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Macy let Richard lead away from that room and she felt like she was in a dream.
Seven years ago, she was still that naive girl who had come from a small village in rural Connecticut and had thought that Angela had her interests at heart.
Weren’t they sisters after all?
She thus still believed it when Angela said that she was sorry for all the pranks she had pulled on Macy and that she wanted to apologize.
That was why and how Macy found herself in the hotel with Angela where her drink was spiked.
She wasn’t sure if it was the food or the drink but she had been drugged and her body was on heat.
Through her stupor, she could tell that Angela had organized for men to sleep with her and the last thing Macy wanted was to lose her virginity to strangers.
She had talked to Andy earlier in the day and he had promised her that he would return and she had even taken the key card at the receptionist.
She was ready to give herself to him because he had proven to be a good man who had waited for her and hadn’t rushed her in matters sex.
She had managed to run away from Angela and her goons and she had, with difficulty, stumbled in the room where she thought Andy would be waiting for her.
She didn’t even need to use the key card because the door wasn’t locked.
She walked in and she didn’t even need to switch on the light because Andy (so she thought at the time) attacked her with kisses once she was inside that door.
He kissed her and she could feel the heat emanating from his body which didn’t help hers for she was as hot.
Withing minutes of kissed and touches, they were rolling on the sheets.
Macy had been ravaged all through the night and she had even lost count of the times they had done it.
All she knew was that the man was strong and knew where to touch to please a woman.
She lost consciousness, or was it fell asleep, she couldn’t tell which was which, sometimes in the night and when she woke up the next day in the late morning hours, she was alone in the big bed.
She removed the duvet that had been used to cover her naked self and there was blood in the sheets as evidence of what had happened that night.
She called for Andy but he was nowhere to be found.
She carried her tired body to the bathroom where she found only men toiletries but she had no otherwise and those were the ones she used.
She then left the room and returned the key to the receptionist and she didn’t, at the time, remember to look at the door number.
SShe had met Andy later in the day after she had rested enough and when they met, he was colder than usual.
It was when she realized that she wd pregnant did Andy come out and told her that he wasn’t the one who slept with her.
Macy was now seventeen and pregnant and didn’t know the father of the child.
Angela was there to make sure that her parents knew she was a whore and she slept around.
She was beaten by her father, ridiculed and almost thrown out of the house if it wasn’t for her grandmother.
She didn’t even tell then what had happened because she knew they wouldn’t believe her.
Her grandmother had tried asking her what happened but she hadn’t told her the truth.
Macy cared for and loved her grandmother a lot in this family and she didn’t want to do anything that would hurt the elderly woman.
She thus swallowed the bitterness and the hatred she got from her parents and braced everything alone.
She went to the doctors appointments alone and that wad when her father decided that she couldn’t carry the Philips name that she hadn’t even carried for two years and that she had to go back to being called her original name: Macy Smith.
She was taken off the legal register of the members of the Philips family and this was a truth that had been hidden from her grandmother.
It was, her father had shouted at her, a shame for a seventeen year old Philips daughter to be pregnant and for an unknown man at that.
Macy had cried herself to sleep every night and the fact that Andy had left her for her sister and the fact that she had lost her virginity to an unknown man didn’t sit well with her.
Macy was young and didn’t have any support and as such, she couldn’t find out who it was she slept with.
One day, when she was seven months pregnant going on to eight, she, as usual, went to the hospital alone.
When she had finished and was on her way back, she was hit by a vehicle as she crossed the road to get to the bus stop.
She had been rushed to the hospital and when she woke up, she had lost the baby and Angela was there next to her.
She had been shown the little body that was all red and Macy doesn’t remember crying like she did that day.
Her mother had asked her to abort the baby and she had refused.
She wanted to bring the baby up because it was her reminder of the day she became a woman.
She had grown to love the baby and for a long time, the baby had been her only solace.
She talked to and dressed the child ad if she had already been born.
The doctor had asked her if she wanted to know the sex of the child but she had declined.
Macy wanted to love the child as it were and she knew she would love it no matter the sex.
But when she saw that red cold body, she felt her heart tear from her body.
She could fell her heart bleed with pain.
She cried and the only thing she asked of her parents was a small potion in the family tomb where she could bury her little princess.
Her father sneered and told her that she could bury it whenever she wanted and it was her grandmother who told her that she could use the family tomb and even gave Macy money for a small casket and money for the headstone.
Macy was alone.
Her grandmother had traveled for a business meeting and she was all alone that day.
She hired a taxi that helped her carry the small coffin to the Western Side Cemetery and she dug the small grave alone, said the rites for her baby alone and buried it.
She then placed the headstone later and planted flowers.
The headstone read: To My Angel Who Never Got The Chance to Smile.
She visited the grave as often as she could and she even made a secret journey from China to DC to visit it and then went back one year.
She always cried for the fact that she never got a chance to meet or even hold her baby.
Together, they had weathered insults, discrimination and cold nights out.
But now, now Angela said that the baby didn’t die and that she, Angela, was responsible for the accident.
Macy couldn’t believe it.
Six years of pain and regrets.
Six years of self blame for the loss of the baby.
Seven years of what ifs and wishes.
Six years of pain and tears.
And then Angela was responsible for all of it and then it wasn’t true?
Macy couldn’t even entertain the thought that it could be true.
Macy couldn’t believe that her baby was alive and that it was a boy and not a girl as she had always thought.
It was all wonderful and beautiful but she was afraid at the same time.
Afraid that if she even entertained the thought, it would turn out that Angela had lied.
But they had used the teith serum on her and she couldn’t lie.
The truth serum Macy had used on her was what was used by the criminal organisations she knew to catch moles and traitors in their groups.
This one, May had collected from Lion after Macy had begged him and he had got a date out of it.
Macy thus knew that there was no Angela was lying but at the same time, she knew that it would be absurd to even entertain the thought that her baby could be alive so years later.
“If he is alive, he would be six this year.
I was seventeen!” She said to no one in particular as Richard drove her home.
He had carried her in a stupor as she screamed and asked Angela where her baby was.
“We will find him but you will have to tell me everything so that I can know where to start,” Richard said and Macy looked at him long and hard.
Maybe, if she told Richard the truth, he would be able to let her go.
“Okay,” she nod her head and looked forward.