Chapter 5
Before our Professor in Creative Writing left, I received a text from Arina to meet her in the garden saying she has something to tell me. It must be important.
I went to the garden and I saw her at sitting on the bench looking so gloomy.
"Arina, what's the matter?" I asked.
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She looked up to me with tears welling up in her eyes.
"Ellie." She broke into tears when I hugged her.
I gently brush my hand on her hair to comfort her. She's really odd these past few days. She's being moody and overreacts on the simplest things. She also gained some weight.
Last night I told her that she gained some baby fats and she got mad at me. Very unusual of her.
"What's wrong?" I asked again.
"Ellie, I'm pregnant."
The last two words she said hit me like an
"What? Why?" I asked in confusion. She doesn't have any boyfriend and since we were in high school, she's been admiring Josh.
Josh.
"Was it Josh's?" I asked absentmindedly.
"No, no. I was..."
I waited for her to continue. Her hands are getting cold and trembling. She looked at nothing particular but her eyes are filled with so much fear.
"I can wait if you are still not ready to talk--" she cut me off.
"I was raped, Ellie."
It feels like my physical body and consciousness got separated.
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I became more careful around her because of her condition. After she told me that, I always get a call from her every night. She's always crying, telling me she can't bear it anymore and she wants to end it. I always answer that it is okay and it will be alright.
I asked her about the details even though I know it will be hard for her. She doesn't want to report it to the police because she said she can't trust them.
Like adding fuel to the fire, it became the hardest for her is when her parents didn't believe her and disowned her. She only got a week to stay in her dormitory and she have nowhere to go. I can't have my parents' support over this matter because they didn't like Arina the moment they knew what happened to her. They even blamed her for being careless.
Drat it. Society really sucks. Why do they always blame the victim making them feel worst? I hate it.