One More Chance by Jaycelle Rodriguez

Chapter 25: Panic

~~~And should they tell you, you'll never pull through, don't hesitate, stand tall and say; 'I can make it through the rain. I can stand up once again, on my own and I know that I'm strong enough to mend. And every time I feel afraid, I hold tighter to my faith and I live one more day, and I can make it through the rain. As I live once again, and I live one more day, I can make it through the rain' ~~~

-R. Ann Go-

I spent three days and three nights in Jack's apartment without telling our maids and even my driver where I was staying. I only came home when I had to get some clothes as I used Jack's dress and sleep wears while I was staying with her.

I checked the time from my wristwatch... it's 10:30 pm. I got out of the car and swung my sling bag as I headed towards the entrance. But I didn't know Luke was furiously waiting for me in the living room. I also had no idea he was calling me the whole day as I put my phone in silent. "Where have you been?"

I gasped in shock and I accidentally closed the door with a loud 'bang'. I had to blink twice and thrice to make sure that it was really him

"Where the hell have you been all day and these fucking three days, Samantha?" He shouted again that pulled me back to my senses.

'So he's already here. He finally came from his week-long vacation.'

It was only then that I noticed the bottle of beers on the table. Whoa! What the hell was his problem? I have lived in this house for five months and I think it's only the second time I've seen him face the bottle of alcohol.

I stared at him for a few seconds before shaking my head and went towards the stairs. He's drunk and I don't have plans on talking to him.

"Where are you going?" His voice rang through my ears but I kept walking.

"Samantha!"

I pretended to be deaf and ignored him until I felt a strong hand grab my wrist.

"Ouch! What the---"

"Fucking answer me, woman! Where have you been these past three days?" He asked, his eyes showed the anger he has.

But I pulled my hand from his grip and looked at him with narrowed eyes.

you if I was gone for three days?" I asked, raising

answer my question with another question, Samantha

do you care? I thought you said 'I shouldn't ask anything about your whereabouts and your personal life as you won't ask anything about mine', huh?" I noticed how

feels when you ask someone and you haven't got the right answer and oh--- the feeling

"But we're different, Samantha!"

turned to him,

Is it because you're a man and

a

that you will leave and go home whenever you want without asking for my permission and my opinion because I wasn't your

longer heard his words until I reached the

something bad happened to my child, Samantha, I swear..." but he didn't finish his

forgotten what you're doing every other night? You're bringing a different fucking buddy without thinking about how I feel! If my damned feelings would affect the development of your child or not! So Luke Marcuz, don't act as if you're a responsible person because you're not!" I screamed the

back and look for what happened. I closed the door to my room and a

filled me as I watched his car disappear from my sight. I was mad, sad, disappointed and hurt at the same

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sleep that night. I was thinking about the things that are happening between us and how it would affect our baby as she grows up. Wouldn't the way

with this situation? What if I hadn't continued my plan that night and

well when I woke up... a little dizzy as I only fell asleep at half-past three in the morning. I checked the time from my alarm clock and it's only six am, which means I only slept two and a half hours. But since my body was used to waking up early,

morning, ma'am." She greeted me with a smile. "Do you want me to make you a glass of milk for

you're doing. And I think I want fresh cold milk than a hot one,

"I'm preparing cheese and

heard the sound of something dropped on

What happened?" I asked pointing to the wooden spatula near her

your skirt." She replied, taking

"What do you mean---"

"You're bleeding, ma'am Samantha."

what she was talking about, I looked behind my skirt and there I saw a red spot of blood that the size of