Sassy Angel’s Secret Sin

Chapter 35 – Marry Me (Anj‘s POV) 

When I was two, Sister Grace made me go and join Anya in school because she thought an environment with children around me would be healthy for me – mentally and physically. Anya was in kindergarten, and I remembered her teacher let me stay in the play area to make myself busy with colorful blocks as they learned to count numbers and read alphabet letters. 

“What did you learn today?” Sister Grace asked me as she picked us up after school. She put me in a toddler carrier and held Anya‘s hand as we all returned to the nursing home. Aunt Rose had to work full time after her husband died in an accident on the job site, s 

after taking care of the residents in the nursing home, picked us up. 

“Counting numbers and reading alphabet letters,” Anya jumped cheerfully as she answered. 

Sister Grace smiled. “That‘s nice. How about my little angel? What did you learn today?” “Counting numbers and reading alphabet letters,” I repeated Anya‘s answer. Anya wrinkled her nose as she glowered at me. “No, Sister Grace. She‘s only playing at the play area the whole time,” she stuck her tongue out as if pissed that I had to mimic her. 

I recalled Sister Grace laughing at us as we walked happily on the street. That night, as she was bathing me, she was surprised as I started counting anything I saw in our small bathroom and reading letters on the labels of soap and shampoo bottles. It was the beginning that Sister Grace paid attention to my abilities, recognizing me as a child prodigy, someone with a high IQ. She told me I had extraordinary skills with multiple intelligence in spatial and logical mathematics but someone with poor behavior because I was naughty, bold, and sassy. And that behavior pulled me into this situation, beating my big brain. 

When I looked at the plus sign on the pregnancy test, my high IQ was not needed to explain what it meant. My hands trembled as I pushed the small kit to show it to Sister Grace, and once again, her tears rolled down her cheeks again, smiling sadly at me 

My shoulders shook as I sobbed, sitting on her lap and burying my head on her neck as I cried hard. She knew that I had planned my life, but my path and decisions will change with a child on the way. My baby will not be like me, growing up without knowing who I am and where I came from. 

She held my shoulders and moved me away from her to wipe my tears. “Stop crying now,” she said as her fingers combed my hair. “Are you telling him?” 

the same decision as I was, not telling my father that she got pregnant, that I was

here for you,” she pressed her forehead to my temple. “If you wish to tell him about the child, we will help you, but if

‘orandchild and my tears

35 Marry

“Enough crying. As much as I support your silly decision to keep the baby from Sky, you must tell

you won’t tell anyone about the

not interfere with your decisions unless they hurt you,” she said as she tapped my back. “Now, will you please stand, up?

and peeked outside the window. “If Anya and Dylan look for me, can you please tell them I‘m in the garden?” I told her, and when she nodded, I walked toward the door, heading to the rose

*** 

asked for a miracle, not a baby. Yet, looking at the stars sparkling in the sky reminded me of the night I was with Sky at the beach. Who would know that it would change my life

worried me, Anj,” Anya said, lying beside me while Dylan was on my other side. “I hate it when Uncle Jesse has to call you. Ever

know,” I turned my head on her and chuckled. “We can‘t

I heaved a deep sigh, fixing my eyes on the tiny diamonds scattered above us. The graduation will be in four months, and my baby bump will be obvious at six months. Although I could still get up on the stage to get my diploma, I had to wait before pursuing a new degree after graduation. I have been telling Sister Grace of my plan to study Chemistry. “It‘s nothing serious,” I

her for a while. What happened?” I pursed my lips, not knowing where to start. Dylan got up, released my hand, and hugged his

to us, Anj,” she said, still staring

myself from

“And...” I inhaled a lungful of air but breathed them out as I continued, “I got drunk, and when I woke up, I was...” I stopped. “I woke up...” I bit my upper lip, hoping to stop myself from crying, but despite that, my shoulders shook as I began to sob.

like she knew what happened but didn‘t