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Worst Fear 142

Chapter 142 

Julia 

Loud music resounded from the speaker. I blinked, my eyes sweeping across the sea of people as they rocked their bodies against each other. My glass was empty, and the thought of navigating this sea of people to get another glass of vodka at the other end was nerving

But I had to go, I needed all the alcohol in my system. It was the very reason I had come here in the first place. I stood, the entire room spun, and my legs turned wobbly. I swayed from side to side as I took the first step, my eyes heavy. This shouldn’t be as hard as it is. This was my fifth glass of Vodka

and it was too early to feel tipsy

Hey pretty, mind if I help you?A voice said. I looked up to see a charming man staring down at me with a smile etched on his face. I twisted my lips to the side, pushing my hand through my hair. When I closed my eyes and opened them only to find Mason staring right at me

Mason,” I called slowly, the glass I held slipped out of my hand and fell to the ground. A crashing 

sound followed, but I didn’t care, not with Mason in front of me

His lips were moving, but I didn’t hear what he said. The hall was quiet for the first time that night

and every other person that was in there disappeared, leaving just me and the man I love

I closed the distance between us and wrapped my hand over him, pressing my chest into his body. You came for me. I knew you’d come. I told them you’d not leave me.His hand wrapped around my waist and pushed me closer to him. His warmth engulfed me, his cologne enchanting 

I missed you, too. How about we leave for say, ten minutes, and I show you just how much I miss you?The deep voice asked. I pulled away from the hug and stared into his eyes

Fine.” His hand was in the small of my back as he led me out of the hall. Can I have one more glass before we go?I asked, my voice soft, barely above a whisper

It was just us, so there was no need to shout. He didn’t refuse. He led me to an empty couch and gently placed me on it by holding my shoulders

I’ll go get the glass, seat here,he was about to leave, but I grabbed his hand, No, you can’t leave, you can’t return to that bitch,I said, shaking my head. If he leaves, he may not return, and I don’t think I can survive another day without him

I’ll be back, trust me.” He said, then slipped his hand off mine and left. My eyes traced him as he walked. But soon, he began to slant, and then I landed on the soft but rough surface, and my eyes shut closed

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Opening my eyes felt like a chore, everything seemed different, the bedspread didn’t smell like mine. I heard the muffled whisper of a man

Slowly, I opened my eyes and blinked rapidly, trying to adjust my eyes to the bright light. As I sat straight, the duvet on my body slipped off, exposing my white. My eyes shot up, and I quickly pulled it over my body. Why was I naked

I looked ahead to see a man standing in front of the window with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. Was this a hotel? I wondered. My clothes were scattered all over the floor. I shrieked, covering my mouth with my hand

What have I done

You bastard!” I screamed. The man flinched, then turned, how could you take advantage of a girl? Did you bring me here because you thought I was an easy target?I asked

He walked towards me, his face devoid of any emotions. Isn’t this what you wanted? You said this 

was your best sex last night?My eyes widened as I watched him pick up his clothes and walk into the bathroom. I pointed at myself, me?Why would I say that

My head banged, and I placed one hand on it, trying desperately to remember what the hell happened last night and how I ended up having a onenight stand with a total stranger who was built 

like a bouncer

Memories of the nights slowly started sipping in. I held on to him and called him Mason. After he got 

me the drink, I initiated and took the lead in everything we did

I clasped my hand over my face, heat rose to my cheeks. How could you be so stupid? I mentally kicked myself. I had gone there to drink and forget about my feelings for Mason like I always did for the last few days. I never expected to run into a creep there

Hearing the sound of water splashing, I knew it was time I left. Since he wasn’t here, I wore my clothes and raced through the door, praying the man wouldn’t recognise me if we were to meet

It was past 5 am when I got back home. I slipped into the house, knowing my mom and dad would not be up at this time. I removed my heels and held them in my hand, as I tiptoed through the sitting 

room

Dad always bugged me about my drinking, and I was not ready to listen to any Simon today

