✿ CHAPTER 8 ✿
AMELIA'S POV
One hour ago:
I got into the pharmacy…but it was oddly quiet…..
"Hello!, is anyone here?" I called out, but there wasn't a single response….
A few moments later, a middle-aged woman walks out of a door.
"Hello, dear. Have you been here for too long?" she asked with a smile as she shut the door behind her and walked towards the counter.
"Uhm, no, not really, I called out but there wasn't a response"
"Oh, sorry about that, I was busy at the back desk" she smiled warmly at me.
"So what can I get you, child?" she said as she put on her safety gloves.
CHILD?
"Uhm, actually- I- uhm, I wanted to get contra-contraceptive pills" I whispered the last part.
But then something unexpected happened.
"Contraceptive pills?" the woman's eyes widened in shock because she couldn't believe what she was hearing.
"Ah, yes, I uhm-"
"You're just a child, why do you need contraceptive pills!"
WAIT…WHAT!
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"Ahh!, no, no I just-"
"Did a man force you to do it with him? Men of nowadays, forcing young children into doing the impossible" She frowned as she hurriedly dialed a number on a nearby telephone.
CAN SOMEONE TELL ME WHAT'S HAPPENING!!
"Who, who are you calling, ma'am?" I didn't know why I was panicking...WHY!
"The police of course. How old are you? I5, 16? You look so young"
"Ah!, no, no ma'am, not at all, I... I'm 25 yrs"
"So please don't call the cops!" I begged her...why was my age putting me into so much trouble these days?
"25? You think I'll believe you?" she dropped the telephone since there wasn't a response.
"Believe me, I... I'm 25 years old. " she just looked at me and raised an eyebrow skeptically.
WHY DOESN'T SHE BELIEVE ME?
She gently took my hands into hers...as she sighed softly.
"Little girl listen, I'm a mother of three grown-up kids like you. And hearing you say you want some contraceptive pills, I can't help but think that a man forced you to sleep with him. Where are your parents? Give me their numbers"
"Ma'am, I'm serious I'm-" I remembered something immediately…MY ID CARD!
I hurriedly searched my purse for my ID. The woman was confused….
"Here... this is my ID!" I gave the woman. She looked at it in shock before looking back at me. She did this multiple times.
"You...you are 25yrs? really?" She gave me back my ID. I just smiled weirdly as I took it back from her hand…
So she didn't believe me after everything I said? This is ridiculous... isn't she seeing my year of birth on my ID!?
"I'm sorry, dear. I just thought you were underage. Please forgive me for acting rashly." she said, looking guilty all of a sudden.
"Ah!, it's nothing. Most people think I'm younger than my age" I chuckled lightly.
"Ohh, I'm so sorry! Please forgive me once again"