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.

not really trying to hurt

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

You should think about the consequences.” Lawrence continues to persuade

been silent for a

what would

cold voice, Whitney loosens her hands a little, and I take this chance to hold onto the handrail of the stairs and quickly run

didn’t expect that her hands are still on my clothes, so she is brought down

a sharp scream, Whitney rolls

she stops at

“Child, my child!”

splutters, in an extremely weak

spreads out on her white dress,

totally shocked and do not know

once occurred to me that she may lie to be pregnant because she didn’t show any signs of pregnancy. For instance, every day she wears high heels and has a delicate makeup, she never