Chapter 6

Danielle's POV

I pretended like I heard nothing but pretending was hard. Her words were true. She called the man Jack, I didn't even get his name.

Isabelle left me when Davis entered the class. That was a relief. Isabelle and Davis kept hugging each other, his hands resting on her hips. He used to hold me that way once upon a time.

I didn't make any eye contact with him. It was enough that I was going through emotional damage. Touching a healing scar would make it bleed.

I tried not to think about Davis and his new girlfriend, they were the talk of the school and I am painted as the loser. I took my music book from my locker.

"Bitch!" I was startled by Clara's taunting voice. "Why did you do that? You scared me, Clara. I didn't see you in economics class. Where were you?"

"I promised that we would see the movies today. I had to make preparations. I don't want you dragging your... "

"D, you sound great. I love the way you are holding up."

"Clara, don't change the topic. Why weren't you in class Clara? I cocked a tawny brow and fisted my hands on my hips.

"I hear people are making rumors about how Davis dumped you because you were a bad person to him. You shouldn't listen to any of those."

"Duh, who cares. I am running my days as smoothly as possible."

*******

I read through my chat with Davis when I was alone at home. I kept shaking my head. We promised each other a lot of things, and a lot of plans were left undone.

I vision my kids with him…Where did it go wrong? Phew. I glanced over to the mirror standing opposite me. My red hair flew around my shoulders and my green eyes brightened my face. A lot is left to do and I have to start now.

It's hard to live without parents. Over the years, I have practically learned to live on my own. I have seen people assume power and wealth. They are all Spiderman as Clara would say.

*

A week later, I fell ill. A very rare occasion. Clara would always come to see me at home, I've not been able to step out in two days.

Gramps said it was due to all I have been through, shit about losing this and that. All of which I could only blame on him. He gave me several drugs but neither of them worked

"Are you feeling any better now?" Gramps asked me with a tea tray in his hands as he entered my room. I made sure to cover my whole body with the duvet. Although it was a bright and beautiful day, I was catching a cold.

"I don't know Pa. I am just here. Perhaps I should visit the hospital. I don't think we know what is wrong with me exactly."

"You are just depressed. That is all that can be wrong with you."

That was a lie, he just didn't have enough money to send me to the hospital. I reached down under my bed and brought out my savings box. The steel rectangular box has been saving my ass over the years. Pa hardly had any money to give so I had to work online to earn some money.

He shuffled through my closet and brought out my teddy bear, the only you I had since I was a child. Pa told me my father gave it to me when I was born.

I hugged it tight, it was warm. "Pa, I need to go to the hospital. I still have this and it should do something at least. I'm tired of just staying here and not getting any better.

I wish Clara was around. She has a better way of dealing with things that involve Pa.

"I brought you steaks," Clara's voice sounded from the door. She came just in the nick of time. That was exactly what I wanted or needed.

"What took you so long. Why didn't you tell me you were already on your way here? Bitch."

"I was dealing with a bitch on the road but I had to rush down here so that I wouldn't waste your time. I also have one medicine that is suitable for your condition.

Pa left, leaving just Clara and me in the room. When Clara saw that Gramps was gone, she brought out a little substance from her bag and handed it to me.

"What do I have to do with this?" I asked her furiously.

"It's called PT, Pregnancy test strips."

I laughed. I laughed hard. "Why would you think of getting a PT test done on me? What makes you think I need a PT test?"

"You have used almost all the drugs in the continent and with the way you're feeling, I feel like you should just try using the test."

"Okay. How am I going to use it? Am I swallowing it too?"

Clara laughed although I do not know why she was laughing. "Silly. It's a urine test. Let's make this very quick."

She helped me to the bathroom and made me do some things with my urine. It was nothing in particular but it was all looking like magic. One thing is that she knew what she was doing.

I wasn't surprised. Clara is a ghetto file and she doesn't care about anything apart from herself and her family, and me of course.

She dipped the strip in my urine and laid it flat on a flat surface in my bathroom. It was all looking like magic until she called me with a loud hectic voice.

I turned to her and faced her. Her facial expression made me dissolve into laughter. "Why the long face and why did you shout my name like that when I am right beside you?" I giggled.

Clara's expression didn't change. She was serious. What happened? She kept on checking the strip, exchanging glances between the strip and me.

"What is it? Why are you like this? You are scaring me. Tell me what is wrong.

Clara swallowed. "D…you're…you're pregnant."

At first, it sounded funny and impossible until I remembered that night with the stranger. How do I explain?