Think
Think
"I...."
"Are you pregnant?" What? Although she seems frightened, her expression is so adorable.
"What? Never, never, never." We both remained silent after her nod. We are currently awaiting Ronald. After fifteen minutes, Ronald arrived.
"Why didn't you tell me earlier, Jess?" He removes her hands from mine, leaving me empty once more.
"It's alright."
"Come, let's enter." We remain standing, but I make a different turn.
"You're not coming with us?" My foot quickly came to a standstill. I want to, but am unable to. Ronald has never let me.
"I'm not your family, and since Ronald is also here, I'm sorry." She is heartbroken, and it shows on her face.
"Come." Ronald called me this time.
"But."
"Come." How do I get over it? I followed them inside while nodding. I am aware of the emotions that go through Jessie, Ronald, and my heart on the inside. Our first beat from the future can be heard right now. We're anticipating either person's first sound.
"Come Jessie." I am the firstborn of my sister. Oh goodness, she is expecting. I'm ready to yell.
"Could I come?" When I inquired, she nodded. We eventually both heard the newborn's first heartbeat. This is magic. The nurse showed us the small human being's tiny dot.
"Look, Rose, it's my child." I started crying about it.
"Yes, Jess. I'm overjoyed for you." She is bawling uncontrollably. It's just a tiny point on the screen, but it's nothing. She will become a mother.
"Congratulations! I'm ecstatic for you, and I know you'll be the best mother." She cried while laughing.
"When you and Ronald have a baby, promise me you're going to tell me first, not Ronald. He will be furious."
"Yeah, I do, of course." My hands in Jessie's hands suddenly became frigid. When she realizes this, her laugh stops. I turn to look at Ronald, who is observing me. The eyes turn right away.
"I need to go." I grab my belongings and head outdoors. It won't ever take place. I'm not full, Jessie. A land where nothing grows.
I am incapable of giving birth. Ronald was the reason I never... Then, veer in that direction. I closed myself in there and let the tears flow once more.
"I apologize. You won't ever hear any good news from me. I'm not a woman who can give birth." I'm weak, as evidenced by the file I've been clinging to for years. Ronald pushed me down the stairs that day. When I touched down on earth, my gut felt severe agony. When the moment arrived, my entire world cried out because my mother had never told me.
Only sorrow and struggle
Every day when I open my eyes, the pain only brings back a painful memory from my days. I'm only eighteen and have no idea what a mother's sentiments are like. Ronald's name popped up on my phone along with a message.
"Are you alright?" I didn't respond. I washed my face and walked outdoors to take the test. Same question, same answers every time. I was given medication by the doctor along with some advice. My phone keeps ringing while I'm at work. I don't feel like talking to anyone right now. I was never a priority for Ronald. He believes that the only issue is myself.
"I'll go up to him first," she said.
"I don't care that he isn't my baby, though. I approach the man seated next to him."
"He is plain. You are always drawn to attractive people."
"I only want him for the night."
"I've already been considering him." Many inebriated women were discussing two men. They are attractive.
"Can you fetch the vodka from inside, Rose?" I entered the house while nodding and loaded the box with bottles. My phone continued to ring during that. I chose that period.
"I'm busy."
"This is your second mistake, Rose. If you act differently, consider my next move." What in the world? This is now...
"Why did it take so long? Rush, Rose." I got the package outdoors with her assistance. Yet the atmosphere of the club drastically changed when I left. Even the walls, lighting, and music.
"What's happening?" The club transforms into a sex club, just like a table does.
"Today is Friday."
"So?"
"The club opens the door for double delight every Friday. The spaces are referred to as unsafe rooms. Each VIP arrived here to fulfill their demands. Look that way." Red lights blink along a long corridor as some girls enter wearing less clothing. What's going on there?
"There are some VIPs who come here with play, and those girls are chosen by some rich fuck." Play?
"Why is that there?"
"They take on the position of the boss." Oh? In college, I once overheard such a thing but never understood it.
"For us as well, today is the big day. Go there and sign the one-month contract if you wish to go there and make your own decision. You went there on Friday, just like they did. If someone selects you, he or she has you for one month. Okay."
"How about girls, though? if she is not a fan."
