My husband, Doctor Adrian

The Blue Eyed Boy

NATHAN'S POV

"The divorce that took place between 90s-era actors and actresses Vienna Starleen and Ethan Dawson was shocking. Their marriage, which had lasted for almost thirty years, had been blessed with a son, Dawson's founder Entreprise, Nathan Daw.."

I turned off the television and threw the original remote over the sofa. There's nothing I feel. My parents' marriage was over a long time ago, only they were still married on paper. I let out a breath. Why, Ma? Are we both unlucky in love?

I called Mama. Not lifted. Maybe he was busy drinking with his friends. While Papa? I don't know. I don't want what happened to them to break my mood. Since I was a child, I have been used to it myself. There are only servants in the house. Both my parents were always busy with their work, charity work, and social activities. That's what makes me also a dissident child and my youth can be categorized as a little wild. I gradually changed when I founded my own company. I busy. There's nothing else I really care about, until Lula comes into my life.

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LULA'S POV

"Jeek.. Yuck.." I wiped my forehead with the back of my hand. It's not like I read on the internet. Why am I experiencing morning sickness? I wish I had locked my bedroom door. I hope Mama doesn't hear it.

When I came out of the bathroom in my room, Mama was standing behind the door. Gosh darn. I forgot to lock the door.

I didn't dare look Mama in the eye, and I guess that's what made her ask..

"Why you?" there was a tone of disbelief in his voice. My heart is beating fast. Is this the time, Lord?

I looked into both of Mama's eyes. I could see clearly her dislike for me. It feels like it's torn. Knowing that my own mother has a dislike for me. He looked at my stomach which was a little more filled than he knew, and that was enough. That's more than my explanation.

He turned around quickly. I couldn't see his view that was definitely full of hate. I could only look down and cry.

A second later, he turned around and raised one of his hands into the air. It was as if all of this was too heavy for him. I wanted to calm her down, but I felt unworthy. The disgust I had with myself in my early pregnancy returned. Does my mom feel the same way about me? I'll do anything by then, so there's no need to have this baby.

I grabbed Mama's hand, though I couldn't speak. I just don't want him to leave me alone.

Mama threw my hand. His face looks emotional.

"Who?" lirih.

I'm speechless. I don't want to.. Mama called Adrian. I just want to raise this kid alone. I would do anything so no one would know.

"You can't even tell Mama?" My mother half shouted. I knelt before him, as if begging for forgiveness. When Mama moved her hand, I closed both my eyes. I knew that whatever he would do to me, I deserved it. But I was wrong, Mama didn't hit me. He held his chest.

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I saw Mama in pain, immediately called an ambulance. I regret everything I did. I should have known Mama had a weak heart. I am just an unfilial child.

I brought Mama to lean.

Shortly after, the ambulance arrived. Two green-clad male nurses came and took Mama on a stretcher. I dare not look at Mama who is out of breath. I fear. I'm really afraid of losing the only person I have in this world.

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ADRIAN'S POV

The place is dark as usual. Dark and damp. The only table in the house is full of tools that I don't understand. There are also some syringes like the ones I often see on television. Usually, adults who have finished playing with this tool will fall asleep, or half asleep. I don't know. All I care about is Chewie.

I put my body on the floor. Cold, but comfortable. I kept focusing on Chewie, my only toy. Chewie is a blue car. The shape is already very ugly because Mommy once slammed it until the door came off.

I could only faintly hear the strange sounds made by the two adults. One of them, belonged to the woman I loved most, Mommy. They sound in pain. But I won't open the door. No more.

I hold my stomach. Hungrier. Should I go to the end of the road? I love going there because there is a restaurant. I used to look for food in a big green dumpster made of iron. Sometimes when lucky, I can find a little milkshake that the owner does not drink. Several times I also found the best burger I've ever eaten.

Obviously, I don't want to open the door. I can't bother Mommy anymore. I didn't want Mommy's big friend to beat me up again just because I asked for food.

"Pay, you fool!" Suck Mommy at her boyfriend.

I close my body to the wall under the table. I know, the guy's gonna be out soon. I don't want to meet any of them. They're evil. They hurt me often.

BUGS..

What is that sound? Did anything fall in Mommy's room?

"Luck!" Shouting Mommy.

"Pay your debt to me, jal*ng! I don't think you'll be able to pay it off even if I**have you slept hundreds of times!" The man came out of Mommy's room. He slammed the door on Mommy's room so it opened a little. I can see Mommy from here. He closed his eyes.

The man looked down, approached me. He breathed cigarette smoke into me through his mouth. I coughed. Suddenly I felt a heat on my shoulder.

"Room, Mommy!"

The man put the tip of his cigarette on my shoulder, making my shirt hollow and my skin burning.

"Go there before I'll* you!" he screamed in front of my face. I won't be able to forget it. The man with the smell of cigarette smoke. Mommy has a lot of friends, but she's the only one who's always done that to me. I'm lucky today, he didn't beat me all out.

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I'll wake up right away from sleep. I'm out of breath. I just had a dream apparently. A very real dream. I knew it was a piece of my childhood. A time I've never told anyone before. I don't know why, lately I've always been haunted by nightmares. Every time I close my eyes, I see that kid. The blue-eyed boy.