"You're a bitch!" My mother put her hand to my cheek with a slap that echoed through the room with an incredible echo. By inertia I brought my hand to that place with my heart beating with intense pressure as I felt the tears fall. "I can't believe it! You spread your legs to the first one who crossed you. I told you that boy was not a good match! with someone as elegant as you? He's not a big deal!" She took her hands to her hair, hyperventilating “You stained the Williams name and in the worst way,” she snapped at him with scabies.
I looked at Dad who saw the pregnancy test with sadness, pain and disappointment unlike Mom, she only saw me with disgust and pure hatred.
"Mom please..." I tried to say between sobs but was interrupted by her angry voice.
"Shut!! I am not going to allow you to collapse our social position just for your pleasure." She pointed to snatch the test from my father's hands and throw it aside. "Now you screw it up with this nonsense, did you think about how you're going to get? Did you think about the academy, the institute? You just ruined your life." She Loud sobbed.
Mom was a frustrated model, so much so that my diet has been fixed since I was born to be the perfect model that I was at my age in her time. From a very young age I had been trained as a robot to do everything perfectly without being able to make a mistake in anything.
My brother was in a corner of the room with his face neutral and his arms crossed without saying a word watching the scene.
"What will the media say? Our friendships?" She looks at me for a few seconds and approaches me threateningly. "I hope and you're thinking of aborting it." She looked at me and I didn't say anything. "Layla?" She arches one of his plucked eyebrows.
"It's not his fault," I muttered under his breath.
"Of course you are going to abort it, you are still a minor and I will decide for you. I will not let you ruin your life and therefore ruin us." I look at her in denial.
"I can't mom, please don't take it away from me," I begged her.
"She have the right to decide on the mother of the baby," my brother mentioned speaking for the first time.
"But I decide for her," she answers. "We can't let them see her pregnant." This time she turns to Dad, who kept his head down without moving a muscle. Mom started walking around the bedroom in circles.
"Aunt Rubí," my brother spoke, with teary eyes I watched him.
"What?" I ask confused.
"She has lived her whole life in France, nobody knows her. Well, nobody from your social circle. They send her there and have the baby. Layla was born there anyway." He walked over to us.
"You're not in a position to give an opinion," my father clarified, speaking for the first time and I looked at him sadly.
"Alex, what a great idea," Mom pointed out.
"No!" I got up from the seat. "What don't you understand? I want it with me," I wipe my tears.
"Layla, you are seventeen years old. What do you want?" My father looked at me expectantly.
"I'm not going to abort it or give it up for adoption, that baby is now my responsibility and I'm going to take it on," I say resolutely.
"Responsibility," she laughs bitterly. "The same responsibility you took when you got pregnant with that piece of garbage you have for a boyfriend?" Mom asked.
Dad stared at me for a long time. Silence was present between us. He might be angry, but I didn't think he was capable of that much. Not as much as Mom, of course.
"Bear in mind that if we let you have the baby, you will take care of everything that this entails. It will cost us everything only until birth, from there you will take care of it. All that is left in your cards is yours. I will not deposit anything else." he said seriously, disappearing through the door.
"Pack your bags and leave tomorrow morning, I'll buy your ticket and talk to your aunt about what's necessary," my mom says and then I leave my dad behind.
My brother and I stayed and I could only shed tears.
"What you did was wrong but I want you to know that I'm not going to leave you alone on this, okay?" My brother told me.