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Veronica's POV

"Hey baby, wake up. We're almost there." I was awakened by the soft voice of my mom. We are on our way to our new house, basically it's my step father. My mom decided to move in with James. They're dating more than a year from now. I don't know how to react and feel about it, but I just put it back of my mind because I know that my mom deserves to be happy after what happened to my dad. Oh my dad...

I missed him so much. Even though we had just spent a short time with each other. I know my mom loved dad so much... but I know that she needs someone to love her, not the way that I do, but someone like James.

My thoughts are interrupted by the car's honking and then I realised that we are finally already at James' house.

I jumep out in the car to start getting our things from the compartment. James came out of the house and walk towards to my mom as they hugged and kissed each other. They look sweet. Ugh, i seriously don't know.

My eyes drifted from James and mom  to a tall boy with a purple dyed hair. His skin was so pale. His lips was so red. I look away as he catches my glaze. He is now walking towards where I am.

"Hey." He greeted me with a genuine smile on his face. "can I help you with those?"

I nodded. "Yeah.. sure.." he help me to get the things out of the car's compartment. James approaches us.

"Oh Veronica!" I turned to him. He hugs me."You're always so beautiful... like your mom."

I smiled to him. "Thanks." I timidly answer him. I was just about to continue to get the bags when James talk again.

"Don't bother to do that, darling. Me and Michael will take care of it. Go inside with your mom." so the white boy  name is Michael. Is he the son of James? They don't have any common features. But i don't really give a shit. I'm hungry.

"Okay." I look at Michael before heading inside the house.

When I got inside, my eyes scanned the living room to find my mom. There is no one in there. Maybe she is on the kitchen, cooking something. Oh.. food. My stomach growl because of the hunger that I feel. i haven't eaten lunch and it's almost five in the afternoon. Life without food sucks.

I sit down on the couch staring at the pictures on the side table on the living room. There were pictures of James and a boy with him which is maybe Michael. They look so happy at that moment. I continue to look more at the pictures. My eyes caught a picture of a beautiful woman. She looked like Michael. This woman was surely the mother of Michael and the first wife of James. The woman's eyes are same of Michael's. The lips that so red in color. They have the same features.

"She's my mom. She died after giving birth of me." Michael said. I didn't notice him. He sat down next to me and buried his face on his hands.

"Oh." I don't know how to respond. "I'm sorry..." He looked at me and smile shyly.

"No, no. It's okay. I have again now." He leaned down at the couch and stared at the ceiling. There is  an awkward silence between us after the conversation.

"I-I'll go to the kitchen." I sit up without looking to him. I feel uncomfortable and starving.

I headed up to the kitchen and saw my mom cooking something. Her back was facing me so she didn't notice me.

"Hey." I said quietly. She turned to face me. She smiled.

"Hey honey. Are you already hungry? I haven't finished cooking yet." She said as she put some spices into the sauce pan and stir it. I'm sure that she is making some sauce for the pasta that was on the side of the table.

"No...uhm..honestly yes. I haven't eaten lunch yet." I looked around to find some food to eat. I grab an apple. "Can I have this? I'm starving to death." I did not wait for her answer. I bite the apple. It taste sweet. Of course. It is an apple.

Mom turned to face me. She smiles and then slightly frown. She looked at me.

"Veronica. I hope that this new house, new faces, new air to breath, new surroundings will help you to forget....the past." She smiles. Here we go again with this issue. She always keep bringing the past. I don't want to think about that again. I'm so sick of it. I look at her. Not knowing what to answer for the hundredth time.

"Mom. I'm done with that. How many times should I tell you that I don't want to talk over again that past of mine?" I slightly shouted. I don't want her to feel bad right now. But I can't help it. Why on the first place she will brought that again?

"Look...mom. I've already got over with that. I wish that you won't keep bringing up that past again." I throw the remaining apple to the trash. "I'll go to my room. I don't want to eat anymore." I left my mom in the kitchen without a word from here. I know that she is now crying.

I walked to the living room. I expected Michael there but I found James sitting on the couch.

"Uhm.. James. Can you tell me where is my room? I feel sick." I lied. He sat up and looked at me.

"Are you alright? Do you want some medicine?" He asked worriedly.

"No. I just want to sleep." I snapped. He nodded. He walks to the hallway and instruct me to follow him. He stopped at the front of a door on the right.

"This is your room. All your things are there." I nodded. "Don't hesitate to ask me if you need something. Go, get some rest. I know your tired." James smiled at me. I smiled back.

I open the door. I don't have the strength to unpack my things and clothes. I lay on my new bed. And my mind drifted back on the past....

I opened my eyes and found my self lying on a bed. Where am I? I look around and I realise that I was in a hospital room because of the nurses that walk by outside my room. I sat up immediately but stopped because I feel dizzy as my head began to pound. The hurt kills me. Why am I in the hospital? The door opens and Marcus came in.

"Why am I here Marcus?" I ask him immediately as he sat down beside me on the hospital bed. I can see some bruises in his face. And suddenly I remembered what just happened. Marcus open his mouth to answer me but i snapped him.

"Is my baby okay?!" I asked shouting. My hands came to my stomach to feel my baby in there as I hope that it is okay. Not hurt, still there....

We had a car accident last night. Marcus was the one who is driving. He is drunk. He came from a party with his friends that I came there to take him home. I insisted to be the one to drive but he disagreed. On the way we had an argument about my pregnancy. I told him that I'm pregnant but he wanted an abortion. I want to keep the baby but he doesn't.

He forgot that he is driving and suddenly a car bursts in front of us...I don't know what happened after.

"Listen Veron..." He hold my hand and continue, "You miscarriaged the baby because of the accident." His voice cracks, "I-im sorry...it's my fault...I'm sorry..." He finally cry.

I can feel the tears flowing down my cheeks. I felt numb. I felt guilt, grieving, shocked, disbelief. It's all devastating. I want my baby...

....back.