Bab 38: Chapter 38

#Chapter 38 What could be worse

Patara - weeks later

It didn’t make sense. I went to bed with a flat stomach, and now there was a large bump as if I was 8 months pregnant. None of my clothes fit except for sweats and oversized sweatshirts that I normally only wore when I had my period.

Now it was all I had that fit over my stomach.

My mother did her best to avoid me at all costs over the past few weeks. I didn’t intend to seek her out even for this—but I knew something was very wrong. I needed help, even if it wasn’t from her.

I called my sister and she pulled up to the house within the hour. I wobbled as quietly as I could down the stairs, though it wouldn’t have mattered if I was extremely loud. My mother would have ran the other way the moment she realized I was coming down the stairs.

If my father wasn’t at work, I might have gone to him. He at least still talked to me even when my mother gave me the cold shoulder.