I felt like I was caught in a storm of public opinion with a poor reputation.
Getting famous on the internet wasn’t necessarily a good thing.
My long-absent parents, following the rumors, showed up at my door.
The first thing my mother asked when she saw me was, "Are you really pregnant?"
I nodded. "Yes, I’m … "
Before I finished speaking, my father slapped me.
My left cheek burned and swelled. Then, I swallowed all the words I wanted to say.
My father's face was dark as he put his cigarette on the door, sneering, "How could our family have someone as shameless as you?"
I only opened the door and invited them in, saying, "Family scandals shouldn't be publicized. Let's talk inside."
"You're pregnant before marriage. What good deal can you still get?” My mother picked up a broom near the door, ready to hit me.
My father stopped her and asked me to explain in detail about the man I was involved with.
He wanted to see if I was still useful to him.
I needed this kind of gangster's channel to handle things.
So, I greatly exaggerated Shawn's family background when I told him.
They leisurely sat on the sofa after venting from a high moral ground.