I am afraid of going back
Larisa’s pov
The first thing I did was to immediately end Taylor's call, leaving me utterly shocked and compelled to stand up.
"Oh my god! No, no, Dylan, you can't do this to me. Why?" I exclaimed, unaware of my mum's inquiries.
"Larisa, what's wrong? What's the matter?" she asked, but I paid her no attention. I couldn't hear her at that moment. I sat down and pressed my fingers against my chin.
"What are you hiding? What's wrong?" My mum raised her voice, yet I wasn't willing to divulge what had just transpired. Then Taylor called me a second time, and I observed the phone ring and subsequently ended the call. My mum noticed and remained silent, gazing at me as I displayed an unusual demeanor. We both knew it was Taylor calling again, and my mum awaited an explanation for my distress.
"What's going on, Larisa? How many times do I have to ask?" she spoke up. To compound matters, my mum's phone began ringing, and I realized it was Taylor when she showed me the screen.
"What's happening? Tell me before I answer the call. Have you done something wrong to him?" she asked.
"Mum, please don't answer the call," I pleaded, stomping my feet on the floor. However, when my mum realized I wasn't ready to share anything yet, she answered the call. After a few seconds, my mum exclaimed,
"Pregnant?" and nodded her head.
"Really?" she added. I knew Taylor had informed her about my pregnancy. Instead of waiting for her to conclude the call, I left her at the dining table, retreated to my room, and forcefully closed the door. How would Dylan do this to me? Why did he have to betray me like this? There was no one else who could have informed Taylor about my pregnancy. As I paced around my room, I heard a knock on my door, but I didn't respond. My mum wasted no time and pushed the door open. The first thing she said was,
"What have I done wrong? When did you start concealing important details about your life from me?" I sat on the bed, folding my hands. Recognizing my unwillingness to answer, she placed her hand on my back and affectionately tapped it. She immediately realized that raising her voice wouldn't resolve the issue. Initially, I was so angry that I wanted to tell her I had been attempting to surprise her. However, my anger was evident, leaving no room for alternative explanations. She transitioned from tapping to gently caressing, and without realizing it, tears started coming down my face.
"I don't want to go back to Taylor, nor do I want anything that binds us together," I confessed through sobs. Without uttering a word, my mum gently cradled my head on her lap and used the edges of her gown to wipe away my tears. She continued to pat my back, offering me the warmth of a mother's care.
"Stay strong," she spoke in a compassionate tone.
"I want..." I began, attempting to speak and sit up, but she interrupted,
"No, just rest your head. I understand how you feel."
I rested my head on her lap once again and recalled the quote that said,
"Family ties are stronger than mere associations." That was true for Dylan and Taylor. Despite their conflicts, which I didn't fully comprehend, they still cherished their brotherly bond. Yet, Dylan should have informed me about his intention to disclose it to his brother. I loved him deeply, and that love led me to place complete trust in him. If only I had known, I would have confided in my mum instead. I know she wouldn't have allowed me to proceed with my plan, sparing me this pain. Why does it always happen? Just when I'm on the brink of breaking free from Taylor's clutches, something sympathetic occurs, leaving me no choice but to return to him.
As my mum continued to console me, I reflected on my life, unable to stop the tears. I sat up and wiped my eyes. My mum remained silent for a few minutes before asking,
"Why didn't you want to tell me about the pregnancy at first?"
"I... I'm sorry I didn't tell you," I responded, noticing that my voice had regained strength and wasn't filled with as much anguish and sorrow as before.
"I completely understand, Larisa. I'm not angry," she genuinely replied.
"I didn't tell you about the pregnancy because I was considering terminating it. Mum, I was afraid. I can't be my authentic self when I'm with Taylor.
"My love, a bird in the hand is worth millions in the bush. The devil you know is better than the angel you don't. Taylor will never speak harshly on you now that you are pregnant, even though he may have had the thought. Taylor sounded very happy on the phone. How did Taylor find out about your pregnancy?"
"Mum, let's forget about that part. The more I dwell on how Taylor obtained this information, the more it pains me. I don't want to discuss it."
Suddenly, my phone interrupted our conversation, but I wasn't inclined to answer the call. My mum shifted slightly and handed me the phone. As I glanced at the screen, I immediately recognized the caller—it was Taylor's mother.
"Taylor has informed his parents?" I exclaimed.
"They are his parents. That's not a bad thing. That should be the first thing you too should have done, answer the call," Mum said, and before I could pick up, the call ended. Instead of waiting for it to ring again, I dialed Taylor's mother's number and held the phone to my ear.
"Hi Larisa, congratulations! I heard the joyous news. I'm overwhelmed that you're carrying my grandchild. How are you feeling?" Taylor's mother greeted me.
"I'm fine, please, can we talk later, I am in the middle of something." I responded softly.
“If that’s the case, I will call you later today.” The call ended and my mother asked,
“Why didn’t you continue the call?”
"Mum, could I lie down, please? I'm feeling utterly exhausted. You can check on me later before you head to bed."
"Hmm ... .You need to rest and get yourself back," she replied, rising from her seat and planting a loving kiss on my cheeks before leaving my room. Once she closed the door, I swiftly grabbed my phone, eager to dial Dylan's number. Waiting for my mum to walk away from my room's entrance, I finally made the call.
"Thank you for betraying my trust so profoundly. I believed I had found someone who could dry my tears and bring me happiness. Instead, all I received from you was sheer betrayal. Please, do not call me again. I'll be happier without you," I said, ending the call before he could say a word. To complete the action, I switched my phone on flight mode.
I never anticipated this from Dylan. His response to my disclosure of considering an abortion didn't sit well with him. Instead of simply expressing his disagreement and suggesting I speak with his brother, who knows if he divulged more of our clandestine conversations to him. I paused my thoughts for a moment, unable to resist questioning myself. Am I truly returning to Taylor's residence? What peculiar bond is keeping us tethered? The last time I intended to leave, just as I had made up my mind, he ended up fracturing his leg. And now, when it seems so opportune for me to distance myself from him and all signs point in that direction, this unexpected pregnancy has brought Taylor back into my life. Even if our relationship were to dissolve in the future, there will always be something that connects us—this child.
I never wished for this to happen to me. The more I contemplate my life, the more Dylan's presence seeps in.
"There's no way I'm allowing Dylan back into my life. What could he possibly have to say if I were to remove my phone from flight mode?" I muttered to myself. I picked up my phone and turned off the flight mode. As soon as my device came to life, a multitude of messages from Dylan flooded the screen. I wasn't prepared to read them. What good would it do when my mind is already overwhelmed? Before I could even close my eyes, my phone began to ring, and it was Dylan calling.
“Will anything good come out from our conversation?”
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