Chapter 22 MAKE ME PREGNANT

Chapter 22 MAKE ME PREGNANT
Everything turned into chaos.

Rare quickly knelt beside her, checking her condition with urgency.

“Carry her carefully, Charl,” Mom instructed, her voice trembling.

Then Dad turned to me, his eyes blazing with anger.

“Atarah… what did you do?!”

I shook my head.

I couldn’t answer.

I couldn’t even breathe.

So I turned—

And ran.

I ran out of the room, out of the house, away from everything.

They’re all angry.

Of course they are.

It’s my fault.

It’s always my fault.

“What if something happens to the baby?” I whispered to myself, my chest tightening painfully. “They’ll never forgive you… you don’t deserve to be forgiven…”

My hands trembled as I got into my car and started the engine.

Where do I go?

Where?!

Tears blurred my vision as I sped down the empty road.

“I hate you all!” I screamed. “I hate myself so much!”

Then—

A sound.

A baby crying.

I froze, my grip tightening on the wheel.

“No… I didn’t mean to… please stop…” I sobbed, shaking my head as my thoughts spiraled out of control.

My vision blurred even more.

I didn’t notice—

I had already drifted into the opposite lane.

Headlights flashed.

A van.

“Shit—!”

I swerved the wheel sharply—

CRASH.

The impact was violent.

Pain exploded throughout my body. My head snapped forward as glass shattered, shards embedding into my skin.

I gasped, struggling to keep my eyes open.

The road was empty.

No one was around.

I looked toward the van—hoping someone would come back for me.

But it was gone.

They left me.

Is this… the end?

No.

It can’t be.

With what little strength I had left, I forced the car door open and stumbled out. My car was completely wrecked, the front crushed beyond recognition, glass scattered everywhere.

“Help…” I whispered weakly, dragging my feet forward.

Blood streamed down my body—my neck, my chest. I could taste it as it ran down my lips.

The streetlights flickered above, casting long, lonely shadows across the empty road.

No people.

No cars.

“Help!” I cried louder, my voice breaking.

This is your karma, Atarah.

My legs began to give out, but I forced myself to keep walking, step after painful step.

My vision darkened.

My body weakened.

“I can’t… do this anymore… Lord… please…”

My knees finally gave in.

And as my body hit the cold ground—

Everything went black.