Oliva's POV
"Shhhhh my sweet baby, why are you crying?" My mother tried to act strong like nothing was wrong
"What shall I do now mom! Why does this have to be happening?" I could not hold my tears back
"What happened?" My mother was very good at acting
"I'm pregnant mom.. those bastards got me pregnant, I don't even know who my child's father is" I wished it was a dream.. my mother's acting skills betrayed her and she started crying loudly even surpassing my voice
"Please calm down.." Nickson followed us and placed his hands on our shoulders to calm us down
"I'm going to abort it.." I was determined
"The doctor said it is impossible!" My mother could not stop crying
"I'm going to kill myself.. I'm really going to di.." I could not finish the sentence, my head started pounding as usual but I was not used to the pain. I shouted so loudly and covered my ears I rolled all over the bed searching for relief luckily the doctor entered with the pain killers and forced them into my mouth. After some few minutes, I went back to my normal condition and wanted to leave the hospital
"Mom I need to leave here please.." I pleaded
"We are leaving soon, but promise me that you'll not cry again" She pleaded
"I'll try my best not to cry mom" I assured her and she hugged me.
Before we left, the doctor followed us in the room to give us some instructions
"Miss Oliva .. you are soon becoming a mother, congratulations" He smiled at me but I didn't show any appreciation to his happiness.. "I have some few important instructions to make.. are you listening?"
"I'm listening" I answered not sure if I was really listening
"You should minimize or completely stop using the medication that you've previously been using. I mean the painkillers and the sleeping pills and other unacceptable stuff for a pregnant woman like alcohol and smoking, eat your food at the right time, get sound sleep and escape from anything that could hurt your feelings.. do you understand?" He asked
"Ye... yes" I was not even following
"Good" He appreciated but the disbelief was evident on his face
After giving us the instructions and the medication I had to be using, we left the hospital. I had not talked to Nickson for some hours and he looked sad that he made me feel guilty for my quietness
"Thank you for everything Nick" I smiled at him as we entered his car
"It is nothing, really nothing.. I'm glad I helped" He answered happily like he didn't expect that from me
"I need to buy some vegetables, can you drop me at the market?" I asked
"Anything for you!" He replied
Did he just say anything for me!! What was happening to Nickson was unexplainable. He could not spend two complete minutes without glancing to my direction, he could never dare to say no to my request and he took me seriously and with speciality but I didn't give it too much of the thought, we passed by the market and he ordered me to stay in the car as he left to buy vegetables and other stuff..
"Nickson is so loving.." My mother said something that left my mouth open
"You think so?" I was not sure of what I was supposed to answer
"I like him.." She nailed
"I.." Before I replied, Nickson came back. I helped him to carry the stuff he was carrying and we started going back home.
Oliva's mom POV
I could not handle how bad I felt for my daughter.. how she was going to raise a child who she doesn't know the father and she will have to raise the child alone and lonely. I thought she needed to be happy and the more I thought about it, Nickson came to my head as the right person all the time. I needed to see my daughter falling in love because she was too busy dealing with stuffs older than her and she forgot about her age and needs, after all Nickson's eyes were in love with my daughter.. I could tell how he looked at her, his eyes were hungry.. so hungry but I adored every part of it
"Have you eaten Nick?" He was with the both of us all the time but I asked anyway
"No mom" He responded
Oliva's POV
"How can he eat when we were together at the hospital all the time?" I asked my mother forcing myself not to laugh because my she was trying to bring up a story which was evident
"Please come and join us today.. Oliva and I will cook" She smiled. Lord! What is wrong with her
"Am I welcomed Oliva?" He smiled at me
"Of course yes!" I snapped from my thoughts
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FIVE SCARS OF OLIVA
Teen FictionFive scars of Oliva is an African story of a girl named Oliva. She comes from a poor background and she is very eager to get good life. She lives her life going through a series of happy and sad moments some of which mark great scars in her heart. T...
