CHAPTER 19

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The moment I get home I lock my door and head straight to bed. I hug my pillow tight and release all the pain I have endured today.

I try so hard not to relive  Justine's cruel words but they ring louder than a siren.

I never was the  one to trust anyone and when Justine came along I felt at ease with him. I never thought I'd see the day when he'll use  my weaknesses to bring me down.

We all know these people are not very enthusiastic about you.

Your mum treats you like crap.

It's true, it's all true.....but to hear these words coming from someone who vowed to stand by you hurt like hell. To say I feel stupid is an understatement.

I don't care how heart broken he was, he had no right to say those things to me. I hate him!

Take your pathetic sorry pregnant self back to your boyfriend and leave me the hell alone.

I can't believe I ever loved that opportunist. Never again will I stoop that low. Justine juma is dead to me and so is his freaking baby.

I rummage through  my purse for my phone and dial Amanda's number, I wipe my tear streaked face while I wait for her to pick up.

"Hey, Scarlett what's up?"

"Amanda, I'm going to do it. I want it done as soon as possible." I say my voice devoid of all emotions.

"Really?" She sounds surprised.

"Yeah can we have it done tomorrow ?"

"We are gonna have to talk to the doctor first. How about I pick you up at around 8."

"Done...., amanda? "

"Yeah?"

"Thanks." I say realising it's a miracle she came to my aid.

"No problemo.....sis before dicks remember.  It's gonna be fine scar don't sweat it."

I smile and hung up the phone. I'm going to get rid of it and erase this stupid chapter in my life. It's going to be like Justine never existed.

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I walk through the park  trying to clear my head. I had to leave the house early to avoid any suspicions from Maria. My eyes are still swollen because I cried almost all night. Sleep evaded me and by morning time I was worn out not to mention irritating nausea.

The sooner I get rid of it the better.

A young lady who must be in a her late twenties passes by me. She's holding a baby wrapped in a pink blanket and a pink baby bag. A sock falls from the babies leg but she keeps on going not realising it. I pick the sock and run over to her.

"Hey miss, you dropped something."

She looks back at me confused but when I show her the sock she smiles and thanks me.

"Thank you so much, this keeps happening a lot. Vivian's feet are too tiny to hold on to a sock."

"It's ok, how old is she." I ask intrigued as to how can a foot be that tiny.

"Three weeks though she was born one month early. Could you help me put it on dear?" She asks.

"Sure."

She takes a sit on one of the park seats.  My heart clenches when I see the tiny baby squinting her eyes because of the light.

"Wow, she's beautiful." I say caressing her face with the back of my  finger.

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