However, I wasn’t as fortunate as I liked, as his voice resounded just before I walked past. Where did you spend the night this time?I froze in the spot, my heart ramming against my chest as I turned to see my dad seated on the couch with an iPad in his hand

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My lips shook as I tried to smile, I was out with my fri-” 

You have been drinking again.His voice sounded as cold as ice, how many times do I have to warn you to lie low?He uncrosses his legs

My entire body trembled as he continued, would you rest only after you’ve successfully tainted the name I spent years building? Is having your engagement called off not enough? Do you really want to see my name get dragged through mud before you get some sense knocked into that empty basin or your?” 

I lowered my head, his words pricked me like needles, you couldn’t even keep a man, you spent years with him and lost him in the end, Julia you are a disgrace, and no daughter of mine will be laughed at. Drinking and wasting your time each day at the club won’t help, it’s time you wake up and fix this mess, or elseHis chest heaved and fell asleep he spoke

My heels dropped to the ground. I was done listening to him tear me apart each day with his words. Dad, I am your daughter!I yelled, pointing at myself

Do you even care to know how I’m doing after the breakup?All he cared about was his reputation. “Mason ended things with me. It is me he was engaged to, not you. I screamed it for the first time I had ever raised my voice at my father. I was surprised, and from the way he drew his brows together,

knew he was too

I guess it is the trace of alcohol left in my system that made me this bold. If you had held on to him, it wouldn’t have happened, and I would have to lower my head in shame in front of my peers.” 

Did I ask you to lower your head? Your embarrassment has absolutely nothing to do with me.I stated firmly. He was my father before he was anything else, and I wished he’d start acting like one

He rose to his feet, closing the distance between us. How long will it take for you to wake up? How long will you act like this?He cried

Until you understand that I am not made of plastic and that I feel emotions. Also, you can’t keep treating me like a prize and using me to make yourself feel better about your flaws.Immediately, those words left my mouth, his hand collided with my face, and my head fell to the side

Pain shot through my cheeks. I lifted my head to see him staring at me in anger. It seemed the slap was enough to cool him off

My eyes held the same intensity as his. If you don’t win back Mason’s heart and correct this wrong. then forget about having a father,he said and left

I gritted my teeth as I watched his receding frame. With or without his treat, I have made a resolve to 

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get back my man, Mason

Worst Fear

Worst Fear

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Status: Ongoing Type: Native Language: English
Worst Fear Synopsis : Worst Fear

Lydia’s world was already a crumbling ruin long before she collapsed on the cold, bleach-slick tiles of Westgate Prison. She had been serving her sentence with quiet endurance, forcing herself to survive each monotonous day. Cleaning floors, enduring the harsh routine, and trying to numb her thoughts had become her way of life. But as she gripped the mop handle, her body betrayed her — dizziness washed over her, and before she could steady herself, the world went black.

When she regained consciousness, Lydia found herself lying on a thin mattress in the prison hospital. The sterile smell of disinfectant filled her lungs, and her head ached violently. A familiar figure stood by her bedside — Nurse Gloria, a kind-hearted woman often whispered about by the inmates for her compassion. Lydia had never personally interacted with her before; she preferred keeping her distance from everyone. But this time, she had no choice.

Gloria spoke softly, her voice calm and motherly. “You fainted during your shift,” she explained. Lydia, groggy and disoriented, nodded faintly. Fainting wasn’t unusual for prisoners — malnutrition, exhaustion, and stress were daily realities in Westgate. But Gloria’s next words didn’t fit the routine explanation. She leaned in, her tone serious and almost secretive. “I ran some tests to see why you collapsed.”

Lydia’s brows furrowed. Tests? The nurse’s expression made her heart race. Something was wrong. And then Gloria said it — words that hit Lydia like a lightning strike.

“You’re three months pregnant.”

