Beautiful End

What's goes up

Sometimes life pulls us back a little, sometimes we get everything we want and  better still other times it gives us rules to go by. Only the fittest pass the test.
The most painful thing about betrayal is that it never comes from your enemies. The hardest thing one would have to face is watching someone you so dearly loved and cared for walk away without a second glance, the feeling is like a sharp knife cutting through your chest slowly and painfully until it tore you apart into shreds of useless flesh.

Its been two months since the steaming encounters with Elvis, for sometime, we were both inseparable and I lived for the moment when he would come pick me up , so he and I could head home together, which most of the time ended both of us in the same bed.  

I know you would be thinking that things went on smoothly after that night after dinner where he dragged me to his bedroom after I had teased  him at the table causing him to almost choke on his food.
I wish I could say the same. I wish I could tell you that we lived happily ever after , but apparently nothing lasts  forever.

It was one Wednesday,  on a chilling September night, we both had skipped work, calling in sick because I told Elvis there was something important we needed to discuss.
I had unveiled the news to him , somehow waiting for his priceless reaction,  but instead he stood up as if I had cut his oxygen supply and kept walking back and forth as if I had just dropped a bombshell on him.

He looked me fiercely in the eyes and screamed , demanding for me to tell him the father of the bastard I was carrying in my womb.
How time flies, and how promises made are soon forgotten in the heat of the moment.
I had known no man except him, I cried as I tried to let him know this but he just shoved me aside and went up the stairs , each footstep he took wrenching my heart apart.

He returned a moment earlier and just went through the door without a word and banged the door as he went.
I placed my head in my palms and shed tears of pain and lost.
This was what I was scared of, rejection by the man I had given everything to.

My virginity, my dreams, everything and now that he had everything,  he just wanted to toss everything away. I felt like a used doll. I mean I didn't deserve any of this,I gave him my everything all for what?.
As I cried, I remembered all the times I tried to kidnap him, maybe I should have handed him to the people wanting him after all.
I cried and cried until no more tears would come out. And until my eyelid became heavy and I passed out on the couch.

It might have been hours, I do not know but I was woken by the feel of fabric on my skin and I opened an eye to meet Elvis mom's gaze.
"You okay kid?", she asked as worried lines creased her brow as she realised my puffy and red eyes.
"What did he do?", she suddenly asked as I broke down there and then, narrating to her amidst tears and hiccups.
She listened quietly without interrupting, when I  was done she hugged me as she patted my back reassuringly.
"You know,I think he needs time to come into terms that he's gonna be a father soon, I know my son, he's  a responsible guy and he will sooner or later come back to you ", she said as she got up and left me to myself.

I took what she said into consideration and hoped with all my heart that it would be so.
And now it's two months now and am two months and a few weeks pregnant and Elvis was still not around.  He had bought his own apartment after his mom confronted him about his actions some months ago and moved out in anger.
My Dad was so disappointed in me and didn't speak to me for sometime, but eventually  he came around.
Those times were times that I felt like life was not worth living anymore but Elvis's mom always had something to say to keep me going.

She went with me to the hospital for  antinental care and even when I went out to choose clothes for my unborn baby.
For months, I lived like this, and grew fat with each passing day until soon I was in my third month at this point when I couldn't do anything.
Sometimes Dad assisted me or Elvis's mom did.
She made sure I had everything and was always by moe , infact she treated me like one of her daughters. Her daughters also came around to check up on me once in a while and I loved their company as much as their moms.

They brought me tons and tons of baby clothes and since my baby's sex was assumed to be a boy per the result given by the scan I took at the hospital,  they bought toys and other boyish stuff that every child would like, Including babies.
In the end, my room looked like Disney land reloaded.
I was happy the way things were, however , I just prayed that Elvis  will come to his senses soon enough and not mess things up too late.
I headed to the bedroom and sat on the bed as I rested my tired belly.
A girl needed her rest and that's just what I planned on doing.

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