Stay with Me by Awesomekristii (primary phonics .TXT) 📕

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DELILAH

I always knew you are my protector.

Zelena

My eyes ran over the white pages with the scrawled handwriting. I felt this actually belongs to the girl herself alone, her words and emotions jotted down.

Most of those revolved around Damien, and some were about her mother.

Those twisted my heart when she describe the love her mother used to shower her with. I had someone too, a mother maybe until I lost her. It wasn’t the accident when I have lost her. Maybe I lost her when I was twelve; when Adelaide came into our lives. It was never her fault nor was it of Stacy.

It’s all in my destiny.

I sighed again and read the words more.

It was difficult for me to survive it, but you and mom helped me so much. Love you both.

Zelena

At the end of every page, she drew three figures. Probably her, Damien and her mom. Despite everything, I couldn’t find out to who this diary belonged. Who was this Zelena and what was her connection with Damien?

For a second I felt like asking him but then I would remember I had not shared with him my past. I didn’t know what I was with afraid of, maybe with disdain and revulsion in his eyes after hearing it. I couldn’t bear that.

Disgust

I pulled my legs up and flipped the page. I just came back from the classes and as the first day, it wasn’t that bad. Being just the first day, we were only taught some theoretical parts like mixing, matching of spices and flavor… and some introductions.

The first step wasn’t easy but I was glad I had taken one. Either day I had to take it soon, and after getting over with it, certainly feels me with a little more courage for tomorrow.

I resumed reading the diary. The next entry was written when she was sixteen. It had the year in it. Her age.

19th Feb, 2013

Location: Bathroom floor.

This wasn’t what I had planned my life to be. I needed the scholarship, but I failed mom again. Damien told me, it’s fine. I can try next year but, I know even he is disappointed with my stupidity now.

He will never say that. He is too good.

I wish if only I was as talented as them. Good for something at least. I hope.

ZELENA

I flipped the second page and they mostly of her teenage years, and it seemed she had faced a lot of disagreements and failures. Her mother and Damien was always there, but she never mentioned who she was to Damien.

The rest of the diary was blank. I flipped through the pages but it was as white as new. I turned some more bundles of pages and found another entry. It was when she was twenty.

22nd October, 2016

Location: Public toilet.

The two red lines sealed my fate. I’m pregnant. How more irresponsible can I be? My hands shook looking at that. My throat burning like acid poured down.

Will I be able to be a mother? I’m not capable enough.

How am I even going to say this to Damien and mom? Lucas broke up as soon as he heard the news. What will I do now?

I rubbed my moistened eyes as hard as possible to lessen the warm tears, but it isn’t stopping. What will happen to my college, my degree, my dreams?

Should I abort it?

The thought itself made such a bad churning in inside me and like a stab to my heart. Too painful. My hand placed over my belly and knowing a life is blooming there I can’t kill him/her.

More tears slipped out at my sinful thoughts. How can a mother wish to kill her baby? How much more monster can I be?

I have to live. And live with him/her.

Zelena

I rubbed my moistened eyes, and flipped to read more. The next entry was a year later.

25th Dec, 2017

Location: Balcony

My little bean looked so cute in my arms. Sleeping, sucking her thumb. It’s after so long I’m writing here. The entire last year went with high and lows yet I managed to give birth to my cute bean.

When her big doe eyes looks at me, it kills me to think what I thought that night on the toilet floor.

She is so cute, and looks so much like me. It makes me feel better seeing her momma's features in her.

I have dropped out from college. Maybe in later years I will join again, but Emma will be my main priority. I love her so much. And yes, Emma. I named her after mom's middle name.

She has been so supporting, along with En, that it almost made me cry at the fact that I wasn’t of their blood.

Yet, they have been my support, my strength and everything.

I looked again at my sleeping baby, and it warms my heart every time I look at the life once present inside me, growing and blooming to life.

Momma loves you sweetheart. She will always love you.

Zelena

I flipped for any more pages but the rest of it was just blank. I scanned the pages once again but all were empty. What happened to her and Emma? My eyes burned with the tears as I read the words.