Chapter 4 The Provoking

Chapter 4

 The Provoking.

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"Yes because he's just like you!"

I'm shocked.

"What do you mean? Like me? You mean a disgrace?"

"Yes!"

I cursed her in the back of my mind because how dare she? I bet everyone in her eyes is just disgrace because even her own son, she calls disgrace.

"Stop it now, Vella. Let her leave." I glared at my father who said that but anyways I did what he said.  

I drag myself back on the chair once she's out of my sight. I served food on my plate before eating, never minding my family's eyes. 

"You shouldn't treat her like that. She's still your mother-in-law," My father said.

My head snapped on his side. "Really? Well, my wedding with Dominic is fake because of her and now, she lets me live in Dominic's house."

"Serves you right." I heard my sister whispered. 

"You still don't have the right to back at her and raise your voice, she's higher in our level, Vella." 

"I know," I replied to my Mom who scolded me. 

I put back my utensils on the table and got up. "Thank you so much for the meal, I enjoyed it a bit. I'll go to my room and let's talk tomorrow." I added, shaking my head in disappointment.

Ever since, my family has never looked at me as a good child. Like Madge, they see me as a disgrace because I'm an unplanned child. They never expected me to come into their lives too early, so early that even their own parents abandoned both of them because I came too soon that they never expected. My Mom brought me to this world when she was nineteen-years old, the same age as my father became a Dad. And because of me, we ended up having this life. A middle class individual.

I brought all of my things in my old room here, there's nothing except my single bed and a cabinet. I don't know where they put my side table and other furniture but I'm sure it's in my sister's room right now. 

She's Vianna, which my parents planned for her existence. I was six-years old when she came, and my parents were going twenty-five years old at that time. They were married and so they brought Vianna into this world. What's funny is, after she came, I left alone, I'm always in her shadow. I'm their daughter who never appreciated and so when I grew up, I became rebellious because I just wanted to be seen and appreciated outside this home. They get mad but I continue to do so, I just smoke and drink. That's all but one day I just found myself signing a marriage contract which I don't want to.

I sighed. "You're back in this place again, Vella. You should be more patient." I told myself.

If it's not because of the huge amount of money that Madge gave me, I'll not leave Dominic. I will always choose love over money and get threatened. My family is not that good, and as a daughter and sibling I don't want them to die because of Madge. 

I pick up the black bag where the money is. Maybe I'll use this when I get full of their attitude in my stay here.

Together with the new set of clothes I got from my bag, I changed in the bathroom before slamming my back on the bed.

I was busy staring at my blank ceiling when I heard my phone beeped. I checked it only to see there's a message from Dominic and his secretary. With tears flowing in my cheeks, I ignored it. 

It's hard to accept that I wanted to come back to his arms, I can't move-on that fast. Six months is also not a joke especially that we love each other even though we are inside of a fake marriage. Soon, I just found myself sleeping too heavy because of crying. 

When you really sleep with heavy hearts you'll have a nightmare but thankfully I had a nice dream which includes that I'm still living with Dominic.

 I woke with tears but after a few seconds I ran into the bathroom to throw up. I get it, this is my first trimester of pregnancy. My Doctor said that I'm two and a half weeks pregnant. Just like my parents, I never expected a baby but what can I do? I won't give this up, at least for Dominic. 

We may not be together right now but I know in the perfect time, we will be together with this kid, if not I'll understand and forever blame Madge.

I threw up again, to the point that I didn't notice Vienna coming inside. She's now standing outside my bathroom door. I glared at her because washing my mouth with water.

"Get out. This is not your room!" I told her.

Her and her attitude got me because she just stood there having the urge to raise one of her eyebrows and cross her arms around her chest.

"Are you pregnant?" She paused. "Oh no. Let me rephrase it. You are pregnant."

I walk past her until I can sit at the edge of my bed. "And now? Why do you care?"

"I don't care about you but a friendly advice, you should abort that baby before everyone hates us, especially the Pierre. They never welcome a brand new family if it comes with you." I creased my forehead.

Is she even thinking? Of course I knew what's she's saying. I'm not dumb to know that and beside Madge is always reminding on how unworthy and disgrace I bring.

"I know and that's not your business. Now, get out." I shooed her away but she didn't listen.

"Abort it now, I want to see you abort your child. I'd like to see that show."

I gritted my teeth. My anger towards her fueled that I pulled her hair and I don't care if she shouts because I can shout too. 

"You should be the one who aborted! You don't tak sh*ts about my child because I'll bury you six feet under again!" I threatened her with my forefinger pointed directly at her face then my father barged in.

His expression of worry quickly changed to mad because of the commotion he saw. I put down my hand on the side.

"What do you think Vella?! Why are you shouting at your sister? Why are we starting a fight?!"

"I am not!"

Ha! I'm the victim here but guess what in his eyes I'm the one who caused this commotion. I'm ungrateful in his eyes so I'll do my best to even prove it.

"If I would start a fight with her I'm sure you'll see us holding knives and you'll know what happened for the loser-"

I didn't finish my sentence when he slapped me so hard that I felt my jaw stretch. I looked at him with dark eyes. I know I can't fight back the same way he did because he has a heart disease that can't be triggered, if it is he'll be dead and I don't want that to happen.

"Father... You really hate me so much that you welcomed me with a slap." I softly whispered while inside I wanted to shout at him and fight back. "Well, good morning. A slap for a great way to start this day."

I walked out after that. Walking down to the kitchen because Mom calls for breakfast and I didn't know that we have a visitor who already feels welcomed and ready to eat with us. It's Dominic.

"Come back with me, Vella. Let me take care of you," he uttered.