"You already signed the contract; therefore, if he does something improper, they will cancel it." Girls are shopping for sex, then.
"Have you ever considered it?" She shook her head and shrugged.
"I don't believe my body was designed for this. I am not wanted." Her body is in perfect health. She is more attractive than I am, at least.
"I believe your body is fantastic. He has been keeping an eye on you ever since he arrived here, for that reason. In the VIP area, a man was observing her nonstop." He winked as she turned to face him.
"Have you noticed that?" Her face flushed, and her eyes sparkled.
"Hey! Go speak with him. He is holding out for you." She drank alcohol and went out. While she was out drinking, I was attending to others.
"You, hello! Serve drinks now." I take a glass and begin to move while nodding.
"There, not here." He indicated the opposite side. What? The corridor caught my attention first, followed by the person who gave me the command.
"I..."
"You're spending adequate time. Before I fire you, leave." What the hell is he? What if he lets me go then? No, thank you. I moved gently across the hallway and opened the door. I can see the girls dancing without clothing as slow, sensuous music plays all around and through the glass. I have come to a complete stop. Where is that located? Slow music gets its rhythm from loud moans. Then a booming voice. Shit! I can't...
"That's your third mistake." He is drinking while seated on the couch. Why is he in this place? He removed my glass.
"What are you?"
"I own it." He takes a sip and uses his finger to point at various things. What? He got up, and my body jumped. He took my phone out of my pocket and held it up for me to see.
"Twenty calls were missed. Oh, dear! Nobody will ever leave me like you did. Although I was concerned, you're never worth it." He dropped my phone into an ice bucket in front of my eyes. I just have this phone.
"Ronald.." He is laughing. Bastard.
"What? Don't worry; I will give you a lump sum payment sufficient to cover the cost of another phone." Why is he furious with me? There is nothing I've done wrong. He motioned for a naked girl to stop dancing and approach. Why is he contacting her now?
"You are still present. Well, I just realized you want a tip." I want to drag you out of here, you idiot. He picked her. Why not check his status? That bitch arrived and took a seat on his lap. Oh my God, she looks repulsive. He placed cash in my tray and instructed me to leave. I'm the one who believes he's there only occasionally. Perhaps it's not me; he's just a fuck. The individual was mine before, but he is now someone else.
"Rose." He beckoned me as I turned.
"Happy birthday." Having no emotions. The ground has moved beneath me. Only his promise makes me feel anything. I can now see why he is so upset with me. I threw him out of my life today without thinking it through. My birthday is today.
No
Please
He spent the time at work but left without returning. I have no idea what transpired between them. I'm not sure where to go at the moment. I like to walk by myself these days, accompanied by my feelings and emotions. I returned home an hour later, but the door was already open. What? When I go home, Ronald is in bed and clearly awake. My fortitude failed.
"What do you need right now? There is no need for me today because you already fucked someone." He's cool and collected. After sitting on the bed, he looks up with serenity and confidence.
"Your present." Oh my gosh, this is bad. What is going on right now?
"I overlooked your gift. Do you not want to?" Shaking my head, I back away from him out of fear.
"Keep in mind that everything begins when my birthday begins and yours ends. I have a gift for you." His paper was thrown away. Which is that?
"Are you unwilling to look?" When I read what's inside, the world pauses for me.
"No, you can't." He chuckled.
"I can. Greetings from the new owner of your home, under whose authority I am free to act however I like. We need a location that is ideal for our business." I'm breaking, so.
"You dare not."
"Yes, I dared. I need to look." He's unable. It's alright in my dad's house. Nothing took place... He displayed some images to me. My last memory of him is breaking into my house. He reminds me once more of the tears I forgot about on my birthday.
"How rude of you! How are you capable?" When I yelled, he lifted his brows in challenge.
"What? You find my present offensive?" Once more, entire thoughts were blocked. He hurt me so much. What shall I do at this time? My heart is burning inside. My father is now exerting pressure on a heavyweight of a promise. My airway is closed. What will now happen to me? I try to rub my chest with my hand, but I can't. As I noticed a broken image on the nameplate, my breathing stopped.
"Out."
"You'll experience pain one day when you lose the thing you value the most. Await results."
"When I lost you, I already felt that suffering. It's your turn now."