Unknown Pregnancy
Episode 5
Sandra work up the next morning to find herself laying on the bed. She awoke to a throbbing pain in her head, as if a hammer were p******g inside her skull. The sunlight filtering through the curtains made her squint, and she groaned softly, trying to piece together what had happened the night before. But her memory was fuzzy, and the details slipped through her fingers like sand.
As she slowly sat up, Sandra realized with a start that she wasnât wearing the clothes sheâd had on the previous night. Instead, she was in an old t-shirt and a pair of shorts she didnât remember putting on. Panic gripped her as she tried to recall the events, but everything was a blur. The last thing she could remember was drinking the juice Mark had given her, and then⊠nothing.
Her heart raced as she swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood up, a wave of dizziness washing over her. She needed to find her aunt and figure out what had happened. As she made her way to the living room, her thoughts were a jumbled mess of fear and confusion.
When she reached the parlor, she found her aunt sitting on the couch, going through her mobile phone. Sandra hesitated in the doorway, feeling a surge of relief at seeing her, but also a gnawing sense of dread.
“Aunty,” Sandra began, her voice shaky as she walked into the room, “what happened last night? I donât remember much⊔
Her aunt looked up from the phone, her expression warm and concerned. “Oh, Sandra, you were asleep when I got back last night. I didnât want to wake you. You were fast asleep.”
Sandraâs brow furrowed as she tried to process this. “YouâŠyou came back last night?”
“Yes, I did,” her aunt confirmed, putting the phone aside and giving I tried waking you up, I tapped and tapped you yet no response. It was as if you had taken sleeping drugs. You must have been really tired.”
Sandra blinked, the pieces of the puzzle not quite fitting together. “I donât remember that at all. The last thing I remember is watching a movie with Mark, and then⊠nothing.”
Her auntâs expression softened. “Youâve been under a lot of stress, dear. Itâs no wonder youâre feeling a bit disoriented. But everythingâs fine now. Youâre safe.”
“Mark⊔ Sandra repeated, her mind still swirling with questions. “Where is he? I didnât see him this morning.”
Her aunt sighed and shook her head slightly. “Oh, Mark left with his mother early this morning. They had to go back home.”
Sandraâs heart skipped a beat. “He left? Just like that?”
“Yes,” her aunt said, her tone casual. “Mark suggested they didnât want to wake you. They said their goodbyes and left quietly.”
Sandra stared at her aunt, trying to read between the lines. Something felt off, but she couldnât put her finger on it. “Did⊠did Mark say anything before he left?”
“Not really,” her aunt replied, a hint of confusion in her voice. “Why? Is something wrong, Sandra?”
Sandra hesitated, unsure of how to explain the nagging feeling that something wasnât right. “I justâŠdonât worry it’s nothing⊔
Her aunt sighed again, her patience seemingly wearing thin. “Sandra, what’s the meaning of this nonsense, I said they left. Why all these questions”
Sandra apologies slowly, but the unease in her chest didnât go away.
Sandra forced a smile and nodded, but as she headed back to her room, her mind was far from at ease. She felt as if something had happened the night beforeâsomething she couldnât rememberâbut she knew it had something to do with mark.
To Be Continued
