My mom had only brought me along because I was pregnant, everyone back home refused to care for me.
I was a disgusting cross to bear and my pregnancy only aggravated the situation.
"We'll be back soon. Look after yourself and your sister." My mom whispered, Uncle Paulo was in the bathroom.
We waited for them to leave . Alana rushed to lock up the sitting room's door.
"Ylva, this is a disaster." Cried Alana.
"Yeah, king Kong ain't got sh*t on us." I lamented.
"We're doomed. Who's that chick that eyed us like we're trash?"
"Mom will tell us...I have a feeling she knew all of this." I replied.
"Duh." Alana giggled.
I sighed facing the floor, the carpet was old and looked disgusting.
Immediately felt my brain jolt. One thing I hated was dirty untidy carpets.
Alana followed my gaze on to the floor, her face went blank.
"Eww 🤢"
"Yeah, eww it is." I pouted.
Unfortunately for me, the carpet wouldn't be the only thing to irk me.
"I don't have a good feeling about coming. Here ." Alana spoke melancholic.
"Because of the carpet?" I tried to cheer her up.
"Ylva stop joking. This guy will grow to be a troublesome person." She concluded.
Taking her hand in mine I said, "it'll be okay. We have to stick to each other okay?" I reassured her
"Of course." Alana nodded vigorously.
It hasn't been twenty four hours eI already regretted coming here.
"Come on, mom said she has to find us clean. Go take a shower." A instructed.
"Yes ma'am." She ran to the bathroom.
My headache kept growing, my eyes felt hurt and swollen. This whole situation was making me slightly ill. Probably courtesy of the gestational.
My mind flew to other realms, I pondered how Eric was.
'Girl get it together. Why you thinking about him again. He's no good dude' I smacked my head to stop my thoughts.
I felt pity for myself, how weird .
'Psycopath,' I mumbled.