For a moment, Lydia’s world went silent. The walls, the lights, the nurse — everything faded into a blur of disbelief. Pregnant? That couldn’t be right. Her throat went dry as she tried to process the impossible. Three months. Her hands instinctively flew to her stomach, pressing against the rough fabric of her prison uniform. There was nothing — no bump, no sign of life — yet Gloria’s certainty left no room for denial.

Lydia’s first reaction was refusal. “No,” she whispered. Her voice trembled. “That can’t be right.” But Gloria simply nodded, her expression heavy with empathy. “It’s right, Lydia. I double-checked the results myself.”

The truth settled like a stone in Lydia’s gut. The symptoms she’d ignored — the morning dizziness, the fevers, the missed periods — suddenly made sense. Deep down, she knew this was no mistake. Panic clawed at her chest as she realized what this meant. Her past — the one she’d buried so carefully since the day she was arrested — came rushing back. The man she had loved, the night she had tried to forget, the betrayal that had shattered her life.

Tears burned in her eyes, but she refused to let them fall in front of Gloria. She couldn’t afford weakness here. Her voice was barely a whisper when she pleaded, “Please… you can’t tell anyone. No one can know about this.”

Gloria studied her for a long moment. Lydia could see the internal conflict behind the nurse’s eyes — between her duty to report and her compassion for the broken woman before her. Finally, Gloria sighed softly and nodded. “I won’t say a word,” she promised. Relief washed over Lydia like a wave, but it was fleeting. Gloria wasn’t finished. “But you have to promise me something too. You’ll come back for regular checkups. No skipping, no excuses. You and the baby need to be monitored. Do you understand?”

Lydia nodded mutely, emotion choking her voice. She didn’t trust herself to speak. The nurse gave her hand a gentle squeeze before stepping away to inform the guards that Lydia needed rest.

The walk back to her cell felt endless. Two guards flanked her on either side, but she barely noticed them. Her mind was spinning, replaying Gloria’s words over and over — three months pregnant. Each repetition felt like a hammer blow. She stumbled into her cell, collapsing onto the thin, creaky cot. The metal door slammed shut behind her, sealing her inside with the suffocating truth.

She stared at the ceiling for a long time before curling up on her side. Her trembling hands hovered over her stomach, fear twisting in her chest. She could barely keep herself alive in this place — how could she protect an unborn child? Westgate wasn’t meant for fragile things. It was a graveyard of hope, a place that crushed even the strongest spirits. What kind of life could she possibly give her baby behind these bars?

The tears she had fought earlier now spilled freely, sliding down her cheeks as silent sobs wracked her body. She wrapped her arms tightly around herself, as if she could shield the tiny life inside her from the cruelty of the world beyond her cell walls.

For the first time in years, Lydia prayed. Not for freedom, not for revenge — just for strength. For the chance to protect this unexpected child growing inside her.

As she turned her hand, the faint glint of her wedding band caught her eye. The ring mocked her, its shine a cruel reminder of the life she had lost. Three months ago, everything had been perfect — or so she thought. Her marriage had felt like a fairy tale. Even though her in-laws despised her, she had still believed love could conquer everything. Her husband had been her safe haven, her anchor.

Until the night everything fell apart.

The memory was sharp and unforgiving — flashing lights, police sirens, his face twisted in disgust as she was dragged away in handcuffs. The betrayal in his eyes had hurt worse than the accusation itself. That image haunted her still, burned into her mind like a scar that would never fade.

Now, lying in that cold, dim cell, Lydia finally understood how deep her despair ran. The baby inside her was both a curse and a fragile glimmer of hope. A connection to the man she once loved — and the life she could never return to.

As exhaustion finally claimed her, her last thoughts were of him — the man she’d once trusted more than anyone. His expression, full of hatred and disbelief, was the last thing she saw before the darkness took her again.

And for the first time, Lydia realized she wasn’t just a prisoner anymore. She was a mother — trapped in a place where love and life were luxuries no one could afford. But no matter what, she silently vowed: she would find a way to protect her baby, even if it meant fighting the entire world from behind these bars.

 

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