There, she grabbed my hand, eyes swimming with tears. “Brian, please, just help me this one time. If you don’t, my mother will kill me,” she pleaded.
I shot her a skeptical look. “Cut the act, Olivia. Just spit it out and stop wasting my time.”
She looked taken aback, likely unused to my new, indifferent tone.
After a pause, she finally confessed her reason for being there.
Apparently, after I left, she’d moved in with Charles, and, being young and careless, they hadn’t used any protection. Naturally, she ended up pregnant.
Charles, the supposed “rich kid,” had no intention of taking responsibility. He packed up and disappeared overnight.
Refusing to believe he’d just abandon her, Olivia clung to her fantasy of him being wealthy.
Convinced that showing up pregnant would force his wealthy family to accept her, she borrowed money to travel to the address on his ID card.
Only, reality hit hard.
Not only was Charles’s family worse off than mine, but his parents were also addicted gamblers.
And to make matters worse, Charles already had a wife and children; his wife did most of the heavy lifting, working herself ragged to keep the family going.
Terrified, Olivia ran back.