It's been a year since titanic sinked. Martina is now living alone in New York with her 3-month-old daughter Maya. Jorge is the dad, and he's dead.
But, is he really dead?...
It's been a week since I found out that I was pregnant. I haven't told Jorge yet. I'm too nervous to tell him. Only Lodo and my mom knows.
I'm not ready to tell him. I'm so scared. What if he hates me? Or leave me?
Jorge sat on the couch with his phone in his hands. I didn't want him to see me because he had always asked me questions like: "why are you acting so weird?", "are you hiding anything?", "what's the matter?" And things like that. I sneaked down from the stairs. When I was downstairs I sneaked quietly behind him. When I was just about to go to the kitchen he turned around. I hided me behind the wall.
"Martina" he said and went to me.
"What are you doing?" He asked
"Uh, I was just going to the kitchen to get uh... Water."
He stood in front of me with his arms crossed.
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(Ignore Clement on the pic, haha)
"You are hiding something"
"Why do you think that?"
"Because you've been acting weird in a week now. So tell me, what's the matter?"
"Jorge-"
"No, tell me"
"Uh, I was just going to the k-kitchen to get water, do you have a p-problem with that?"
"The truth Martina"
Oh, the first time he actually called me Martina for a while.
"But I'm not hiding anything-"
"You're lying" he said
"No I'm not"
"Yes you are"
"Jorge stop I'm not ly-" I said but he interrupted me.
"Uh I can't stand you" he said and went.
I'm so stupid, what have I done? Ugh I hate myself.
I knew I was right all the time. I knew he'd hate me. I should've told him before.
I went out to the pool. I sat down on a chair with my phone in my hands. I checked Instagram snapchat and everything.
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I looked at the time, it was 10 PM. I was still laying on the chair. It was dark outside so I decided to go in. When I went to the door and was about to open it, the door was locked. What the? Why did Jorge lock the door? I knocked on the window, but no-one opened. I looked inside and no-one was there. It was dark there so Jorge and maya were upstairs. I tried to call Jorge but he didn't answer. I went to another door and tried to open it but of course the door was locked. Is Jorge really that mad? So, I think I've to sleep outside tonight. Fun!? No not at all. It's cold and it's pretty scary. I laid down on the chair again and took my legs inside my shirt. So I was laying like a meatball on the chair. I had tears in my eyes and I was shaking because it was so cold.
"Does he really hate me that much?" I said to myself and cried my eyes out.
