One Fortunate Mistake [ Bruno Mars ]

Chapter Three

Chapter Three
Ride or Die

"Who's the father? Seriously now Daya. I have no time for gags right now," mom grimace.

They took a day leave but tomorrow they're going back to the field again.

"I already told you. I'm telling the truth," I whined still unsure If I'm going to show them my video featuring me their daughter getting shagged.

God! What am I even thinking?!

"You want proof? Here's a photo," I say showing them the selfie that I took with him while he's sleeping.

"Stop this nonsense!" She says.

Dad takes my phone and looks at the picture in disbelief. I mean I can't blame her, in our generation technology does takes over.

I'm kinda guilty for photoshopping myself with Bruno for tumblr but that was when I was 16. Two years isn't that far from now.

"We picked her up to a 5 star hotel, but she never really said anything that makes sense afterwards," dad says. "Maybe she's telling the truth."

"I believe her," Jake says. "Daya's pretty bad at lying It's funny how you guys didn't suspect that much when we picked her up last week. Seriously her excuse is pretty–hmm." Jake chuckles then my parents shot him a look and he stiffens.

"I already told you the story three times in a row. I don't make up stories. Maybe I lied once, but why would I lie now? For what reason? I'm already caught why would I hide something," I huffed my gaze went on the floor.

We're just running in circles now.

My parents sighed in chorus.

"What now? What're you going to do with the baby? You can't raise a child without a father," Mom says she massaged her temples and put her glasses down.

"I know." I say.

I have something planned. This kid is not growing up without a father. I can't.

I excused myself and ran up to my room. I called the the last number that texted me. The unknown number. Please answer.

This is my third time calling. Hoping I'll get in touch with him now, the time zone sucks. I hate It.

"Hello?" A guy groggily says on the other line, oh he just woke up.

"Sorry uhm, did I woke you?" I asked.

I sat on my bed waiting for a reply, his breathing takes over.

Then he speaks again. "Uhm, no look miss maybe you called the wrong—" but before he can speak again I cut him off instant.

"No, no. Bruno, It's me. The girl you–the girl you—"should I use that term? What the heck am I supposed to say? Think Daya! "Wait, you remember your tour on Manila? I know you're extremely busy because you've got this tour going but I really—I-I mean we need to talk okay? In person."

I sound like a madman, or plain desperate. This is pathetic. Now I'm wallowing in self-pitty.

"Ok.. I really think you got the wrong number miss—" I cut him before he could even hang up.

"No. Bruno! We have to talk or else." I threatened.

"Or?" he asks.

There was a voice of a girl at the background, which got me really pissed instantly.

"Your sex tape will go through the net by midnight If you don't give me what I want and when I mean talk? Talk in person. Just so you know? If I'm trolling, why would I waste my time calling. Why would I waste my dime for this phone call. Take this as a threat Bruno."