Meeting You Again

"Robbie, I-I am pregnant," I gathered all my courage in the last fifteen days just to speak out these words, but I was not prepared for his response.

"So, what am I supposed to do?" Robbie asked, looking at me with eyes full of disdain.

"It-it is" I got choked on my words.

I don't know what I was thinking of, but this was certainly not the reply I was expecting. Is he going to completely overlook what happened between us? Is he not going to acknowledge this child, which is his too? Am I seriously going to be thrown away like this?

"It is what?" he asked in a steely voice, his grey eyes sharp enough to cut through iron.

This voice terrified me. I was tongue-tied. Why on earth was I such a coward? Damnit! Why did I ever submit myself to him? I am such a fool. I knew he was not the committed type and still...What should I do now? I am only 17. My family has already abandoned me and now him too. What kind of crime did I commit to suffer through all this? My eyes were stinging with tears that I desperately tried to hold back. The pain of being rejected so harshly was choking me. There was nothing more to talk about. It was an excruciating agony to know that my love for him meant nothing to him! Suddenly, I did not want to see him anymore! In fact, I did not want to see anyone anymore.

Damnit! Damnit all!

I turned around to leave and go as far away from this place as possible, but then I heard his voice speak to me in a mocking tone.

"What happened? You came to beg for money. Why are you running off then? Too ashamed to ask for it? Don't worry, I don't mind giving it to you. Get an abortion. Don't push this headache on me!"

WHAT?

Money? What will I do with his filthy MONEY?

Will his money stop the mouth which are going to claim that I am a man-whore?

Will those disgusting notes turn my life back to a normal one?

Will that nasty cash give me the treatment I deserve as a human?