Eleven

EMMA*

The car ride felt silent and heavy, and even though I knew he deeply opposed it, Rowan reluctantly drove me back to my apartment. Layla also told me that, as a bonus, she was going to pay for my tuition for the last year.

And no matter how I tried to reject it, she insisted on it till I reluctantly agreed. I was eternally grateful, but I knew she was doing all this for a price, and that was the child in my belly.

“I’m giving you not less than ten minutes to pack your bags,” he instructed. He didn’t even look at me; I didn’t say anything, but Rowan knew I understood. God, I wanted to slam that freaking car door right in his face. He was so arrogant. I walked up the steps, and that was when I realized I had kept my phone silent the whole day.

I opened it to see text messages and calls from……