Natalia Walker’s Point of View:
We sat in silence for the next hour me taking slow slips of the orange juice that I had gotten for the both of us while she sat there telling me about all of the things back home that changed. If I should be completely honest, I wasn’t listening to a word she was saying. The fact that our so-called bonding would be done at home is getting on my nerves. I understand why I should move back home, even though I built a life here I didn’t do much living.
I had no desire to ever set foot in my home town again. The day when Chase accused me of cheating on him and being a slut, I nearly died. I went to my parents’ house to seek some comfort like any other normal person would.
Unfortunately, my mother was the only one home as my father was still in a business meeting. She turned me away when she heard what happened. I was devastated by her lack of trust in me but otherwise I was not surprised. My friends weren’t any better only my best friend stood by me. Taking another sip of the orange juice I was brought back to that disastrous day.
___Flashback____
I ran and ran, the tears slid down my face as I left the house not even bothering to take anything with you.
I headed straight for my car which thankfully belonged to me as I wanted nothing to do with Chase or his money. The mere fact that he called me a slut meant that he thought I was only after his money and he thought I was a gold digger.
I can’t believe that after everything we’ve been through, he would accuse me of such a thing.
I jumped in the car inserting the key in the ignition. Pulling on my seatbelt I glanced over at the mansion one last time before I drove off placing a hand on my stomach. I cried to myself rubbing my stomach, he didn’t even give me a chance to tell him about our child. I doubt he’d believe it was his since he thinks I was cheating.
Uncontrollable tears ran down my face as I pulled up to my parents’ house. It’s not really a house its more like a mansion but compared to Chase’s it’s nothing.
My heart broke all over again just by thinking about him. Cutting off the engine I pulled off my seatbelt and ran out of the car. I didn’t even reach the last step when the front door was flung open and my mother stepped out looking very angry. I was just about to ask her what was wrong when but she beat me to it.
“You good for nothing little slut,” she sneered at me “you just couldn’t keep your legs closed”
I flinched taking a step back from her harsh tone. It was obvious that she already knew about what took place with Chase, how? I have no idea.
“Aren’t you even going to hear me out?” I ask feeling utterly hopeless.
“Why would I?” she snapped at me irritated “I already knew this would happen, your good for nothing”
With that said she slammed the door in my face. I didn’t bother to knock again since I knew my father wasn’t there. Crying my eyes out I once again entered my car and drove to Talia’s house. All my close friends were in one place since we were supposed to meet up. I used the spare key that I had to open the door. I wiped at my tear stained face hoping to not look too bad. As I made my way to the living room, I could hear them talking.
“She’s such a bitch,” Laura said
“More like a slut,” Charlie agreed.
“Don’t say stuff like that,” Greg snapped obviously irritated by the conversation “we don’t know the whole story”
Though I was thankful to Greg the damage was already done. I turned around to leave only to be met with the teary eyes of my best friend Talia. I just looked at her waiting to see what happened as it was obvious everyone already knew what happened with Chase.
A sigh of relieve escaped my lips when she pulled me to her for a much-needed hug. She silently led me out and to her car whispering comforting words along the way. I smiled grateful for her. It was obvious what Chase wanted, he wanted me to feel deserted and alone. How else would everyone know what happened?
I unconsciously placed a hand on my tummy. Little did he know I would never be alone.
___End of flashback___
Coming out of my daze I saw that it was already one in the afternoon.
“Oh crap,” I groaned interrupting my mother’s talking.
“What’s wrong?” she asked looking alarmed.
Grabbing a granola bar, I grabbed my car keys and headed for the door.
“I have to go pick up my son”
She gasped, “you have a son?”
I sighed and turned to face her, “yes I have a son and maybe if you didn’t abandon me all those years ago you would have already known that I had a son.