#Chapter 38 What could be worse

Patara - weeks later It didn’t make sense. I went to bed with a flat stomach, and now there was a large bump as if I was 8 months pregnant. None of my clothes fit except for sweats and oversized sweatshirts that I normally only wore when I had my period. Now it was all I had that fit over my stomach. My mother did her best to avoid me at all costs over the past few weeks. I didn’t intend to seek her out even for this—but I knew something was very wrong. I needed help, even if it wasn’t from her. I called my sister and she pulled up to the house within the hour. I wobbled as quietly as I could down the stairs, though it wouldn’t have mattered if I was extremely loud. My mother would have ran the other way the moment she realized I was coming down the stairs. If my father wasn’t at work, I might have gone to him. He at least still talked to me even when my mother gave me the cold shoulder. “Pat!” My sister gasped when she saw me. All it took was one look and she knew so