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

to protect my belly from harm, but I’m worried

should think about the consequences.” Lawrence continues to persuade her,

been silent for a long time, finally utters

to see what would happen if

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

hands are still on my clothes, so she is brought

sharp scream, Whitney

stops at

“Child, my child!”

an

on her white dress,

totally shocked and do not know

of pregnancy. For instance, every day she wears high heels and has a delicate makeup, she never has