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 wasnโt wearing the clothes sheโd had on the previous night. Instead, she was in an old t-shirt and a pair of shorts she didnโt 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 thenโฆ 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 donโt remember muchโฆ”
Her aunt looked up from the phone, her expression warm and concerned. “Oh, Sandra, you were asleep when I got back last night. I didnโt want to wake you. You were fast asleep.”
Sandraโs brow furrowed as she tried to process this. “Youโฆyou 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 donโt remember that at all. The last thing I remember is watching a movie with Mark, and thenโฆ nothing.”
Her auntโs expression softened. “Youโve been under a lot of stress, dear. Itโs no wonder youโre feeling a bit disoriented. But everythingโs fine now. Youโre safe.”
“Markโฆ” Sandra repeated, her mind still swirling with questions. “Where is he? I didnโt 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.”
Sandraโs heart skipped a beat. “He left? Just like that?”
“Yes,” her aunt said, her tone casual. “Mark suggested they didnโt 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 couldnโt put her finger on it. “Didโฆ 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 wasnโt right. “I justโฆdonโt worry it’s nothingโฆ”
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 didnโt 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 beforeโsomething she couldnโt rememberโbut she knew it had something to do with mark.
To Be Continued