Til the Last Bullet UNDER CONTRUCTION

Chapter 12:

Namiko
I haven't talked to Miliano in about a month not that I really want to. It wasn't like it was all his fault it takes two people for a situation like that. I see him from time to time when he comes to my father and my brother's meetings, but I try not to make eye contact. I really don't know how long this is going to last and if it comes to moving away to avoid him I will.
I was throwing up for about the 2nd time today when somebody knocked on the door.
"One minute" I screamed the best I could while I wiped my face. The door swung open before I could finish getting my life together and there stood my brother with an unreadable face.
"Nami you really have been slacking at the trap and now that I see this I know why. Who's the father?"
"I have no idea what you're talking about." I played dumb. I knew where this was going but I didn't want to believe it. I haven't been feeling to good for the last couple of weeks and lord knows this isn't the right time for a baby.
"Why won't you just go to the doctor? You know dad's gon kill you and whoever's the father. I can't believe this. My baby sister is having a baby. I swear to God I'm killing who did this to you!" He sat on the edge of my bed and put his head in his hands.
"It takes more than one person for this to happen so it's no need to kill him. We don't have to tell daddy because I'm not keeping it. It doesn't need to be raised in this type of environment and I'm damn sure not ready to be a mother. I already have this planned out. Don't tell anyone and don't worry about it." With that I walked out leaving him with nothing else to say.
Since I didn't want to be around anyone at the house, I went for a walk at the park. I saw all these children running and playing with other kids , families taking walks , and a mother holding her child's hand. This could be me I thought. I couldn't help but wonder if I was really pregnant and decided to take a home test.
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I sat on top of the the counter with sweating palms. What if I am an expecting mother? What I'm an unfit mother? What if my child hates me? What if Miliano denies his child? I couldn't help but doubt and question myself. I looked down and the words 3-4 weeks flashed across the tiny oval screen. "Shit" I shouted in frustration as I sank to the floor and cried. My brother and dad ran into my room to see what was going on. Tears stream down my face as I saw the look on my dads face. Disappointment. Something I never what to do to my father. All my life I served to impress him and make him happy. A whole lifetime washed down the drain by one dumb mistake. I was waiting on him to tell me to get out of his house and never speak to him again, but instead he wrapped me in his arms and comforted me until I fell sound asleep.
**
I woke up to the sound of my father and brother talking. I looked down and touched my slightly pudgy stomach. Never would I imagine me as a mother.
"Morning sunshine" my father smiled
"I'm disappointed in you, but I'll never disown you. You're grown and you make your own choices and I can't change that." I nodded my head not really wanting to talk.
"I made you an appointment for 2 o'clock today to see a doctor. Of course I got the best for you and my grandchild." He seemed happy but I couldn't really tell.
"Thank you I could've done myself. I don't want to have to depend on you for the rest of my life and that's why I have decided to move to New York on my own."
"You don't need to Soliel! You have everything you'll ever need right here."
"Dad, I'm growing up. I appreciate everything you have ever done for me. But I need to learn how to be independent. I don't want everything to be handed to me. I'll be leaving to go look for house this weekend. That's end of discussion."
"You can go. But I'm going to have your brother and two bodyguards to go with you. Oh and I'll give you money every week until you find a job over there."
Finally something good that's going to benefit me.