No One But You

Then I looked him in the face.

He paused.

His expression was strange, with a little guilty.

Why was he guilty?

I had already concluded that it had nothing to do with Calvin, but Secretary Frank's expression really made me suspicious.

He quickly adjusted, "Miss Josephine, don't think nonsense. Calvin is not the person."

"You know Calvin, too?"

"He's somebody. How could I not know him?" Secretary Frank didn't want to fight but threw me a mobile phone, "Buy things on internet when you are bored. The money is enough for you." Secretary Frank left. Before he left, he told Bennett and Stella to watch me closely and not let me make trouble again.

After he left, I threw away the cell phone he had left me.

He was supposed to know what's happened these days.

I returned the clothes bought for me by Calvin and asked him for money, and extorted Elena.

In his heart, I was a woman who loved money very much.

They money I asked them was deserved by me.

But I didn't want that man's money. He wanted it for my body, my child, and I won't let him succeed.

In the next morning, I woke up and heard someone talking downstairs. I leaned out of the window and saw some food coming.

Usually Bennett go out to buy food, and Stella did housework at home, but both of them did not go out today.

Secretary Frank told them to watch me closely last night. It seemed that they were not going to go out today, nor would they let me go out.

I made an appointment with the doctor yesterday for today's operation, so I must go out.

I held the wall step by step to move downstairs. Stella and Bennett came to help me when they saw me, "Miss Josephine, why do you go downstairs? If you want something, we'll send it to you." Well, it looked like I was being held prisoner.

I sat closest to the gate, wondering how I was going to slip out of here.

If it wasn't for my bad legs, they wouldn't have been able to run after me.

Bennett handed me a glass of water. When I took it, I made a deliberate hand shake, and then the water all poured on my leg.

The water was hot, but not that hot.

I screamed, "Oh, it hurts!"

Because it had just poured into my wound on the top of the gauze. Bennett did not know my wound was like, so they panicked. "Miss Josephine, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I did not hold it tightly!" Bennett was taking cry sound, "Miss Josephine, are you all right?" "It's killing me. Take the medicine chest!" I screamed.

Bennett hurried upstairs.

I looked at the stunned Stella, "Go take clothes for me. Do you want me wear the wet clothes?"

Stella came to her senses, and hurriedly ran upstairs.

I would run now!

I gritted my teeth, got up from the sofa, walked to the door, picked up the sneakers from the shoe rack and ran out without putting them on.

Driver Dixon was not at the door. I didn't need a car because I was grounded.

I slipped from the path. Not long before I heard Stella and Bennett shouting.

I knew the neighborhood better than they did, and I had already made several turns to explore all the exits.

I got on the taxi at a remote exit that I had hailed it beforehand.

The car took me directly to the hospital. I looked at my watch and the appointment with the doctor was 9:30. It was only 9 o'clock. I can catch up with that. It was easy to defeat them.

I laid my hand upon my belly, and was filled with sorrow at the thought that I was soon to kill a living being.

But it had to be done.

If I kept it, one day it would ask me who its parents were.

I wonder what the man would say to him.

Or he would have another mother who loved him the way everyone else thought she loved him.

I gave birth to my first child but couldn't be with him.

Now, he was just a tiny embryo with no small hands, feet or brains, so it wasn't too cruel to abort him during early pregnancy. When I got to the hospital, the kind driver asked me if he would help me in. I shook my head and thanked him for his kindness.

I hopped into the hospital and into the operating room.

The operation was simple, and I chose the most expensive project which would be carried out by the director of obstetrics and gynecology. This kind of surgery was harmful to the body, I certainly wanted to do the least harm to myself and feel the least pain.

I lay quietly on the operating table while the doctors and nurses prepared for the surgery.

It was a minor operation, not so complicated.

The doctor stood in front of me after disinfection, "I will have artificial abortion operation for you now. Have you determined your mind?"

"Yes." Nonsense. It was like a cut with a knife once he asked me about that.

I looked calm, but I knew how bad it would be for me to take him off.

I closed my eyes and said nothing as the nurse gave me a preoperative disinfection. A cotton ball dipped in iodine and wiped my skin. Goose bumps rose wherever the cotton ball went.

I closed my eyes tightly, the nurse patted my leg, "Do not be nervous. I will give you immediately on anaesthetic. It is painless."

"OK."

The nurse gave me anaesthetic. Gradually, the place in the lower abdomen did not feel anything.

It was a strange sensation, as if the limbs and head were still there, but the belly was gone.

The nurse give injection to my buttock, "Do you feel pain?"

If it weren't for me to see that, I didn't know what she is doing. I shook my head, "No."

"Good, I'll operate on you now."

The doctor came over and bent over me.

I was a girl. From this moment on, I was a woman who had had a miscarriage.

I was gonna to find that man and kill me.

Suddenly, the door of the operating room was knocked violently. The doctor picked up the instrument and later frowned, "What is going on? Lily, go and see."

The nurse walked out of the operating room and opened the door. I lay on the operating table, with body and mind all dead.

The nurse said in astonishment, "What? Cancel the operation? Who are you?"

"Family."

"What family?"

"The father of the child."

Then came the footsteps. Though I was drugged, I was not deaf, and I heard every word they said.

The father? Did he finally show up?

I used the arm to support the upper body vigorously, "Doctor, cover me with the sheet!"

I didn't want to be seen by a stranger when I was so embarrassed.

I should like to see who that man was.

I felt vaguely that his voice was so familiar to me, but I was allergic to anesthetics and my body was slightly hot, which affected my thinking.

The curtain was pulled back and a man stood in front of me.

I looked at him and he looked at me.

"Oh, it's you..."☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