Playboy's misstake - Reupload

Chapter 5

"Mum, we have to tell you something..", I begin hesitantly. "Did anything happen?", she asks, her voice tinged with shock but her face full of concern. "Kinda, yeah", I confess slowly. "So, what is it?", she asks. "Well.. Ella is.. she.. she's pregnant", I stutter and stare at the ground, mirroring the scene at Ella's place just a few hours ago. "She is what?", Mum asks in disbelief. "She's pregnant", I repeat. Mum swallows before taking a deep breath and starting to talk: "Boy, you're gonna have to look after her, you know that, right? I guess you both know, that you have made a mistake and that she's pregnant is already punishment enough. But if you ever leave her alone with the baby then you'll be in big trouble, got it?", she says. I just nod silently. "Is it a problem if Ella stays at our place, she kinda been kicked out of her parents' house", I admit, shooting a sympathetic look in Ella's direction. "Oh, I'm so sorry for you, Ella! Shall I maybe talk to your parents? Of course, she can stay here", Mum responds compassionately. "Thanks a lot, miss..", Ella begins, but mum cuts her of: "Nadia. Please call me Nadia." "Thanks, Nadia", Ella repeats gratefully. "Now, go up in Lucas' room, he can show you around the house later as well", Mum suggests, so we walk up the stairs. "Ready to see my room?", I ask, getting a little excited to show her for the first time. Ella giggles and nods. I swing open the door to my room. "Wow, you've got a nice room", Ella remarks while stepping inside. "Thanks", I reply full of pride for my room. It's actually not as messy as you might think, I've got a pretty tidy room. As you enter, there's my wardrobe to the left. In the corner behind that there's my bed and beside it my writing desk. On the right wall there's a blue sofa with a small table in front of it.I sit on the edge of my bed, the weight of my actions feeling heavy on my shoulders. I stare at Ella, my mind racing with thoughts of responsibility, fear, and uncertainty. I pace through the room, trying to make sense of it all. I know that I can't abandon her, not now. But it's just all so difficult. Summoning whatever courage I can muster, I try to reassure Ella, who is visibly also worried: "It'll be fine. I know it's hard but we have my parents on our side. I know it is hard losing your family this way but maybe they will notice their mistakes and make them right?" Despite my heart racing, I stands tall as I watch Ella look up to me with fear in her eyes. "I can't. I can't do all of this. It is too much to take. I wish I would've never slept with you", she cries. Tears start streaming down her face, Ella is now also pacing through the room, throwing her hands in the air knowing that there is nothing she can do. I know that I can't let her face this alone. Without a second thought, I take her hand and gently caress it, trying to calm her down, not caring about the chaos in my own mind.Ella's hands tremble as she clutches the straps of her bag, her heart pounding with nervous anticipation. I walk beside her, my usual confident stride faltering just slightly as we approach the doctor's office. I squeeze her hand reassuringly, showing her a faint smile that doesn't feel real. Inside the waiting room, we sit side by side, surrounded by the sterile scent of antiseptic and the hushed whispers of other woman looking at us in disgust. I try to withstand all of this hate. As I look into Ellas face I see shame. Protectively I wrap my arm around Ella's shoulders as we wait for our turn. I quietly clear my throat and asks her: "How are you feeling?" My voice is almost a whisper but for a moment there I can see an ease in her anxiety.After a couple more minutes of waiting, my eyes dart nervously around the room, and I fidget with my fingers, my knees shaking. Ella senses my growing unease, and she reaches out to touch my arm, seeking reassurance. "Are you okay?" she asks softly back what I had asked her not too long ago myself, her voice sounding tinged with concern. I nod lightly, but my gaze remains distant, lost in my own thoughts. "Yeah, I'm fine," I reply quietly, my words lacking emotion. I struggle to maintain my composure but I try to keep my fears inside and not let them show. What happened to the baddie in me? "This pregnancy has been a lot for me to process, but I will stand with her through all of this", I think to myself. Yet now, realising the reality of this situation, I cannot bear it anymore. "I'm sorry", I whisper towards Ella and abruptly stand up, not even looking back once as I leave the gynaecologist. I hear Ella calling after me "Wait!" but then her name is being called up and the sound of her footsteps slowly fades.

Almost two years later, I come back stronger. I think my writing style has changed quite a lot (for the better!) during this time, maybe also because I am now actually living in an English-speaking country. I hope some of you are happy that I am continuing to write this story, even tho I intended on not finishing it. Still feel free to leave some feedback, corrections or ideas. Have a great day :) I know this chapter is really short and I'm really sorry. I'm also so sorry I didn't update for so long (1 1/2 month!). Now school finished earlier today, so I thought I could finally update my story again. I'm really sorry but I can't promise now that I'll update regularly 'cause I know now already that that won't happen.. sorry!Yeah, that's what I wrote like a month ago or so. And I forgot about it. Happy x-mas, I hope you enjoyed this chapter :)