“There is no way you will stain our name! You are not worthy to bear the Mazur’s heir and my grandchild!” She says, and I see darkness for a minute.
I then toss my qualms aside, hoping that I am overthinking. The paranoia surging in me is unwarranted. I am not thinking right.
“I still don’t get you, Madam!” I say, my insides convulsing with deep ciriosities.
“Two things are for sure - you can never be a Mazur, but you can make a fortune out of this. In return, you get rid of that thing inside your belly. No other person can ever find out that you were impregnated by a Mazur!”
Heaven just broke loose! The ozone layers are producing some nauseous aura that is why I am unable to breathe. My vision is becoming vague, my legs fail to support me completely, and I find myself slamming on the bed. My head is rebounding with assorted mental rejections. I am in general, dumbfounded!
I thought they were heartless and vicious, but to this magnitude? Never in a million years would I have thought. I surmised that they would do anything just to protect their fucking family name, but this? Murderers?
And Ray? How the hell in God’s name can he right this? How can he betray me like this to consent to such animosity? Doesn’t he have a heart, just like his cursed mother here? It’s alright if he never loved me like I thought, but his child? How can he consent to killing his own child? Just how wrong was I about this family, huh?
They expect me to terminate the pregnancy, to actually kill my child, just to protect their name? Thy want to turn me into a murderer, and all for what?
“You have had enough time to think. Now name your prize!” The galling woman speaks again, pulling out a chequebook and a pen in her jeans pocket.
They really had laid and finalized the evil astounding plan, huh? I drag myself up to my feet, my eyes meeting hers as I suck back the tears that are drenching my face.
I know I had said I will not cry again because of this. But I did not see this coming. I did not know that the issue would drag to such proximity. This is beyond me. Her words are still ringing in my head with same weight or even more, and it is causing havoc inside me.
The insolence of these people, the temerity, the animosity, all suck so much! I curse the day I met them. I curse the day I met that cursed son of a bitch! They are all rotten to the core.
“Do you even know what you and your rotten son are suggesting?” I ask, ready to put up fight to defend my rights and that of my child.
Abortion their feet! She can swallow back her own children and abort them, but as for me, there is no way I am succumbing to their blackmail and such unforgivable abomination. Besides, I am not forcing them to take responsibility for my child. I already said I don’t need them and neither does my child. Why are they doing this to me?
“Think of your future. With what we are offering, you and your generation will know no poverty. You will all live swimming in luxuries. This is just a little sacrifice for a mind-boggling catch that a sensible poor pest like you can never say no to, Irma.”
And she is so bold saying that? She is not even blinking nor twitching in her composed posture. Why hasn’t the heaven struck this wretched witch dead, huh? I can not believe I am hearing this from a mother, of all people? What insolence and shame to motherhood she is!
“My future, is this baby that I am carrying. There is no price to it. So even if you offer me the entire Mazur fortune, I will still turn it down. There is no price for a life, much less that of my baby. Not everything can be bought by wealth, Mrs Mazur!” I state, hoping that she leaves me alone.
God knows I can forget and even forgive this family for every other thing, but not this one. Never!
“You don’t get it, you fool! I am not giving you an option here. I am telling what I need you to do and you must concede if you don’t want to see the ugly side of me!” She warns, sounding like a dare devil, but not even that is enough to scare me.
For my child, I will fight even the devil himself. This witch does not scare me one bit with her pathetic orders. If there is anything she is managing to do, it is rising my rage and wrath for this family.
I look her in the eyes, unflinching, and so unthreatened by her stern sinister gazes.
“Well, sorry to let you know that you don’t own me, Mrs Mazur, and I am not an object that has no say. I have all the rights to decide for my child and myself, while you and your rotten to the core family have zero rights. Don’t make me detest you more than I already do!”
She emits a bitter mischievous smirk, shifting in her posture before speaking.
“That is where you are wrong, Irma! With all that is at stake, if ever this bastard’s face gets revealed to the public, we have all the rights to decide about it and you have to abide or else…”
“Else what?” I cut her off. I don’t have the rights to my own child? How dare they even insinuate that, huh? What kind of people are these? “What will you do if I don’t agree to kill my child like you are ordering, because I am even considering it!” I quiz.
She breathes in and out, urging a bogus calmness.
“You do not have a choice here. Get rid of that damn thing, and we will all have peace. Otherwise you will be breathing as per my orders wherever you go! You know I have the power and the influence to do anything I want.”
I see. The voice of money an power, huh? How about the voice of right and justice, huh?
“I can sue you and your entire family for this, you know?” I speak, feeling worn out of these endless irksome conversation.
And she burst out with a reverberating laughter that leaves me swimming in thoughts as she cracks her ribs. What is so humorous in my statement that stroke her ticklish spot like this? I have never even seen her laugh so wildly like this.
The echoes of her laughter stops abruptly, and her smug fades. Her face conforms to a she-devil as she speaks.
“You try that game with me, and I swear that you will be the one to rot behind bars for trying to sneak your way into this family by getting yourself pregnant. Let’s see if that thing you are fighting for will survive behind the cold walls of jail. Do you want to try me?” She queries, trying to intimidate me with her threats, and she is almost succeeding.
I am trembling and I hope she doesn’t see how much she is beginning to intimidate me.
“There is no offense for love. I can not be sued or jailed just because I fell in love.” I state, almost finding her statement humorous, but I cloak my molding glee the moment she speaks again.
“That is, if there will be anyone to prove that you were indeed in love. I could say you seduced my son and got yourself pregnant. Or better still, you drugged him, and creating such a scene is as easy as the way I just said it. Now, if Ray, consented to this deal, who is your only witness that you both were in love as you claim, do you think he will come to your defense, or that of his family’s?”
The arrow pierced exactly where she aimed at. Where it stings the most. If that monster was capable of agreeing to kill his own child, what more can’t he do? And you know, this witch has a very valid point. A pathetic nobody like me stands a zero chance against such an iconic family. Money is the only voice in this nation. Money rolls. I will be sentenced before I can even try to defend myself.
And since I have no way out of this whole messy quagmire that I threw myself into in the cursed name of stupid love, how about I create one