I was wailing by the time he walked out without looking back. I knew following him would be pointless. He could go ahead and hit me in the process. There was no telling what he would do.
He had changed yet again. This man had proved how unpredictable he was.
Not bothering how late it was, I practically ran to his mother's side of the house.
Surprisingly she was awake and seated in her living room watching a show I did not care to know about.
Donna sat up as soon as she saw me.
"Why are you crying?"
I choked on a sob as I tried to speak and she immediately rubbed my back.
"Mira, stress isn't good for a pregnant woman. Breathe."
I let out a breath as I nodded, trying to gather my words.
"He doesn't want the baby,"
She went quiet for a bit.
"Did he say that to you?"
"Yes. And he's being so mean to me," I said.
Donna let out a sigh. She looked like she was pondering on what to do.
"Just relax, I'll talk to him. He's probably just shocked."
