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I make my way down the hallway following behind Ethan. My heart beats harder after every step, and I think, I am going to die. He will kill me, or my baby. Many scenarios played in my head, and it drove me crazy not knowing how things will turn out. Ethan stops at the hotel room my mom was staying at. He gestures me to open the door sighing. He knew he would end up the only child once I enter the room.
I walk into the lightly dimmed living room where my destiny awaits. My mother sits on the arm of the luxury white chair where my father sat, scotch in hand and head facing down. I walk up slowly and stop in place.
"Take a seat." He growls, and I follow his demand.
I sit on the opposite end of him, on the cushioned coffee table. "P-Papi, I can explain-" I stutter, and he looks up at me. He places down his drink on the end table beside him and purses his lips.
"I am disappointed mija. How could you be so careless? You had a future, now that must change." He yells at me.
"Oh relax Emmanuel, she can always abort the thing." Our mother scoffs.
"Absolutely not " He barks at her. "Not having this conversation with you over a decade ago again." He says, and she shuts up. Ethan and I look at each other in shock. That fucking bitch. She crosses her arms and looks away with an attitude.
"Pa, I'm really sorry. I know I should have been more careful." I plead, and he holds my hand.
"Does the father know?" He asks.
"N-no, he doesn't." I look away. I look back up to my father, now standing, and I could feel what was going to take place next. He swings his hand and my face whips to the right. I feel a stinging pain on the side of my face. I start to wimp, and he growls walking away. I grab my face and start to cry softly. Ethan scurries next to me checking on my face.
"Emmanuel!" My mother shrieks and hits him repeatedly. "Don't ever lay a hand on her!"
"Guillermo, get the jet ready. I'm ready to leave." Pa says adjusting his suit looking in the mirror. He walks over to me, and I look up. "You will be staying with your mother in New York. You can attend school there if you like. Your time in Chicago is done." He sternly says.
"Why can't I attend school in Chicago Polytechnic?!" I bark, and Ethan closes his eyes taking a deep breath.
"It was a mistake having you two coming here; it was my mistake to trust Carlos with the business. If I hadn't this wouldn't happen, you wouldn't end up involved with a guy like Phillip."
"A guy like Lip?! Stop talking about him like you're so much better than him! What happened to giving him a chance?!" I stand up to him.
