In My Desperate Time

I get panic and the hairs on my body prickle with nervousness when I think about my child.

I wouldn’t be afraid if it happened before. The worst of rolling down the stairs is just to break legs or arms, without threat on my life. But now the situation is different. I’m having a baby and I can’t allow this to happen.

“Whitney, don’t be impulsive.” I turn my head around and try to calm her down.

But I find her eyes are red, like fierce burning fire. She is mentally ill. I really feel afraid that she would have an attack at the moment.

She originally intended to stay with Frances so she told him her pregnancy. But it goes the other way around. Frances actually wants to send her away. No wonder she would go mad.

Lawrence continuously shakes his head at Whitney downstairs, “Whitney, stop this craziness, come down and go with me.”

“I’ve told you that I’m not going! Don’t force me or I’ll push her down.”

As she says, she gives me a gentle push but she doesn’t loosen her hands on me.

with them now, not really

my belly from harm, but I’m worried that Frances will get suspicious about my obvious

really push her down, you will lose Frances forever. You should think about

has been silent for a long time, finally utters

see what would happen if you

her hands a little, and I take this chance to hold onto the handrail

hands are still on my

Whitney rolls down

she stops at

“Child, my child!”

an extremely

spreads out on her white

shocked and do

show any signs of pregnancy. For instance, every day she wears high heels and has a delicate