My Love My Hatred (Jennie and Lance)
Chapter 37
Chapter 37
Lance looked at me and thought for a while, then asked: “You like kids?”
I was stunned once again. I didn’t understand why he would ask me this question so suddenly
“I can’t say I like or don’t like, you don’t have a choice when it comes to being a parent one day.” This was my answer.
But true enough, I can’t say I like nor doesn’t like kids. Maybe if one day I get my own child, I might know my own answer.
“Weren’t you pregnant before, how could you say you’ve never been a mother?” Lance’s face turned dark.
I was completely confused, why was he acting so strange?
“Then if you said it like that, you were once a father too. Any comments? Do you like kids?” I asked back angrily.
Lance was shocked by my response and question. He paused for a brief moment and moved his lips. Then he said: “Then it would depend on who’s the mother of my child.”
I’m not stupid.
I stopped talking to him to prevent embarrassing myself any further. I looked up at my drip-feeding tube. Good, it was almost done. I pressed on the bell on my bench.
One more small tube and I could leave this man alone.
The nurse changed a new one for me and before she leave, she glanced at Lance again.
However, Lance didn’t even look at the nurse, she seemed a little disappointed.
I searched for a novel from the web and started reading. This way, I could forget about the man sitting beside me.
Lance stopped watching the show and asked me: “Can I look through your album in your phone?”
My eyes opened wide and I stared at him, how the hell did he become a gentleman out of a sudden?
“If I say no, would you not?” I asked.
“Of course I will.” he shrugged his shoulder.
I rolled my eyes and said: “Then why even bother to ask?”
*Jennie, aren’t you getting braver and braver everyday? Since when did you have the guts to speak to me like that?” he must have noticed my bad attitude and eye-rolling. Did he felt challenged by a low worker?
“How do you want me to treat you? Should i have taken off my clothes and let the old man rape me last night?” I asked him back. I still couldn’t let that incident off. I couldn’t get over it. To be honest, I felt that I’m a cruel person, not to others, to myself. I kept hurting myself on the same wound again and again.