The President's Son

18|| Memories

WARNING: Sad and depressing scenes ahead In the meantime, I advice you to grab some buckets to cry in (;´༎ຶٹ༎ຶ')
Kind of nervous for this chapter...

"Would you want to talk about it?"

Did I really want to? On a scale of one to ten the answer would be a solid ten point five but how to talk about it was the problem.

Where exactly was is supposed to start from.

The part where I started therapy at sixteen or the part where I was nearly murdered?

"Come on."

And before I knew it, he had our hands intertwined and we were walking towards somewhere which seemed like a garden.

It was infact a garden. A really minimalistic one as well.

He sat on the grass and tapped a spot beside his ushering me to sit. "I don't know who hurt you princess, but I know I won't. "

"Isn't that what all boys say?" I asked, sitting on the grass as well.

"Well, perhaps I'm not like all boys."

I just chuckled.

"If I was to tell you my story, would it change your opinion on me?" I asked him, expecting a serious answer instead he just laughed out loud like it was the world's funniest question.

"Turtle, my opinion on you wouldn't change even if you tried to make it because I know that whatever happens or has happened you're still the beautiful, independent and smart ass woman I know."

"I'm not going to blush." I said, clearly blushing.

"Ok, ok. Now talk to me."

This was it...after three years, this was the first time I was going to talk about my past to anyone. Maybe it was the best thing to do, maybe it wasn't but telling someone just felt right.

Even if he decided to judge me, I know I'd still live as he already said; I was independent and didn't need anyone to criticise my actions.

Not anymore, I'd passed that stage.

But at this point, it was time to let it all out.

"You know Martinez right?"

He shook his head in agreement. "We dated a few years back and well, we did  think we were meant to be or at least I did."

"It was my sixteenth birthday when we decided to... erm well, let's just say we decided to...ugh." I looked at the sky, just wondering how to put this.

It sounded so cringe and stupid now thinking about it. Then I didn't regret it but now if you were to ask me, I'm totally remorseful for all the stupid actions I took.

Malachi held my hand and shot me an encouraging smile indicating that he understood what I was trying to say and at that moment, I felt my eyes getting heavy.

"-anyway, about two to four weeks later I wasn't of my best self and that's when I found out I was pregnant for him."

I quickly wiped a tear that fell down my cheek. Why was I crying for goodness sake! That wasn't even the worst part.

"After I told my family that I was pregnant of course they weren't that pleased considering I was only sixteen and came from a very prestigious family but they eventually came to terms with it. I was kind of getting used to the idea of becoming a parent with Blake...until his family knew about it."

"His father to be more precise." I said, in nothing more than a whisper.

"Who?"

Malachi's question snapped me out of the minor daze I was in. It's either he didn't hear me properly or he was in shock. "His father; Blake's bad."