#Chapter 219: Answer the Question

“I… uh…” It should have been as easy to lie about my pregnancy as it had been to lie about my projection ability. But, they were my parents. Deep down, I wanted them to love my child as much as I did, even if they had never given me any indication that they would. My mother’s expression grew sterner, the longer I struggled to answer. Slowly, it became more and more clear that they wouldn’t approve. “I think I should go.” I turned on my heel and headed for the door. Mom moved quickly, blocking my path. “You are not going anywhere until we have answers.” “Please let me go.” Mom shook her head. “Answer the question, Cynthia.” I was trapped. I didn’t have a choice. “Yes, I’m pregnant.” My mother’s face went bright red. My father stormed forward, away from the couch. “You are what?” my father demanded. “Do you even know who the father is?” my mother said. “Or maybe it didn’t matter. Maybe you just wanted to disappoint us. I can’t tell you how ashamed I am to have you as a daugh