"Explain yourself, young lady!" Mr. Armstrong's stern voice echoed throughout the mansion.
He stood in front of his only daughter - the perfect daughter that her raised - feeling so disappointed.
He can't help but massage his nape, as he stood, due to the stress he is now feeling. What will everyone say when they found out that his daughter got pregnant out of wedlock at 20 years old?!
His wife, who was now seated at their couch, nursing her head from her fall earlier with an icebag, can't help her eyes from watering. She was also thinking about their family's reputation, but she was also worried about what will happen to her dear daughter.
On the other hand, Becky who was seated beside her, had her head bowed down in embarrassment. She didn't know how to face her parents, after ruining their trust. She messed up, big time. She didn't even have any excuse for what she did. All she knows is she was in love. Was it that wrong?
Well, it can be. Especially, if you force yourself to someone who will never like you back. And id you make stupid decisions that would lead you to problems you can't resolve. The logical part of her brain insisted.
"You're pregnant? How long have you been hiding this from us? And where is the son of a bitch who did this to you?" The old man roared, making his daughter more frightened than she already is.
"I... I'm sorry, Dad, Mom." This was the girls only reply before bursting into tears.
"I don't need your apology, Rebecca! I need you to tell me, who is the bastard who fathers your child!"
Instead of answering, Becky just cried harder and mumbled another series of apologies, with her mother comforting her.
"I need a name, Rebecca. Where is he? Why have you been hiding this from us? Did he run away from his responsibility? Is that it? How stupid can you be? Why did you give yourself to a man without the guts to take responsibility for his actions?"
"Sorry, dad. Don't blame anyone else, please. It was all my fault." Becky replied.
"You are such a disappointment! How many times have I told you not to bring any shame in this family. You ungrateful child! Pack your bags. From this day forth, you are no longer a part of this family. Starting today, you are not my child anymore."
-----
Freen stood outside the Armstrong mansion months after her last encounter with Becky. If anyone would see her, they would wonder why the always neat and tidy looking handsome woman, looks so rugged and unkempt.
She had obvious bags under her eyes, making it look like she hasn't slept for days. She was also wearing just her Pj's, very unlike the always fashionable person that she is. Honestly, she even looks like she hasn't even showered yet.
She stood in front of the Armstrong household early in the morning, like she camped out of it, waiting for the sun to rise. She rang the doorbell a few times, before being answered by a maid she knew.
"Miss Freen?" The maid has been in her friend's family for quite a while, so they are somehow acquainted, as she used to frequent the house to see her. So she was taken aback when the said woman looked so shocked upon seeing her.
"Uhm, P'Fon. Is becky home? I... Can you call her for me. I need to talk to her."
The hesitance in the maid's face sent questions inside Freen's mind. What might be the matter? Did Becky instruct them to not let me in. But why does she look sad?
"Khun Freen. Actually, I don't know if I have the right to tell you this but I'm actually very worried about Miss Becky too, so I think I need to let you know, maybe you can help her..."
"She... Miss Becky was disowned by her family. They had her pack up her things and leave the mansion a few days ago. We have no idea what happened, and you know we have no right to interfer, so the poor miss had no choice to leave."
"What did you say? Becky was disowned by her family? But how could that happen? Do any of you know where she is?"
"Unfortunately, after she left, no one has heard from her. Not even her mother who still keeps on crying day and night."
Freen could not believe what she heard. Becky is gone. She was too late.
