*Yoomee's POV*
I strummed quietly on my guitar, alone in the classroom, to keep my practice to myself. Recently, I started going to a community college to get a degree in Music, and I've been learning how to play instruments and write and study sheet music, tempo, etcetera. The professor, Dr. Garvoille, came up to me. "Splendid music," he sat down on a stool, "I think you're just the ace in my class."
"You mean it?" I had stopped playing and had a big smile on my face, holding the guitar up to my face.
"Yeaa...." He had came a little closer to me, and his regular tone of voice gained a little seductiveness.
"Get away, Garvoille. You know I'm married and have a family."
"Garvoille? You can just call me Joseph..." He leaned in closes and tried taking off my shirt. I quickly jabbed him in the eyes and I tried to run away.
Locked. The fucking door was locked. Now, escape was impossible. Joseph grabbed hold of my ankle. "You've pissed me off now, Yoomee. Can't leave now!" he taunted. He had dragged me to the ground and stripped me of my clothes.
It was too late when the police bustled inside and arrested him on the spot. I finally put on my clothes when the room was dark and empty. I looked beside to see my guitar sitting on it's stand.
I threw it down on the ground, splitting in half, in a rage of anger.
It was when I was the most nervous when I was finally at home. Rue had cuddled up on the couch in front of the TV with a blanket and pillow, after a long day of preschool for her and college for me. That evening, I wasn't feeling my best, so I grabbed a pregnancy test just in case Joseph got me pregnant. "POSITIVE" read the test meter.My heart felt like it skipped a beat, or maybe even five. I changed into some pajamas and creeped to the dining room, where Derrick sat on his laptop while Tahoe, Kristi, and Rue were sleeping in their separate cribs.
"D-D-Derrick..." I had ended up stuttering, scared that he would not love me anymore after what I will have told him.
"Yes, honey?"
"Well... R-R-Remember when you said after Tahoe and Kristi that we would want no more kids?"
"Yea.. Well, why?"
"Well, after class the professor locked the door and tried to have sex with me and he ended up getting me pregnant."
I started to cry and ran straight into the bed.
"Yoomee, it's fine!" he chased after me, "I guess we'll have to deal with another child. Sometimes life changes."
I woke up to a fresh smell of coffee and saw Derrick getting Rue ready for preschool. I smiled at the sight, and then got out of bed, and ran my fingers over my swelled, pregnant stomach. Already, I am six months along and this baby will soon be due. I kissed Rue goodbye and wished her a good day at school. When Derrick got back, he had brought a big bouquet of red roses, for me.
"Thank you," I say, sniffing them gently and motioning Derrick to hand them over. Trying to get a grip on them, the whole world started to fade and spin. Something grabbed my shoulder and shook me. I looked up to find not one, but three Derricks, all with a worried expression. A sharp shooting pain went through my stomach, right were the baby lie, before my eyes rolled into the back of my head and I collapsed on the floor.
That was all I could remember.
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"You mean it?" I had stopped playing and had a big smile on my face, holding the guitar up to my face.
"Yeaa...." He had came a little closer to me, and his regular tone of voice gained a little seductiveness.
"Get away, Garvoille. You know I'm married and have a family."
"Garvoille? You can just call me Joseph..." He leaned in closes and tried taking off my shirt. I quickly jabbed him in the eyes and I tried to run away.
Locked. The fucking door was locked. Now, escape was impossible. Joseph grabbed hold of my ankle. "You've pissed me off now, Yoomee. Can't leave now!" he taunted. He had dragged me to the ground and stripped me of my clothes.
It was too late when the police bustled inside and arrested him on the spot. I finally put on my clothes when the room was dark and empty. I looked beside to see my guitar sitting on it's stand.
I threw it down on the ground, splitting in half, in a rage of anger.
It was when I was the most nervous when I was finally at home. Rue had cuddled up on the couch in front of the TV with a blanket and pillow, after a long day of preschool for her and college for me. That evening, I wasn't feeling my best, so I grabbed a pregnancy test just in case Joseph got me pregnant. "POSITIVE" read the test meter.My heart felt like it skipped a beat, or maybe even five. I changed into some pajamas and creeped to the dining room, where Derrick sat on his laptop while Tahoe, Kristi, and Rue were sleeping in their separate cribs.
"D-D-Derrick..." I had ended up stuttering, scared that he would not love me anymore after what I will have told him.
"Yes, honey?"
"Well... R-R-Remember when you said after Tahoe and Kristi that we would want no more kids?"
"Yea.. Well, why?"
"Well, after class the professor locked the door and tried to have sex with me and he ended up getting me pregnant."
I started to cry and ran straight into the bed.
"Yoomee, it's fine!" he chased after me, "I guess we'll have to deal with another child. Sometimes life changes."
I woke up to a fresh smell of coffee and saw Derrick getting Rue ready for preschool. I smiled at the sight, and then got out of bed, and ran my fingers over my swelled, pregnant stomach. Already, I am six months along and this baby will soon be due. I kissed Rue goodbye and wished her a good day at school. When Derrick got back, he had brought a big bouquet of red roses, for me.
"Thank you," I say, sniffing them gently and motioning Derrick to hand them over. Trying to get a grip on them, the whole world started to fade and spin. Something grabbed my shoulder and shook me. I looked up to find not one, but three Derricks, all with a worried expression. A sharp shooting pain went through my stomach, right were the baby lie, before my eyes rolled into the back of my head and I collapsed on the floor.
That was all I could remember.
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