She decided to tell Mr. Harris about her pregnancy, but he was anything but impressed by it. “You’re going to get rid of that child, Rhonda. Do you get it?”“ No, dad,” 16-year-old Rhonda declared adamantly. “I will not terminate the pregnancy. It’s too late now, and I can’t abort the baby.”“Then you’ll have to figure out how you’re going to raise that child yourself,” Mr. Harris warned her.
“No one in our family has ever dared to marry someone from a lower class. So if you want to raise that man’s blood, get the hell out of my house!” “Fine, dad,” Rhonda said after a brief pause, her eyes welling up with tears. “Maybe if mom was still alive, she would have supported me. But that’s fine. I’ll raise the child alone and prove you wrong.” Rhonda packed her belongings and left that evening, cutting all ties with her father. Mr. Harris didn’t budge at all and slammed the door behind her, ordering her to return only after she had aborted the child or placed it in an orphanage. Rhonda didn’t utter a word and booked an Uber to Peter’s house. When she arrived, she explained that she’d left her father’s house because he refused to accept their child and that she wanted to start a new life with him. But to her shock, Peter refused to take responsibility for the child. “Look, babe,” he said. “I am not ready to become a father. And why did you leave your father’s house? He could have helped us financially when we marry and decide to start a new life. Get rid of that child or forget about me, Rhonda.”
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