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I don’t know how to tell Reagan. I don’t know if he will still accept me when he sees this.

Many tears flowed from my eyes.

I don’t want to be left behind.

I don’t want to leave Reagan.

I’m afraid of being left by the people I love. I’m afraid of being left by the people I value more than my life.

I’m afraid of losing everything I’ve worked for.

I don’t want to!

I don’t know how many hours I’ve been staring at the pt here in the bathroom. I don’t want to go out. I’m afraid that if I get out of here, I’ll lose everything.

IM pregnant!

And Reagan was not the father.

I don’t know how to explain it to him. I don’t know how to make him understand. I don’t know how to convey to him the misfortune that happened in my life.

I can experience everything, just don’t let him leave me…because I can’t.

If only I had listened to him that night.

If only I had been careful.

I wish I had made the right decision.

I wish I hadn’t chosen my life before.

But it was my past life that brought me closer to Reagan…

“I’m sorry, Reagan.” I said while staring at the pt I was holding. “I’m sorry and I sinned against you. I’m sorry and you felt sorry for the mess in my life. I’m sorry.”

“Jade!”

Fear and trepidation pounded in my heart when I heard Reagan’s voice now knocking on the door of the bathroom where I was.

“Jade, open the door.” He said that made my chest beat even stronger.

He kept calling my name but I couldn’t answer. I can’t face him.

“What are you doing there?” He asked as he finally entered the bathroom.

I looked up at the key he was holding.

“Why are you sitting there?” He asked and approached me.

I tried to hide the PT behind me. I was shaking and the tears in my eyes did not stop.

“H-hey, why are you crying?” Reagan asked me in a serious tone. He held me by the shoulder and gradually frowned. “Why are you shaking?”

He looked at my two hands behind me. I shook my head and tried to squeeze the PT behind me.

“What are you hiding?” Reagan tried to snatch my hand from me. Because he is strong, he took the PT from my hands.

I bent down and buried my face in my hands.

I don’t want to!

I will wake up. I hope someone tells me this is just a dream.

“W-what is this?” I heard Reagan ask.

I can’t look up. I don’t know how to explain to him.

I was raped.

I was molested.

I was almost killed.

I almost died.

And now, I will truly die.

“What is this?” I heard Reagan’s calm but serious voice.

Not a single word came out of my mouth. It seems to be locked.

“Veronica, what is it?” I looked up when he called me by my first name.

“I-I’ll explain.” Finally, I said it too.

“what is this Veronica?”

I was startled when it screamed.

“answer what is it?” He grabbed me by the shoulder. I feel the tightness.

“I-I’m hurt.” I tried to remove Reagan’s hand from my shoulder but it was strong and he only pressed his fingers on my shoulder even more.

“Pregnant?” It screamed again.

Little by little I nodded and my eyes were staring at him with tears.

“I, I was raped by—”

“Shut your fucking mouth, you slut! I came here to confront you of something and now…now I’ve proven that you still have a relationship with that man!” He interrupted what I was going to say.

“W-what?” I tried to make a sound.

I was raped by that demon.

“don’t deny it VERONICA. He came to my office to give me these. It was you and him making out. Now, do you expect that I will still listen to your explanations? After seeing you with this?” And he raised his PT.

I reached for the envelope he was holding and looked at its contents. It was me and that guy in bed, both naked.

He was lying down while I was on top of him.

“no Reagan, I was blackmailed”

“Oh come on, Veronica. That is an old drama. You think we are in a movie where you will say that man made you drink so you fell asleep and he took advantage of you? Or is that man going to hurt the love of your life? you agreed to what he wanted? Enough with that fantasy, you bitch!”

I shed more tears when he called me a bitch.

I can not accept.

I’m hurting.

“Shit Veronica. We’re getting married in two days and I’ll find out? You’re still a whore!” It turned back. I tried to hold his hand but he just pushed me aside.

“Please Reagan, listen to me.” I cried.

“Stop me, Veronica.”

“Please, Reagan.”

It stopped at the door of our apartment and looked at me.

“You know what? You just proved to me that a slut will always be a slut.” Then he pushed me and left the apartment.

I was left on the ground, crying.

I can’t handle it.

Please, Reagan!

My eyes won’t stop from shedding tears.

I don’t want to feel alone again.

Please, Reagan. Please!

All I do is cry.

I looked up at our balcony.

I don’t want this child. I don’t want my life. I don’t want myself.

I already gave my all and I was left with nothing now.

Reagan is my everything and now that he’s gone, my everything turns to nothing.

“I’m sorry.” I said while holding my.