Gifted with Greed (#2 Deadly Sins)

Chapter 6

6- All the others

Georgia had left to go pick up her brother from the airport, leaving me with my mum, who was only just getting out of bed.

"Hey Sinda?!" She yelled down the hall. "What's the time? My clock's broken." She appeared around the corner, wearing a dressing gown and pink, bunny slippers. The pregnancy was really wearing her out, there were bags under her eyes and most of the food she ate didn't stay down for long. It was no wonder she hadn't successfully given birth. She was three months into the pregnancy and I could see a small bump on her stomach through her robe.

"Ahhh... It's almost one." I said, twisting around so I could see the clock behind my head. "Do you want anything to eat? You sit down and I'll get something for you." I was already halfway to the kitchen when I realised that she was way too quiet. "Are you okay?" She was staring out the window, but her eyes had glazed over and she wasn't blinking.

Suddenly she refocused and turned to look at me. "Do you think I should get an abortion?" Whoa... Where did that come from? "I've been thinking about it a lot lately. I know that the chances of the baby living are practically none and I don't want him to suffer..." She trailed off, lost in thought.

"It would be better, for both of you, but if you don't want to you no one's forcing you." I'm horrible at these kinds of things I never no want to say.

I looked back up at mum, she stared at me with a blank face, not quite comprehending what I was saying, so I tried simplifying it. "Do you want to?" As understanding washed over her she  went pale and panic flashed in her eyes.

"NO NO NO! I don't want to kill him! Why would I do that?! He's my baby. Why would you ask me that?"
"You just asked me if I thought you should get a..." I couldn't bring myself to say it.

Mum's brow pinched in confusion. "Did I?"
"Yeah, like two minutes ago."
"I... I don't remember that."
"Maybe you should go back to bed. I'll bring you in something to eat."
"Thank you so much Sinda. I don't know what I'd do without you." The sincerity in her eyes touched me. It felt nice to be needed.

She looked so frail, like if I breathed too hard she'd fall to pieces. In the past few weeks she had grown more and more dependant on me. I was beginning to get worried, if someone reported her I would have to got back to the orphanage, because with dad gone we didn't have enough money to get someone to take care of me and by law I was too young to take care of myself.

She had become unable to take care of me. Just like all the others.