Chapter 6

MIRANA

I've done, I've done what I have to do but why is it so heavy? Why is it so heavy to carry? I have been guilty of all this from the beginning. There were no tears in my eyes to cry. When I first learned that he was Kid whom I loved in high school, my world was almost ruined. Yes, I admit I used to shame him. I was so stupid because I did that because of my so-called friends and reasons for not wanting to embarrass them and probably someone like me loves a loser and a nerd guy.

But what did I do, I trusted my worthless friends who eventually betrayed me. Those times that he knelt before me and witnessed the students yelling and shouting at anything but he completely ignored them but his whole attention was on me. My heart was breaking when I saw him weeping and begging that it was all a show. He loved me a lot but I just turned away from him and left the men with dreads behind him.

I want him to run and help him get up because every blow to him strikes my heart. I wanted to approach him and apologize, but neither could my feet move to where I was.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, here in front of us is the ambitious, geek, freak and a feeler to have Mirana Vaughn Welch to be his so-called girlfriend," the people laugh

"And here is the video and pictures that he is patiently waiting for her GIRLFRIEND and look at his face. Pitiful!" shouted by a friend of mine on the microphone caused the students around to shout.

"Yeah!" they all agreed and laughed.

"I know right," she laughed

"And now to complete this romantic show let us welcome Mirana Vaughn Welch! The best actress!" they all screamed, whistled, and clapped their hands as they saw me ramped on the stage.

"You! You waited for me. You believe in my words?" I said I can't believe I'm doing it.

"Well dream on Kid!" I shouted and all of the students screamed and threw shit on him. Even teachers came out of their offices and shouted at them to go back to their rooms.

"You're joking, right? Is this kind of a prank?" he asked, which made my heart break but I just admired the pain.

"No.I'm.Not.Mr," I firmly said and left leaving him in that scene. They all run into him and throw him whatever they want and some other punch and kick him. He doesn't even fight back.

"Mirana please stop crying, it's all your fault and your life has become miserable," I whispered facing the mirror. My eyes are deep because of a lack of sleep. I'm already worried about my child's health inside my stomach.

"I'm sorry for stressing you baby. I promise to give you everything you need, I'll work hard for you so stay with me okay?"I said as I held my tummy.

I combed my hair and looked for comfortable clothes for sleep.

After I got dressed I immediately went to the kitchen. I didn't stay at Cello's house because I am embarrassed by him, he had to pay a lot and I didn't want to add to his rent.

"What we have here for our dinner baby is fries, burger, and a leftover salad," I said talking to my baby.

"This is all we can eat tonight, your mom right now has no money," I said as I wiped my tears away.

I was about to sit down when I got a fork when someone knocked on the door. I looked at what time and I frowned as I looked at the time at nine o'clock in the evening. Who else would be the one to visit at this time.

The person in front of my house knocked again.

"Just a minute!" I said as I was nearing the door.

"Who's there?"

"Open this door," a voice that sounds familiar to me. But I don't want to believe that, how does he know that I live here and why is he here?

"Open this Mirana," he said again and I immediately opened the door.

As soon as I opened the door Marco's adonis face and his minty scent welcomed me, I hadn't forgotten this since we were in high school.

"Marco," I whispered, I was a little surprised that he was in front of me.

"Mirana," he called that I almost wanted to close my eyes when he said my name.

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MARCO

I don't know but my own feet brought me here. I knocked a few times until I heard his voice and her footsteps approaching the door.

"Who's there?" she answered and an obvious fear in her voice.

"Open this door," I firmly commanded and I didn't even hear a single move.

"Open this Mirana," I said and slowly opened the door and Mirana's beautiful face welcomed me and my heart skipped a beat but turned my attention inside her house.

"Marco," she says, oh how I miss her voice that I want to pull her in my arms and tell her how I miss her so much, but I push those thoughts away and focus on what I am doing here.

"Mirana," I said and I saw a glimpse in her eyes that she wanted to cry but she immediately looks away from me.

"What are you doing here at this hour?" she asked but I just ignored her question and went in even though she had not offered me anything.

"Whatever you mean here or you're going to scold me please just leave," she said as he stood at the door holding the doorknob emphasizing me to get out.

"Are you going to eat it?" I swiftly asked when my eyes caught a plate with fries, burger, and a salad. I frowned at her and looked at her belly.

"Is this how you treat yourself with a baby in your womb? A fries, burger, and a salad? Do you think this junk will give nutrition to our child?" I said and her face turned red.

I roamed my eyes and I saw nothing but a small sofa, a mirror and two boxes of her clothes. There is simply no electric fan or even tv to entertain.

"Is this even a house?" I said and I saw her walking in my direction with furious eyes.

"Look Mr. You have no right to insult my house. So please leave," she says but I only sign his anger.

I looked around the room and shook my head. The Mirana Vaughn Welch that I used to know is not like this, even in my imagination didn't even go there. This is not what I want our children to be. I admit that in the first place I doubted that it's not mine but as she steps her feet in my office and as her tears flow in her cheeks, my heart sunk in pain as I saw sorrow in her eyes that I do not want to see. The baby on her womb is my child, the one that I will call my own ... my child.

I stood in front of her and saw her frowned. As if for a few seconds she was about to explode in anger. She is quiet when she is angry and you know that she is mad when she is about to cry.

"What are you doing here?" she asked as she looked me in the eyes.

"I am here to take you into our home," I answered and her eyes got wider and her facial expression was in shock.

"Wait? What?"

"Pack all of your things and we will go immediately. You only have five minutes to pack," I said and leave her standing out of the blue.

"Look mr. you would not tell me to leave right away as if nothing had happened, "she shouted, holding me back.

"Which of us was the first to take this step? Who of us was the first to beg? Didn't you? I am offering you a better place to live in, proper food for you and the child, and a shelter. you like it or not you are coming with me. We will discuss some other things later. Three minutes to pack your things," I said and left her dumbfounded.

As I step my feet outside, I exhale all of the negatives that I inhaled inside. This thing makes my mind crazy. This will take a while.