Chapter 1 Twenty years ago

Twenty years ago

Jessie Jefferson Pov:

I hurriedly walked out of the doctor's office as I felt hurt and hatred for him, he's the reason why my life seemed miserable, and regret filled my thoughts, I sat slowly on a bench in the corridor, a nurse hurriedly walked past me and glance slightly at me, she quickly entered the emergency ward as it seems like urgency in her movement, I quickly avoided a gazed and wiped my eyes with the edge of my sky-blue printed skirt, my black heels seems sweaty, I took off the shoes in my right leg and caressed my toes

My eyes gazed at the brown envelope Dr. Maxwell gave me and the thought of gazing at my test results once again scared me, I quietly sobbed and didn't care about the eyes of people who stared at me, because of that man, I was in a lot of mess that would last me a lifetime, he's the reason for my pain, and I don't think I'll ever forgive him, but I can't ever hate who I love, would it ever be possible, I thought to myself, memories of my past floats in my head.

Suddenly, I felt a cold breeze on my face, my black short hair blew up, covering part of my face, jerking me off my thoughts, and I unconsciously gasped for breath, I arranged back my hair and took off a string of hair which swing in my face, and arrange the collar of my black chiffon blouse, I slide my legs back in my heel, and hang my black bag on my shoulder, and took the brown envelope on the bench, I stood up quickly, and brace up like my feelings weren't trampled on, I put on my black sunglasses and I hurriedly walked out of the hospital and headed toward my car, I sat in front of my car, and place my head on my steering wheel, I had a light tap on my car window, and I slowly raised my head to see who dared cut me off my thought

I weakly raised my head, and the sight of a tall handsome young man caught my, he was a security guard in the hospital I came out from

"Excuse me, ma'am" he called out to me with his charming baritone voice

"Can I help you?" I weakly asked him and gazed at him with my eyes partly closed

"The man over there wants to have a word with you," he smiled and told me and pointed in the direction of a navy blue sports car

"Who the hell is that?" I wondered and asked him, gazed at the car

"Tell him, if he wants to speak to me, he should rather get down from...," I paused with the sudden sound of a loud outcry behind me, and I quickly turned to see what it could have been

The sight of a young skinny lady heavily pregnant in labor caught my eye, she screamed out

I felt hurt even more and I wish it was a reverse.