Chapter 2

A BASTARD I cannot bear to look my father in the eye again. The scorching heat of his breathing on the side of my face is cogent evidence of how enraged he is right now. My eyes are pools of tears. My nose is all red from blowing it. My eyes are puffy from all the crying and I am certain that they are sore red. And my head is a whirlwind of emotions. The shame I am feeling right now is immeasurable. I wish the ground would open up and swallow me right now. At least I would escape this shame. I know I messed up big time. Believe me, it wasn't my intention, because I know just how much my family’s icon and repute mean to us all. But how was I supposed to know that I loved a heartless, shameless, dickhead who did not love me at all? How was I supposed to know that he was only after this cursed thing between my legs? I know,ooh I know. I saw the red flags, right? But don’t they say that each demon has it’s own angle that can even change it? Well, I believed I was that angel. I bore with all the mockery and insults of dating the bad boy. I felt and believed I was the right one for him. I was his angel and he was by beast. The start was all good. Actually everything in the short term of our relationship was life in heaven. He was termed a dangerous guy but in his arms I felt as safe as I have never felt even in the confines of this beautiful De’Mario family. He took me to the moon with his bad boy romance and even to cloud nine. But the pregnancy happened, and in a blink of an eye, he ruthlessly pulled me from the haven he had brought me into and mercilessly slammed me to the ugly, unforgiving ground. He embarssed me, insulted me, and even sput on my face. The horrible insulted he threw to my face will haunt me forever. That is just to say the least. Actually, that is not even it at all. The bittersweet of this all is how he used me, made a perfect fool of my self, took away my pride and dignity, and then when he had had enough of it all, he spit me out like a stinking strash! Like a was some worthless whore! You should have seen how disgustingly looked at me, and how every one laughed at me when he told me to go to hell with my pregnancy. Even sympathy itself would have stung deep at that precise moment, so you can’t begin to imagine how all the mockery felt to me from all those bitches he had been and those who were waiting for my time with him to raprure so that they can have him. It was suffocating. To a point that I almost collapsed due to the lack of air. If I didn’t run away from that horrible scene, I would have died of shame and all the screams of the insults and mockery. “Just what have you done, sis?” My mind is brough back my the voice the holy Mary, my younger sister, Grace. I turn to her as she speaks, her image so vague that I had blink out some tears to make it a little bit clear, “I always warned you about that guy, but you didn't listen. See now what you have done to us. How will people see us from now on? How will we even face society with this shame?” Yeah. She warned me. Countless times, freaking yes! And, ooh, yeah, I did not listen to her too. How was I supposed to go against the desires of my heart? I was in love, you know. Can nobody really undertand that fact alone and cut me some slack? I fell in love, did what I did, got pregnant and got rejceted in the most worst way. People fall and raise again, right? It is never a crime to fall in love, right? Or is it? But on a sixth sense, I think I appreciate her jeering and my father’s rancor more than the mutism of my mother. She has not uttered a word since I broke the news to them minutes ago. Only God knows what she thinks of me, but I just wish she could at least say a word. Her silence hurts more than anything. It is cutting through mu shattered heart like a sharp sword against the human flesh. Her cold face, which has always been illuninaring with warmth, speaks volumes. She is more than ashamed of me. “Then at least tell me that you have a plan out of this mess and save us from the embarrassment of being the talk of the nation, Ayana,” I tunr to my father’s low yet harsh tone. “We cannot afford that! I refuse to have my first stain on the name that I have spent all my years building and protecting. You will not be the first person to stain my name and legacy, Ayana Salma! So, what do you plan to do with that bastard in your womb?” His words slap me like a tidal wave, hanging in my head like a heavy cloud and leaving me hanging in disbelief! Wait a minute. Is that my father speaking like that? A bastard??? I had to raise my head and gawk at him in disbelief and hurt. His eyes are a blazing inferno of rage and loathing. His countenance depicts seriousness. The words did not just erroneously slip out from his mouth by mistake. He meant to say every single letter he uttered. But… I pardon me if I a wrong. I an neither trying tio justify mu actions nor sugarcoat them. I get it, you know. Like, yes, this is not the way they would have chosen to become grandparents, but it happened. Unplanned, yes! But it did, anyways, and there is nothing to change about this whole 'mess' as he called it. But through this mess, they are expecting their first grandchild. The first grandchild of the great De’Mario family! Shouldn't that at least make them look at this scenario from a different angle? A bastard, really? I never expected this much from him! Cursing my child, his grandchild when it is just seed?