I was exhausted, uncomfortable, and slightly angry.
All I intended is to enjoy the vacation.
I watched nonchalantly as people gazed at me with mixed feelings. I could see pity, shame, surprise, and happiness in some people's eyes. Taheck with it .
I was a teen and I was pregnant. My only desire at the moment was to stay as far as possible of the outside world.
I couldn't hide the fact that I was a failure. I needed to blackout the world for a moment.
In order to distract myself, I surfed randomly on my phone.
There were hundreds of miscalls and messages from different people. I had no strength to suffer another blow of disappointment.
My phone is useless now. I can't even entertain myself with it.
I glanced at my younger sister who was filled with excitement, her facial expression equal to a baby that's seen the enormous ice cream ever. You get the point.
To cut it short, she was really happy. I followed her gaze up to see the stunning buildings, lights, roads. Traffic, people going on about their activities.
I had to admit, Berlin is a beautiful place. Most of the floor covered in ice. I pondered how gorgeous it would look when it was summer season .
"We're here." I heard uncle Paulo's voice as we reached the building.
My mom giggled nonstop at Uncle Paulo's joked and remarks.... A slight anger pulsed through my veins.
I hadn't understood why my system seemed to object to this guy's presence.
I could understand that they had something more than friendship. Realising how men are disgusting and only play with women's sensibility and emotions.
I couldn't feel disgusted at how he treated my mom like a queen, right there and then, I knew I would never like him.
Although he has done a lot for my mom, there was something in him which I immediately felt my blood boil whenever he was around.
A slight gush of anger emerged . My disgust didn't pass unnoticed by mom.
She glared at me as if saying 'fix your face kid!'
Rolling my eyes inwardly, I gazed at the view outside the car to ease my rising anger.
I couldn't help but miss Eric, then immediately scolded myself for even thinking about him.
It was partially his fault I landed up here with this annoying old man. I knew that he was a person who I was going to grow disliking.
***FLASHBACK....
"I'm pregnant." Ylva spoke.
Eric faces her coldly before saying, "Terminate the pregnancy, I don't want a child of mine crawling around. I can't."
Blinking the tears away she reasoned, "We have to tell our parents."
"That's out of the question, my parents can never know about this, nor yours.
You have to terminate the pregnancy and move on in your life, pretend you never met me." He spoke harshly.
"What, so I never meant nothing to you." Her voice cracked.
"Listen, I tried to love you. I couldn't, I feel nothing for you and I don't want to keep hurting you." He lied to himself.
"Right. I won't terminate the pregnancy. I will raise the child alone. " She declared.
Eric was taken aback when he set his eyes on her, he saw determination in her, her face had gone back to her original aloof and stoic self again.
She used to be aloof when he first met her, over time she became loving and stopped hiding her true kind, shy naive nature.
He opened his eyes in disbelief. He could see hurt in her yes . He knew better than anyone that Ylva was a person full of pride and would never allow her enemies to see her defeated.
"You must terminate the pregnancy, immediately...or el~~se~~
"Else what!" Ylva spoke imperatively.
"This child is mine as well, I don't need your support. I will go far away as not to bother you."
She concluded collecting her purse from the desk and exited the class room.
He ran after her, "Ylva please." He spoke gently. Ylva ignored him and continued to exit the school lands.
"Ylva...I don't want to be away from my child, I'm not financially capable of taking care of both of you."
She stopped her tracks, "Nobody said you have to care for us." She replied. "I just told you I'm pregnant so that you know you have a child somewhere." She concluded and began walking again.
Eric watched as her back disappeared from the horizon.
***PRESENT...
The car stopped, Uncle Paulo got down and opened the door for my mom #gentleman.
I irked inwardly. The driver had done the same for me.
"Young miss, let me help you down." He spoke. I nodded as I gave him my hand , he held it and I descended the car .
The men brought the luggage upstairs to the first floor were the apartment was situated.
To our surprise, there was a young lady , probably in her late twenties glaring at us as soon as uncle Paulo unlocked the door for us.
The hate in her eyes was evidently live. Her facial expression sold her away. I held her glance, she looked away unable to hold on to my gaze and immediately retreated to her chamber.
The apartment was small though, it had a large simple sitting room, small hall , a simple yet chick toilet, next to the toilet was a room which I believe pertained to the woman who galred at us.
At the far of the hall, was the small kitchen. It was beautiful though...at least I would enjoy cooking there. The apartment was a perfect place for a single person to live on.
We settled the luggage on the sitting room. It was big enough to accommodate the three of us.
Alana, my younger sister glanced at me, the disappointment in her face was evident. Her smiled at her to comfort her, she relaxed after that.
However I was filled with questions, who was that woman, I was told it would be only the three of us in the house.
However the moment we entered we were greeted with such bad reception.
My head spun over and over with all these enquiries.