I groan my muscles ache from the weird position of my body on the bed.

I rub my neck trying to ease the pain, I need a long relaxing shower.

I look around confused for a minute before the memories of yesterday came flooding into my mind.

Refusing to feel depressed I study my new room for the min time that is.

The room is decorated with white and brown furniture, totally out of my taste my room back at home is twice bigger than this and decorated to my liking.

My bag was kept neatly close to the bed, I arrange the bed properly before searching through my bag for relaxing clothes.

I walk towards a door at the corner end of the room, opening the door to find a small bathroom.

"is this room meant to be for his maid" I muttered looking around with disgust.

I strip before stepping into the shower, chilling water tough my skin making me shiver, I try looking for the hot-button but find nothing.

I step out of the shower wrapping a towel around my hair and body shivering from the cold.

I rub my hand together to found any source of heat.

I suited into a gray and black with white canvas, left my hair curly falling freely on my shoulders, I applied light makeup and my love necklace.

I contemplate on unpacking my bags immediately or not, I decided to save it for later I have a pending issue to attend to.

I pick up my phone to found 25 miss calls and voicemails from mum, Emma, and Sylvia.

I chose to ignore the voicemails, I can talk to them later but now I need to have as much strength for the decision I am about to make.

I left the room going towards Chance room. After knocking for a few times without reply I push the door open to find it empty

I walk in my eyes exploring his room, his room is as neat as ever, things well arranged.

I have known him to be a neat guy everything must be in order maybe it one of the characters of a businessman just like my dad.

The thought of my dad brought a heaviness to my heart, I shack those thoughts from my mind "you can't feel depressed" I mumble that will be my motto for today.

I check his bathroom but no sign of him, I decided to check his office but I couldn't find him.

My stomach grumbles giving sign I need to eat something, for the past few days food refuses to go down my stomach, the color pink disgusts me but I blame it on my pregnancy after all.

I trudged toward the kitchen feeling the need to sit, the sweet scent of waffles filled the air coming from the kitchen.

My stomach growl in protest, I wake quickly into the kitchen, the kitchen and dining room is joint having a homely feeling.

Chance sits dress in a black T-shirt and blue sweatpants looking handsome eating a plant of waffles and glass of mango juice in the dining room.

My throat feels dry, just the sight of him sends butterflies dancing in my stomach, his well defined structured face, and an 8 pack I have constantly run my hands through.

His hazel eyes looking deeply into my eyes..." your breakfast is right here when you are through with gawking " he says with a sexy smirk without looking my way.

A blush embarrassed, what a dirty mind I have, I walk towards him taking a sit, he pushes a plate of waffles and a glass of milk towards me.

I smile brightly, I dug in taking a bite, the sweet taste brings my tastebud joy.

I moan the taste is divine, Chance maybe arrogant and an asshole at times but sure is a great cook.

I open my green eye to find hazel eyes staring at me with lust.

I cough awkwardly snapping him from his daze, he cleared his throat "have you made a chose yet? " he asks nonchalantly.

I drop my fork on my plate focusing my attention on him" I chose to keep the baby" I say quietly staring intensely at him waiting for any emotion but he gave non his face blank staring into my eyes.

I shift my gaze back to my food" I won't ask you for anything, not even your love but what I need is just a place to stay for the min time" I shrug holding on to my last pride.

I made a decision last night which include crying my eyes out, I made a mistake but it wise I correct my mistakes than creating a bigger one.

I will leave my life for my child because I am no longer I but we.

I am a disappointment to my dad and it hurts but it hurts more being a disappointment to yourself.

I turn my gaze towards him "I can't leave with myself knowing I killed an innocent baby. Our baby" I say stressing our.

His eyes remain blank "I hope you understand what I am trying to say" I am not sure if I am making the right decision but it a risk I like to take.

I am losing my first and only love but it worth it I guess. I move my hand closer to his taking his hands in mine" I love you Chance and also love this child, it a mother feeling to take care of her child " I sniff as tears run down my cheeks.

I know it weak for me to cry but I can't hold it in when my heart hurts immensely "it is heartbreaking when you tell me to abort this child because this child is yours, not someone else's " my tears dripping on our intertwined hands.

He pulls his hands from mine forcefully" you made decisions so I will make mine" he says coldly fury in his eyes.

I flush in my sit "this child is only yours and not mine and everyone is to believe that, I will let you stay here on only one condition" he says with an evil smirk on his lips staring me down.

I wipe my tears away waiting for his conditions "you will do everything I ask you to do like cooking for me, washing my clothes e.t.c"

"what? "I almost yelled but his smirk widens into a grin.

"you heard me right, so get ready to feel pain" he promises before taking a sip from his juice.

I got up bewildered and scared losing my appetite for food, I rush into my room.

I pick up my phone from the nightstand, I dial Emma's number she picks up at one ring "Shiloh you got me worried, you mum and Sylvia has been trying to reach you. I hope you alright. I heard what happened, I hope you are not planning to do something stupid because if you are I will beat your ass until it turns black and blue " she says in one breath.

"Emma " I called stopping her ranting "I am okay, " I say walking towards the window pushing it open for sun rays to come in.

"thank goodness" she sighs in relief "where are you now?" she asks warily.

"I am at Chance's place "

"okay. Is everything okay? " she asks.

"Yeah" my voice cracks a little, I can't lie to my best friend but I have to do this" can I call you later? " I ask the weight of keeping things from her is too much but it for the best right now.

"no problem but you have to call your mum and Sylvia, they are so worried about you," she says.

I sigh loudly replying with a, okay before hanging up.

I walk into the bathroom towards the full-length mirror, my makeup smudge with dry tears, my eyes red, swollen and puff, the tip of my nose red from crying.

I was never this weak or a crybaby, all my life I tried to look strong act strong but this girl right now is so not me.

I clean my makeup off angrily. I feel angry at myself for being this pathetic, angry for being a fool, angry for not learning from my past most importantly not being strong for my unborn child.

I can't keep crying or feeling pity for myself, my dad gave me a condition to make something out of myself before coming home and I will do exactly that.

No more feeling depresses, I can't fail my dad, mum, Sylvia, and most importantly my child.

I place my hand on my flat belly with a smile.

I walk out of the bathroom towards my unpacked luggage, I pull it toward the closet arranging my clothes, shoes in the closet.

Today is going to be one hell of a day with me stuck in this room.