Chapter 3
"Your real parents were deranged people. They were miserable drunkards, and they are dead!" She spat.
My heart dropped.
I let out a breathless scoff.
"You are not a Peterson. Your name is Kimberly Anderson. You don't share even a drop of our blood."
Tears rolled down my eyes.
"That's explains your ridiculous behavior. A Peterson cannot bring shame to the family like you brought to yours. You are nothing but a dirty filthy cheap whore!"
"Nina!"
"What?!" She snapped at dad.
I looked at him. "Dad, is...is this true?"
"He is not your dad." Mum snapped.
My heart ached painfully as I maintained my eyes on my dad.
He heaved a sigh. The look on his face tells everything. She is right. They are not my parents.
I let out a breathless scoff of disbelief. My heart is weak already.
"I am sorry, Kimberly. But it is the truth. You are not our daughter." He said, making me place my hand on my chest as more tears poured out of my eyes.
"Your parents died in a very fatal car accident. They drove in a drunk state and it led to their death."
My heart begged to explode.
"Nina and I had no kids then. We decided to adopt you because we thought we would never have kids of our own."
"But we thought wrong." Mum chipped. "We actually had two. Bryan and Aria you call younger siblings. They are our only lovely and adorable kids, who are far more better and responsible than you will ever be."
I shook my head in disbelief.
"You are such a disgrace, Kimberly. All I wanted is to get rid of you. And luckily for me, the universe brought that broke man to ask for your hand in marriage. Terry and I didn't hesitate to give you to him. We needed to be free of your burden."
I let out a breathless scoff.
She smirked. "Yes, darling. You are nothing but a burden to us. If it wasn't for my constant convincing, Terry would have continued funding your education."
I arched my brows.
"I mean why would he spend our hard earned money on a stranger. You are a stranger, Kimberly."
My heart clenched.
"You are nothing to us. We have our two children to cater for. Aria needed her masters degree and Bryan has to go to collage. Spending money on you would be stupid of us."
I let out a breath.
"Nina, that's enough." Dad said.
"Congratulations on your divorce, Kimberly." She mocked, ignoring dad. "You are now a divorcee at twenty-two. How nice." She smirked.
"Nina,"
"Shut up, Terry." She snapped.
Dad heaved a sigh.
"Now get yourself, and that trash with you out of my property before I get you arrested for trespassing." She said, pushing dad further into the house.
"Hey," he said as she grabbed the door knob.
"Get out of my property, cheap slut!" She spat and slammed the door hard, making me flinch.
I let out a breath..
I can't believe what I just heard.
My head hurts so badly.
They are lying.
This is not happening to me.
This.....
My phone rang. I took the call with my shaking hands and placed it on my ear.
"Kimberly," Ella’s excited voice came through.
"Ella," I called, sniffling.
"I got a scholarship to study abroad. Can you believe that?!" She squealed happily.
"Wow."
"Finally, I am going to be a doctor!" She squealed happily.
"Wow.... Ella. That's good. Congratulations." I said, feeling my aching heart.
"Thank you, girlfriend. Can I call you right back, please." She hung up before I could say anything.
I felt cold instantly.
I grabbed my luggage and began heading away as my mother's harsh words sang in my head.
Time went by and I have been walking for almost an hour into the cold night.
I decided to settle along the street with some homeless people.
I sat in the ground, sobbing silently as I thought about my life.
How worthless it has turned out. This terrible.
I have no money.
Or any place to go.
Ella was my last hope but her line is not going through!
What am I supposed to do now?
I placed my hand on my belly, recalling my baby.
"Hang in there, sweetie. Mummy will take care of you."
I sniffled as I rested my head on the wall.
MONTHS LATER.....
I took a bite on my sandwich, ignoring my dirty hands that are placing stains on the sandwich.
I hummed to the glorious taste as I rubbed my palm on my enormous bump.
I looked at Mary, my aged street saviour. She eating hers as well.
It's been months since I got kicked out of my home and months since I last saw Ernest. I have been in this particular spot on the streets with Mary and no day has pasted by without me thinking about him, wondering where he is and what he is doing.
Some times i fantasize on seeing him here. I pray everyday to see him and gain his forgiveness. I pray for my life back. I pray for my baby.
My belly has grown so big and heavy. I can't even stand up.
Don't get me started with how awful I look like right now. The dirt and the smell are very awful. That's what you get from living on the streets. The pasted months has not been easy but thanks to Mary, I didn't lack food. I think my baby will be fat when he or she comes out.
I can't wait to see them.
But I worry about this place. I don't want to raise them on the streets. I pray for a miracle every day. I prayed to raise them in a little apartment.
I am not asking for too much.
Just a room.
And a simple job to support me. That will be more than enough.
Mary handed me another sandwich. I smiled at her, nodding in thanks as I bring the sandwich to my mouth.
Something moved in my belly.
I froze.
It came again,
"Ah!" I let out a scream.
Another came and it was very sharp and painful.
"Ah!"
Mary held my hand.
Next, I felt something liquid rolling down my legs.
Oh God.
My water.
My heart sank into my stomach.
My baby is coming.
My heart pounded as I looked at Mary with widened eyes. She is looking at me worriedly.
"M.....my baby," i said.
Her face twitched.
I got another painful contraction.
"Help!" I screamed loudly, claiming people's attention.
"My baby! Please!" I screamed.
Some people came to me and helped me up.
I got a severe contraction again.
"Ah!" I screamed louder. The pain is unbearable. Everything felt blur. Next, I was placed in a tricycle.
I struggled with the pain till we got to a nearby hospital. The nurses placed me in a wheelchair and took me into the ward.
I was a screaming all through.
I was placed on a bed as I kept on screaming loudly. I saw a doctor with a face mask on, walking in as the nurses prepared everything.
My baby is coming.
The time is here already.
But i am not ready for it.
"AHH!" I screamed harder.
"You have to push, ma'am." I heard the doctor say.
I screamed louder than ever.
"Again, ma'am. Push again!" The doctor urged.
"She smells so bad," i heard one of the nurses say, making me look their direction regardless of my painful situation. They are standing away and covering their noses.
"Push, ma'am!" The doctor urged again. Him alone doesn't seem irritated by my smell and appearance.
I screamed louder, pushing my baby as hard as I could.
"Yes, yes, almost there." I heard the doctor say.
I screamed harder, sweating and panting relentlessly.
I heard a cry.
I let out a gasp.
"It's a boy." I heard the doctor say as he stood up from in between my legs with my naked, blood-stain baby boy in his hands.
I let out a breathless but happy laugh.
My baby. He is so adorable. He is......
I felt another contraction.
What is happening?
"Ah!"
The doctor handed my baby to the nurse and moved back in between my legs.
What is happening to me?
"We have another one coming, ma'am!" He said loudly, making my heart dropped.
Another.....?
"Ahhhhh!!!!!" I screamed to the agonizing pain. It is more painful than the first.
"Again! Push!"
"Urghhhhhhhh!!!!!!!"
I heard another cry.
The doctor stood on his feet and saw another baby in his hands.
I was dumbfounded.
"It's a girl." The doctor said.
I was a panting mess as I looked at the crying baby in his arms.
"Congratulations, ma'am. You have beautiful twins." he said.
I let out an helpless breath.
God, twins?