled down again, “if I do this, I won’t be able to give birth again. The accident I had years back affected my reproductive system, but I have no other choice.” I whispered to the doctor.

He dropped his tool and pulled a chair to sit beside me, “do you know you are carrying two babies in there? Twins!  I mean,” he raised the scan results into the light.

I was miraculously bearing two innocent lives within me! I have to stop this abortion no matter what happens. No matter what it would take from me, if my kids don’t get a father, at least they would have a responsible mother. 

“Please let’s have a deal,” I proposed and sat up energetically, “stop the abortion. Make it seem like I have done, fake some documents.”

He smirked with one side of his mouth and stood up, walking up and down. Then, holding his chin, one finger crossed his lip. He was processing my proposal as to accept or not, “Alright, I have a fetus, but will you pay me? to keep everything between us?” he sat down again as he looked desperately at my handbag right on the table beside me. 

“Sure! Sure!” I picked up my bag and towed out the dirty money they gave me, the bribe they thought they lured me with to get the baby outta my belly, “I have this money…” he swiftly took it and gave me half of it. He was weird, he acted strange and signed other documents, then gave me some drugs so I could get dazed. 

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After everything, I decided not to go back to school as they still pursued me. I didn’t know what they wanted from me again. The half of the money I had on me was enough to take me back to Canada. I reached for my picked my phone and called Sandra, 

“Where have you been!? I have been calling you but it wasn't reachable!” she exclaimed on the other side of the phone right after the first peep. 

“Bring me my passport, please. I will text you my location.” I said and cut the call, then texted her with my location.

In less than twenty minutes she came, “I don’t have time to explain things. My life is in danger now.”

“Tell me something, what is going on? What do they want from you again?” she sorrowfully asked, trying to protect but she was so soft to face what was coming. 

“Look, I have your number.  Will call you and tell you everything when I am safe, don’t tell anyone about this, please.” I cried and hopped into a taxi which was standing right beside the road. 

Looking in the mirror, I saw Sandra sitting on the floor and crying but there was nothing I could do to help her.  

I needed to run away for my life! “I am not seeing this devil again! No matter what happens” I promised myself, “Love has been cruel to me just for my first try?” I asked no one but myself as I sighed and rested in the airplane which was about to fly to Canada.

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“Where do you think you are going to go?”

Damien Anderson came asking and grabbed my hand and began to pull me out of the plane. The doors opened, and he tried to throw me out.

“Let me go! I sacrificed my life, my education, and my life just with a snub of my fingers!” I pleaded.

He kept pulling me, “You still have the baby in your womb, let’s have it aborted!” his face began 

To change into something else as I was about to scream, I felt some taps on my shoulder.

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“We have landed, Miss,” the air hostess dressed in white and black woke me up. It was a dream! I gave out a deep sigh and got up from my seat. 

“Thank you, I had a horrible nightmare,” I explained as I walked off the plane. I looked left and right, the plane was empty. It was just me and the lady who whacked me out of my dream. 

I knew wholly that my father would kick me out when I get there but needed to give it a try. I wished my mother was alive. She would at least let me stay after scolding me. 

When I reached home, my father was resting in his armchair as usual. He was thirty-eight years old and a military man. She sat me down and started asking me questions as usual. Having answered fairly not keeping the pregnancy from him, he threw me out and locked his door. 

“Listen, until you know who the father of the baby is, I will allow in!” he roared at the back of the door. It was raining profusely, like a thunderstorm tremendously. 

I had lied about who was responsible for the pregnancy and put myself in another shitty trouble I could have been free from, “Dad, forgive me. I can’t remember who exactly did this to me. I am dying out here, please.”  Begged, but he was hard as a solid rock. He wouldn’t forgive me that easily.

“I loved you and you know. I have tried to give you the best since your mother died. I gave up my work to protect you and this is what…what…I gain?” he also cried, even when my mother died, he didn’t waste a single drop of tear, “go away from me.” he warned. 

I left the window and left. I felt that he was not going to let me in any sooner. So I had to find a place to stay for the night.

 At the same time, I felt like taking my life. Maybe ending it would make me better. I ran through the reserved wood which lay a few meters at the back of our wooden house with a rope I had picked from our storage room. “Don’t do it!” “Do it” my instincts contemplated and debated with my conscience as I ran through the woods, hovering on wet-dried leaves.