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Chapter 5

TWO WEEKS LATER...

It just can't be. It can't be happening. This simply cannot be happening to me.

I look up and let my eyes rest on my reflection in the mirror over the sink. I shake my head in tears with my eyes, nose and eyelids red from having cried in the last ten minutes.

I sob unable to look any further, feeling like I'm sinking with every second, like I'm in a maze that only has passageways, but no exit.

What am I supposed to do now?

In the last few weeks, I tried to keep him at bay, ignoring him whenever I could; Jhonny tried several times to get close to me, but I did nothing but run away from him like a scared rat, running away from the shame I feel for having slept with a man he just met, and he finally understood that I didn't want him around, so which a few days ago stopped doing it.

Seized by an impulse and the rage of the moment, I leave my room, quietly closing its door so as not to wake anyone, since it is one in the morning. Almost running I leave the mansion in the direction of the garden house, my fists are clenched, so much so that for a moment the idea of splitting the plastic in two in my hands crosses my mind, but even so I do not decrease my strength, I cannot do it, I feel like it's not even me.

The closed front door welcomes me and with my heart about to leap out of my throat, I knock as hard as I can.

Jhonny opens the door not many seconds later, his sleepy face changes powerfully when he sees me in front of him, now the confusion and anger caused by looking at me in the middle of the morning after having avoided it, makes it impossible for him to hide.

“What do you want, Laura?” He asks certainly annoyed, I push him aside and enter the living room of the house, he closes the door and turns to look at me “Tell me what you want at once, I have to work early”

“I'm pregnant.” I just let go, without anesthesia.

JHONNY

I'm pregnant.

Those two words resonate in my mind echoing throughout my head, leaving me motionless, confused, with knitted brows and slightly parted lips, while my eyes are on her teary eyes, and I am unable to utter a word.

"Say something, idiot!" She yells on the verge of despair and about to cry.

“Pregnant? Is it mine?” I let go doubting, because yes, we slept, but... We used a condom.

Or not?

I don't remember, I was drunk, not as drunk as she was, but I was and now I don't remember if I used a fucking condom or not.

Damn.

"No, you fucking idiot, I just wanted to tell you so you could be the best man!" She replies resorting to sarcasm so as not to throw himself on the floor and cry. "Of course it's yours!" She yelled in a choked voice.

I'm speechless this can't be happening to me, how the hell are they going to be pregnant? I have a life in Los Angeles, in less than a week I'm going back to her, and she can't just show up and tell me she's pregnant, damn the time I slept with her!

"Don't you take care of yourself?!" I shout angrily, thinking about everything that will come to me with this stupidity.

As soon as my words are out, she breaks down and bursts into tears, making herself vulnerable to me for the first time.

I release the air from my chest running a hand through my hair while I turn my back on him and begin to walk around the place aimlessly and with short steps.

I have a life in Los Angeles, I cannot simply arrive overnight and tell my parents that I am going to have a child and that this is not from the woman with whom I have been engaged for four years.

I cannot come home and tell my father that I have impregnated the youngest daughter of one of his most important associates.

I liked Laura from the first time I saw her, she is a very beautiful woman, her green eyes are striking, her brown hair is so long that it reaches down to the lower part of her back, and God! Her body is perfect, she has curves in all the best places. But she is not the woman I want for the mother of my children, she does not meet my expectations. She does not do it.

From the time I've been here I know that her family is conservative, her father is very strict, but she is his weakness from the times I've talked to him. I know that she is her little one, they look at her like a girl. They are all very conservative, her sister and brother have had children after they got married and I am sure that is what she is afraid of; disappointing her father and her son not having a father figure.

And I'm going to use that to my advantage.

“There is only one solution for all this” I stop holding my chin “you must have an abortion.”

"What?... Ah... No!" She answers with the surprise still on his face.

"Listen, Laura, you know very well that your father will be angry with you when you tell him." She looked at me attentively, trying to wipe away the tears that are growing more and more. "I'm only here for three weeks and I'm only there is one left and most likely I will leave before. I won't be back, if you want your child to be born, you will have to raise him alone," I tell her with all sincerity.

"Of course I won't have an abortion," she says, leaving the house terrified, and before doing so, she left something on the table, I approached her and a positive pregnancy test.

I exhale and look at the ceiling with my head about to explode.

"God, what have I done?" I whisper to myself.

I can't cause my father another disappointment, no more, I promised him after the second heart attack resulting from an argument with me.

I squeeze the pregnancy test in my hand and look at it once more, put it in a pocket in my suitcase and lie back on the bed.

"Damn, I don't want to be a father." I repeat to myself, still unable to believe it.

A baby is a big responsibility

The image of Laura comes to my mind that day at the pool with Leandro's little girl in her arms, she looked very cute. Quickly, my head begins to imagine Laura like this, but that she, instead of her sister's daughter and Leandro's, with our baby.

My baby.

A strange sensation is accentuated in my chest when perceiving the reality of that, which I fear.

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