|Knocked Down|

CHAPTER 30

"Veronica, you are pregnant."

"Is that a question? No, I'm not." I retorted back, how can they let out something like that.

"Mrs Veronica, they aren't fibbing. You are two months expectant." Said the doc. Altogether the colours of my skin flowed away. What will I tell dad? Moreover, the biggest concern was.

Who is the father?

I eyed  Derry. He was smiling. Why in the hell is smiling at me like he is the papa of this kid?

"We did the DNA test, Ron. Dereck is the father, "Fermiga announced and this time her sights were blurry. Is she mad? Why is she sobbing? Why is she actually here in the first place?

Pause a moment. How dare Derry could do that to us? He confirmed the identity of an unborn. What if the kid wasn't his? Oh god, they could have aborted and I wouldn't even remember.

am I mad? Oh yeah, I'm like literally mad.

I can't be a mother at 19, but I won't even abort the child.

Oh! Why do I have always a soft niche for kids? But this time it is my child, a life inside me.

It wants to see the world. It wants to see me and its father.

No, I won't let this child suffer the exact pain through which I had to go.

I will carry this child to its existence.

I'm mad at Derry, like a lot. How could he do that?

"Say something, Ron are you mad?" asked Derry. No bitch, of course, I'm.

"Yes, what if the child wasn't yours? You would have aborted it. I wouldn't even know that I'm here because I'm pregnant. Did you doubt me DERRY?" I roared as my eyes were blurry. Actually, I was disturbed at first who could be the father though, but I'm mad at Derry. Whatever he can't run a DNA test like that.

Derry hugged me again, I began to repeal myself from him but he soothed my back and Fermiga too caressed my shoulder.

"Don't assume like that Ron, I love you both. Even if the child wasn't mine, I would never destroy it. I'm not that inhumane. I was confused." Derry mumbled rocking us as we both were weeping.

"Ron, the file required father's name and so they asked for the blood samples to know if we were fabricating or not as they recognised us, we are still teens, please understand," Fermiga explained.

"I'm going home. Leave me now. I don't want to see you both." I only wanted my dad now nothing else.

"I'll drop you home come." Said, Derry.

I glared at him with my bloodshot eyes. Obviously, I was insane at that peak moment.

"Fucking leave, me alone, please. I don't want you, get LOST." I screamed on his face and I could sense the anger building in him too. So what I was fuming with anger too.

"Fucking listen to me." Derry grabbed my hand and we turned on to exit the clinic. This crackhead won't leave me alone, Why did I fell for him GODD?

On the way, he halted and manoeuvred behind me and grabbed my halter top's straps and hooked them.

I was too exhausted to shout or argue as I remained calm and let him tie.

He halted Infront of my house and opened the door for me. I just rolled my gazes and hastily took a speed towards the entrance but he grabbed my hand and pulled me tight to him.

"It is the last time I'm saying leave me, you bastard." I hissed at him.

He rested his palm over my tiny tummy "Dad will come to see you and mom tomorrow. Goodnight sweetheart." This asshole.

I felt something on my finger. I titled my palm and saw a very cute solitaire ring possibly a diamond. I was shocked at first, then disgust crammed in me and I stirred to peel off it and toss it on his face.

"Don't do that Ron, anyway I was going to propose you at the Radisson's today, but you got unconscious and made my day with this wonderful news. Now don't declare that you would have rejected me. I feel you have a sea crowded with feelings for me. So, protect it. It suits you." With that, he left.

My eyes were feeling deep they wanted to cry out but they preferred to remain strong at the same moment. I loved him, but someplace I am yet mad at him.

I prefer to inform this to dad.

I reached his room and he was operating on the laptop. I bunked next to the empty spot on the mattress.

"How was the graduation party?" Dad inquired. God, how would I tell him?

"Dad, it was incredible," I conceded. Nervous.

"I need to tell you something." We both proclaimed at the same time. We both were astounded.

"You first, Dad," I said preparing my anxiety to begin to be a little delayed.

"It has been 10 years Ron, since the blast. This time I wish you to visit New York with me. I want to show my wife and daughter how grown-up is now our Veronica." Dad let out and wrath was burning me up.

"The reply is always no dad; you know dad, how bad I feel about this topic and the terrific mockery is that for whom I glowed the candles is fresh and alive," I clarified shaking my head.

"I knew it was a waste, come on what is it that you have to say?" asked dad.

Oh, what would be his response?

"D-Dad I'm two months pregnant." His eyes came out the sockets and his attention was now completely on me.

"Dad if you don't appreciate I can abort it," I said discreetly hoping that he wouldn't say that but here we are talking about parents. DUH!

"What how can you even say that? Is this how I nourished you? It's your misstep that you are pregnant. What did that naive life do? I can't accept this. Who is the father may I know?" he yelled at me as if I cursed him.
But he has the right to to shout after all what was I foreseeing a grand party?

"D-Dad its Dereck Williamson and he is very optimistic though." I mumbled shrugging my shoulders.

"Ah, let me see that kid tomorrow. We need to discuss some further arrangements. He may be happy or not you are my daughter after all." Dad confessed angrily.

"Dad are you mad? I'll do anything to make it up to you but assure me you would respect our decision with our baby." I let out pleading to him.

"Why should I cooperate with you, when you can't fulfil a wish of your Oldman." He said as if we were having a contract.

"Ok, I'll come with you Dad." My dad's face lit up but at the same time he looked helpless.Did I failed him as his daughter? What was it this much easy to open up to Dad? I guessed today I would be wandering around the alleys without food and all. Basically, I thought I would be disowned.

"Dad, aren't you mad at me?" I inquired him just in case.

"Would please take off to your room Ron, I'm having a headache." I stared at him, what did I even expect; he would act natural like earlier. I let him be on his own.

I retreated to my room and slept there with a thousand reflections about my odds.
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