5: I got murder on my mind

We have to get used to the idea that at the most crossroads in our life there are no signs- Ernest Hemingway.

The incessant sound of beeping is what I wake up to. I have no idea what it is but it's really disturbing and making me irritated. This is not home, because normally, my apartment is so silent. The disgusting smell of disinfectant fills my nostrils and I can guess that I am in a hospital.

I slowly open my eyes and the brightness of the room tries to burns my lenses, I am tempted to fall back asleep. I look around, the beeping sound is coming from a machine that is propped against the wall. Some rubber tube things are connected from the machine to my hand.

I can't remember how I got here. I was having a head-splitting headache and...? I met the villainous Caleb and...? I can't remember at the moment, my head fuzzy.

I look around the room, sounds were faintly emanating from a small flat screen TV in the room which was hanging from the ceiling. There was a Spanish Telenovela playing on it with the volume low, English subtitles at the bottom. Now, this room looks like it cost some money and I can't imagine myself paying for it. So, who the hell put me here?

"You are awake darling", a voice hoarse out.

I shriek a little, averting my eyes from the Tv to see my mother. My mouth goes wide open. Who called her here? She was sitting in a small couch in the room, looking so drained. And it was me, causing her all that unwanted pain.

She hurried towards my bedside, stroking my hands with love in her eyes.

"Hi mom", I respectful greet.

"Hey Fel", she responds with a small laugh.

I smile back. "So this will be weird but what are you doing here? Why am I here?" I fired quick rapid questions.

"Ok, yesterday, one Caleb called", she replies, looking incredibly uncomfortable. "He told me you were in a bad place as you fainted. I had to rush over to see you here. Such a good man".

"I fainted?" I asks incredulously. I blink a few times trying to remember what happened.I shut my eyes trying my hardest to recall what apparently led to this. I was at Sonia with Caleb, he was seriously pissing me off with his newly found arrogance and I had to leave. Oh, the commotion! The background shouts; I fainted at Sonia's. I groaned.

"Yes you did", my mom tells me. "I spoke with the doctor, apparently...?

"What?", I urged.

It was at this moment, Caleb chose to burst in looking like some anti-villain. His eyes filled with an emotion I couldn't pinpoint. He walked towards my bedside, his lips curving into a smirk.

"You are awake?" he echoes as he reached my bedside.

"Obviously", I sarcastically respond.

"Don't behave like that towards this fine young man. He is your savior", my mother lightly scolds.

I know I should be be grateful towards Caleb but it was scary seeing him again in the space of two days. I planned never to have anything to do with him again and it brought me some joy when I learnt he left the country. But it's all changing.

The door clinked open again. The man I presume to be the Doctor stepping in, carrying a file in his hands. He walks with a weird smile towards my bedside. Now, two is a crowd but three is literally a party; what the fffs are we celebrating (that was sarcasm. My palms were begining to clam up).

"Nice day Mrs Felicity. Are these your family?" he wonders.

Both nodded eagerly, waiting for some kind of announcement.

The Doctor looks at his file, premeditated of course, before continuing, "Well Felicity, as I have told them, you were just stressed. You fainted because you were stressed more than usual and that also affected the tiny life".

"Tiny life?" I croaked out confused.

The Doctor looked at me like if I should be able to make out the meaning behind his hidden clue,"the baby", he clarifies slowly.

"Oh. Ba-by!"I choked out. "What baby are we talking about here?", I ask the Doctor nervously.

"Your three weeks pregnant, Felicity", My mom provided. "Don't you know?"

Short bursts of laughter escaped my mouth. I looked at my mother as if she had just grew a second pair of head and her alter ego decided to play an elaborate prank on my ignorant self. Just for laughs to see my reaction, so I will become the next internet trending sensation. But her down-casted eyes couldn't be for a prank, there was no hidden laughs in them. I was pregnant after thinking I have prevented the worst. I thought I prevented this outcome, even after doing the home pregnancy test, I took different pregnancy prevention drugs to be better safe than sorry. No, this can't be.

Was the universe spitting on me. I haven't done a great wrong for this to be my life. I closed my eyes briefly willing myself to stay

calm and think. My mother also found out before me; so that was the worst. This is huge. Even if I say an abortion is going to be my way forward, my mother may, will, never look at me the same. I am her hope, an example to the rest of her children, so why the **** did this happen?

Caleb was to be blamed. Calling my mother– now that's backing me to a wall; they were not giving me a lot of options.

Who will I tell her is the Father of this unwanted child? I go like, "Mom, you remember Mr. Paul, the huge prevert and creep that threatened our family, because the money our useless Father owned him during his lifetime. Well, I went to settle that debt with my whole body".

My eyes were already wet but those salty water didn't go past the eye lids. Saying those words in my head brought out raw emotions, motivated the pain that ran amok through my body at the moment. I thought I was used to different levels of pain and trauma but this one was different, it is changing the course of my life. That moon ruled day is giving me more than I ask for. I had eaten with the devil and instead of using a long spoon, I greedily went for the short spoon.

I looked at my sweet mother. In this bright light, she looks extra beautiful with the fine lines complimenting her well. She was my rock and I her's but I think it's time for my hold on her to dissolve. It's time to cut ties with her because this child is unwanted. I won't love seeing it breath in any form of this world's oxygen. I wouldn't love seeing the creeping resemblance of his father forever. There is not much to evaluate regarding this situation.

To ensure an incarnate of Mr Paul doesn't come from me, I have to do the necessary.

"So, who is the Father?" Caleb asks, a nasty smirk on his face.

I have never ever considered murder on two occasions until now.

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