Help?

After the wreckage, she sent the phone messaging her dad to come to get there urgently and bring her mum.

"Yes, it is urgent."

"No I haven't been hurt," She said grimly. That was the point where she would not be hurt she never was. She was one long battle ax.

"We are at a party marking your success."

"Tell them I have had an accident and need you."

"Where are you?"

"At that dangerous junction."

"So you think your dad will be able to drive there in his present state?"

"More likely your sister will come and fetch you."

"No, do not bother them."

"What has got into you hon?"

"I want a family."

"Your sister is family."

"I know she will make such a fuss."

"Okay."

She was in tears highly unusual for her. It was an unforgettable time. She had been in something like an altercation. She could not explain oh Daddy please come.

She never cried and always dealt with things. She held her stomach she did not want to lose his baby.

It appeared a long time down in that manner of seeking someone to help her to heal her. I am alone now with you son.

But the baby was nearly taken from her in such a cruel manner too. Her fiance wanted to marry and adopt her baby.

"I will snatch it from you as if the baby you will give birth to had nothing to do with you."

He was asking for it. She had no idea but there was nothing else she could say.

All the words had been spoken and the vow broken. She had nothing to do but to mark him and disable his inclination.

Sheer effort and strength lent her the vileness to carry out her plan. She knew enough about the things but she could not risk an injection as lethal as it might have been.

So she had to handle him with strength and might.

He did not suspect the whole thing would be a nice surprise. He also wanted to finish it off with good raw sex.

He placed his hands on her and gently squeezed. After what he had said?

She was beginning to see red.

She did not reason like her cousins she knew it was not right and he would mark her and make her feel indecent. So she sat down pretty as a picture and plotted.

His new flame was from a proper family as if hers was not. Her mother was a well-read woman and her dad worked as a porter in a hospital but he dealt with them all.

When the life inside her was the only thing forward when that would make or break her entire family. Her man who had been driving was now nothing. He had died. He had killed her first then died.

She cradled herself in something like self-loathing she did not blame anyone but fate. She just did not.

She would be steadfast in her story and after the birth would come with it. But she needed the supportive arms of her family.

They were so used to being supported can they support her now? She knelt in pain. She felt cramped her feelings had not changed. It was his. He had dealt her a blow speaking about his new fresh love.

"I am in trouble." She said onto the phone luckily she had the mobile. She did nothing to cause a car crash and the only thing standing was her and her baby. The phone steadied her. Her father was coming. Her family her phone her piece one piece of the puzzle the goods. She was the goods.

The ultimate good?

She was not at work so she was bound to be bad. So she shrugged.

The thing was she had behaved improperly and had lost her only reputation. No one would see her as a nice girl. She never was she had been raped at five and then later started relations with her rapist. Her only clue was to behave right in front of people.

It was love. What is eating you up It was love what else could we do when we did not have love from any members of the family? Where was her dad?

Bedwetting and sharing she told the baby would not be that. She did nothing now and that was holding her up. She just had to stand still and steady herself.

She did not care to behave her man had said. She had not been what he wanted. Requirement was a decent wife a woman of character not like shame.

She blinked now in a similar rage as before.

Soon they would come and kill her because she was the one who got away. She had not died but he had. And was their precious son any use?

She had to be moved she had to get out of the country before they came and in the heat of the moment killed her.

How was she doing? Her mother knew people but it all took time. Money and time. What was she being assisted to do?

She had mated with a government official's son and he had died. So what would any self-respecting official do when in doubt kill?

"Phone them."

"They said go away."

"Go to Germany?"

"No one there to look after me."

"For a couple of months my precious."

She had been engaged to one of the up-and-coming men from the government. Sheer imbecility she thought they had a fight and she tried the wheel. Now she had fallen down in the world because the man had died because she had also died.

She was doing the driving?

They both were.

The car swerved and then bumped into a tree somehow the tree was still there. No, it was a van driving towards them.

A white van? She did not remember it was all a blank. She blandly laughed out loud to think a foolish dream could end in the usual manner of the family.

Her child would be born out of the wreckage. She had to let it all cool down before she could go back and time was a great healer. She was a good woman doctor. She could handle them all. She had to.

The tree did not budge somehow she was bleeding from the head and not the under regions.

She speaks now she is speaking to her baby the mother hardly out of her teens. She did not like to speak hardly ever.

But love gushed out of her cold heart towards her baby.