"Are you okay?" I asked desperately when I saw her leave the room so quickly and enter the bathroom. I stood at the door listening while she vomited nonstop.
Panic washed over me. What's happening to her? Is that what I am thinking? Last night she didn't want to drink anything, I thought it was strange, but she told me she didn't want to drink because she wasn't feeling well, and just wanted to go home.
When we arrived she just wanted to go to bed. And now - 6:47 am - she is locked in the bathroom.
***
After forty minutes, she came out of the bathroom all disheveled and very pale. I just wanted to know what was going on with her:
"Are you alright? What's happening?"
"Let's sit there." She pointed to the living room couch.
We sat down, and then she said to me:
"I'm pregnant."
My suspicion was confirmed. I do not know what face I made, because immediately she said to me:
"You don't have to worry about anything. It was my carelessness. I confused the return date to the gynecologist for the contraceptive application. I should have told you, but I thought it wouldn't happen so easily. I'm sorry."
I was totally not sure what to do or say. Gradually, I was returning to normal, and I could say:
"It's not just your fault. I should have been careful, too, if one can speak of fault. I apologize for my reaction, I didn't expect it."
I never thought that one day I could or would like to be a father. Not with my past: an absent father, always with the excuse of having too much work; a drug-addicted mother, she was away from home for days, sometimes even weeks, and I had to get by myself — taking care of the house, going to school, eating my food, all by myself.
I had all the chances to do everything wrong, to relate to the wrong people.
I made friends with the worst people, but a teacher noticed that I had the potential to get rid of them and become a professional designer. So I started taking extra drawing classes after school every day. I started making drawings to sell, and with the money I supported myself most of the time. And so, I was moving away from those "friends".
***
Sitting on the living room couch yet, I said:
"We'll have him or have her and we'll make sure nothing goes wrong." I smiled at her. "I'm going to take a shower."
She smiled and said:
"I'm going back to the bedroom and get some rest." She smiled, but her face looked pretty tired.
***
While showering, other memories came over me...
"What do you draw so much?", my mother asked me with the slurred voice and the distant look, it seemed she was not there.
"I'm making some drawings for a newspaper and magazine that my teacher has arranged for me."
I do not think she even heard what I said, she was so high on drugs that she just sat on the living room couch and leaned her head against the back, and slept.
Later that day my father arrived after two months away from home. Seeing my mother's condition, he screamed, shouted, nearly pulled his hair out, and threatened my mother to leave for good.
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When I met you
RomanceA girl convinced she was born to love and be loved. A boy trying to forget the past, only this way he will love and be loved. A story that shows two people after their love story.
