Caged

Chapter 2 -- Moving In --

'Caged' 
By: Cheeky_Leen
POV: Ren
Picture: Aisha (Played by Alysha Nett)

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"Umma, w-what do you mean am getting married" there had to be something wrong here am too young, this cannot be happening I don't even know who am freaking getting married to. Oh. My. Heavens. What if I'm marrying a tramp or a killer or a rapist or even worst a baby snatcher. Yes that. Wait what. Forget I said anything.

"Ren, honey. Let's have a seat so we can ... You know ... Talk" I heard my mum's soft voice say, with slight panic in them, turning to face my mum I gave her full on glare while I strutted away to the sofa. Yeah bitch I strut. "Is it okay if you come back tomorrow, I just need some time to talk to him" one of the men turned and whispered to a man who looked to be the boss before nodding.

"Alright, you have up until tomorrow to clear everything up and get the boy ready or we take him by force" the man who looked to be the boss in the group said, without evening a goodbye he and his men walked out of the house. My mum gave a relieved sigh before walking over to me.

"Okay mum explain" I slumped against the chair waiting for my mum to tell me DAFUQ IS GOING ON.

Walking over to me, she pulled up a chair and sat in front of me "Okay it all began when I was 17 when I heard the news that I was going to have a baby, you in fact. When I told my parents they automatically kicked me out after finding out that it was your real dad who I was pregnant for, they hated the fact that he was a foreign man as well. My mother was half Chinese and half Korean whereas father was fully Korean they said they were upset at me and that I was a disgrace to the family and to our ancestors. That it’s wrong and whatever they said it was painful hearing my parents bombarded me with insults"

Well that's cruel, no wonder I have no clue who my grandparents are.

"Your dad was 19, two years older than me. He didn't have a mom or dad or any siblings for a matter of fact he had no one. His parents died when he was 16, and he was an only child so no one to run to. He live by himself till I moved in with him. Feeding more than one person was hard, especially when he wasn't earning enough from his job, but we managed up until I was about a few weeks pregnant and your dad lost his job, he tried for so long to look for another but nothing. No one wanted to hire"

My mum sighed as she tried to compose herself. "I was now four months going to five months pregnant when your dad decided to borrow some money from some people. I told him not to but he said that he can pay them back no matter what and that I shouldn't worry everything will be okay, I wanted to believe it but I was just too afraid, he borrowed not a lot of money at that time just enough for us to survive and for him to be able to pay back. If I remember he borrowed a thousand dollars I think I don't really remember. Anyways we kept the money and your father still tried to look for a job but still nothing. When I was 6 months pregnant due to stress I ended up going into an early labor it was so hard, I was so scared I thought I was going to lose you"

I don't know why but I felt guilty, it’s my fault she went through so much. I hate to see my mother cry.

"We had to use most of the money to try and take care of you and to pay for medical and hospital bills, I didn't want to lose you. You were so tiny, and very sickly I had to make sure I didn't lose my baby."

She held both my hands in hers "Months flew by and we were slowly running out of money and have been kicked out of the hospital, cruel I know but we couldn't do anything. It was our choice to pick such an expensive hospital but we wanted the best for you to make sure you are healthy. A year went by we were doing okay, your dad had found a job and we managed to pay back all the money. But it was getting harder by the day, your dad lost yet another job when you turned around two then and just when he had finished paying the money back as well. We almost lost the house, we almost lost everything because we were slowly running out of money. You had just turned three when the people your dad borrowed money from paid us a visit, I remember hiding with you sleeping in my arms, we were hid in my bedroom as your dad tried to negotiate with them because he said he wanted to borrow another batch of money just for the time being, I tried to tell him no, that I don't think its save this time especially when it over the price that we can afford. After some time your dad came back up to the room. He look so stressed out he told me we were okay and that they are giving us the money as well as more time.