Runaway - A DEVIL'S NIGHT FANFICTION (PTBR + ENG)

Chapter 39 - Nini

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Nowadays...

My mother failed to protect me.

All my life, most of the time, I felt alone, and even when I was with her, I didn't feel like she was someone I could trust.

And after I grew up, I was soon the one doing my best not to give her a hard time and, in a way, take care of her.

Even when I was at boarding school, I always tried to keep my grades up, stay out of trouble – except when I had to defend myself – and when she came to visit, I'd go along with whatever schedule she wanted. All so that we wouldn't drift further apart, all so that we would still have something in common.

That's why, when I woke up this morning, after going through the familiar nausea session, as soon as I saw small drops of blood on my pajamas, I promptly made the decision to go to the hospital. I wouldn't tell Evans, let alone ask for his help, no matter how desperate I was, but I hoped it would be easy to at least get there, so I got up, changed my clothes, put my documents in my backpack and left the hotel where we were staying in the early hours of the morning.

I felt guilty for having had a fight with that bastard the night before, but he didn't dare touch me and I took advantage of the fact that he knew he shouldn't do that, to return the insults I was receiving.

Evans, as usual, said terrible things to me and tried to make me believe that my parents would be ashamed of me, but I did my best to ignore all the shit I was hearing and as soon as I could, I escaped to my room.

Now I felt guilty, nervous and anxious, because I knew that this bleeding had to be happening because of the stress of this argument.

I also knew how screwed I was, because of all the hospitals there should be in New York, I ended up in the one where Aydin worked. And as soon as he saw me at reception, filling in the paperwork so that I could be seen, he didn't take five seconds looking at what I was writing to order the receptionist to proceed with my appointment immediately. But he didn't come to talk to me.

I was impatiently waiting in a room, having already spoken to a nurse, an obstetrician and a social worker. All three had asked me if I wanted to continue with the pregnancy and offered me the option I already knew about.

But now, that was no longer an option for me. Yes, legally, I could still have an abortion, but I had already made up my mind.

I didn't know anything about being a mother, but I knew what I shouldn't do and what I didn't want to happen to it, so I would protect it with everything I had. My guest. My baby.

And when the three of them seemed hesitant, I could sense that something was wrong. Something they weren't telling me, but when I lost patience and asked them to tell me what it was, they just asked me to calm down and left, leaving me alone in that fucking room.

Yeah, as if being alone in a hospital room in a distant city was going to make me any calmer.

Even so, if they were offering me the option, it meant that I wasn't having an abortion and that the baby was still there, so, looking for a way to pass the time, I walked around, looking at the details of the painting that was there, seeing that it was an original work by some artist I didn't know, and as time went by, listening to the voices that called doctors from one room to another while I read the leaflets for everything in the place.