August 28, the night of the crime.
Pacific Ridge Vista, Sammamish Lake
Ondrea questioned Drake, almost choking on each word she uttered. Suddenly, her heart started to feel heavy, and her body started to tremble in anger. Ondrea’s eyes were darted straight right through her drunken boyfriend’s face. She struggled to understand what Drake was saying, but it was loud enough to hurt her even more.
"I-never-loved-you. . . and that. . . that baby,” Drake pointed at Ondrea’s lower abdomen with her right hands and the other holding a whisky bottle,” should never happen if you have been careful."
"You are blaming me? Is it only my fault that I am pregnant?"
Outragedly, Drake answered,” Yes!”
“Unbelievable. Bullshit!” Ondrea swore loudly,” you and I made this child. I did not do this alone, D
