C7 UNTOUCHED SUBJECT

I am a walking zombie as I ascend the damn stairs to my room. My room until morning. The betrayal and impudence that Ray and his family have smacked me with are still cutting through my poor heart like a sharp, double-edged dagger against the flesh. I am torn and shuttered and hopeless. But there is not even a single drop of tear leaving my eye. I sucked them all when I turned my back on Ray, and there is no way I am letting even a drop slip.

I have been insulted and humiliated. I am broken, yes, but I am stronger than this. He doesn’t want me? He was playing with me all along? Does social status matter to him? That freaking Tarah Pathetic Mauricio is better than me? I can’t fit in his freaking well-heeled circle? Fucking fine! So be it! This pain will pass, and the time will come when I will never remember it again. I just need to disconnect myself from this place. Tomorrow, when I finally say goodbye to this cursed place, I will start my journey to healing. And with all the curveballs that will be thrown my way, I will overcome them all.

Me and my baby will find a way to be happy in our own way. And we will be. We will need no one but ourselves. My baby doesn’t even need a mommy-daddy jerk who can’t even fight for what he loves. To hell with him and his family!

I slam the stupid door to my room shut and put on the lights. I pull my suitcase from under the bed and walk to the closet. I start taking my clothes and tossing them inside my suitcase. I need to sleep with everything intact. I want to leave this disgusting hell of a place before everyone wakes up. I want to take my walk of shame with no one watching or mocking me again. Most importantly, I don’t want to lay my eyes on that Ray shit of a nobody again. I have heard enough.

A slight knock on the door strokes the walls of my ears, and for all that I am still hugging dearest to my heart, I hope he was not that shameless to follow me in here and continue insulting me. He better not. Rest, I will forget he is the father of the golden seed growing inside of me.

I continue packing, ignoring whoever that is disturbing me. If it is Julie, I am sure she will come in whether I respond to the door or not. If it is that other gender, God help me if he dares set his feet in here.

“Just because you are fired, it doesn’t give you the right to be rude! You are still in my territory!”

Shieet! That voice?

I veer around, my facial idioms conforming to a real shock. Actually, it conformed to something else close to a shock until my eyes caught the sight of the queen of the Mazur. My jaw almost drops to the floor, but that is until my sixth sense kicks in.

The queen, in my room? After all the insults and humiliations, she still has some more insults and humiliations to serve me? If not, why else would she come here?

“Can’t you talk anymore? You better watch your attitude if you do not want me to drop my counterfeited sympathy and kick you out of my house right this minute.” She warns, and I know she really means it.

I don’t know exactly why she faked that kindness to let me sleep here. She should have kicked me out right away.

“What can I do for you, madam?” I ask, flatly, because I can’t fake to care about this damn family anymore.

They treated me like trash, so I have no reason to be nice or pretend that I still accord them the respect that I once gave them.

She smirks for the whole world, drawing me into more reverence. Ooh, I know. She came here to laugh at my misery. And here I was, giving them all the stars like the rest of the nation do. Hell, forbid! Never again!

“You sound so pathetic! What can a filthy trash like you help me with, huh? Are you sick?” She spoke with utter mockery.

Yeah. I know. That was so ridiculous, right? How on earth can a poor maid like me help a high-and-mighty-moneyed person like her, right? But if she needs nothing from me, then why the heck is she here, huh? To throw more insults to my face?

“I thought so, madam. I mean, how can I help anyone much less someone of your pedigree if I can’t even help myself, right? So, may I ask why you bothered coming to meet this pest?” I implore, fed up with her presence here. I am sure even my baby is hating her presence already. Sigh!

“Believe me, you good for nothing gold digger! I would not have wished to see your pathetic, ugly face if this was not important.” She hissed between gritted teeth, fuming with anger.

Well, I did not call her here, did I? She should do us both a favor and just spill what brought her here. It is not like I am enjoying seeing her annoying face either, you know.

And who the hell told her that I am a gold digger? Where is that even coming from?

“What is it that you want, madam?” I ask.

She fixes herself, racking before me as if she wants to swallow me in her tall height and burn me with her hot breaths.

“I want us to talk.” she says, throwing me a bucket of puzzles over my head.

Talk, huh? Isn’t that what we have been doing ever since she budged in here? Talk, huh!

“About what exactly? I did not think you and I could have something more to talk about. You said everything you had to back there and so did I. What is this about?” I point out my curiosities, which are flaring pretty badly.

Talk, my left foot!

“We did say a lot of things. I concur and commend your memory. At least you’ve proven not to be so dumb. But there was the very crucial subject that we didn’t talk about and that is why I am here.” She said, gawking at me as if communicating something I couldn’t seem to wrap my finger around.

“And what could that be, if I may ask?”

My mind is a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts. What was left pending that she had to come here to me? What is so important?

Her face turns raw at once. There isn’t even a single tinge of her mocking smirk on her face. Now this worries me sick! Is the matter that serious? What more blame does she want to lay on me, huh?

“Is there a problem, madam? What is this that you and I need to talk about?” I ask again as curiosity in me skyrockets.

“There is a big problem, but I am here so that we can resolve it.” She says, crossing her arms over her chest.

“What is this problem?” I ask again because, duh! What did I do again?

“That cursed seed growing in your belly! That is what we need to discuss and resolve!”

Shoot me!

She…she knows?

How?

When?

I mean, how come?!