Every Other Love

prelude

Before

When I turned 3 I broke. Not in the literal sense. There were no midnight emergency room runs or broken bones. But I was broken in every-way a person's soul can be broken. The only thing I remember about my dad is that he loved me unconditionally. I would never tell anyone that though. worried the family my mom found and built up would brain wash me into thinking differently. I promised myself I would never be as weak as my mom was. Id never give in because there was no where else to go. The truth is for me and my sister there was always an out. Our mom just didn't care enough to take it. There was always another option, there was always another love. Some people decide who they would loose it all for. Others spend years figuring it out.
Years passed and I was still the heartbroken little girl that got packed into a car with her mom and a newborn. The happiness let alone innocence I had as a child was gone. I spent all my time either at school or trying my best to make money so I could get out of here. Our new dad never cared that we weren't there for family dinner he never cared about us to begin with. I could never look at a child and degrade them the way I was degraded. The way my baby sister was degraded. Eventually I started High school, got mixed up with the wrong group of people. Started a multi million dollar company and had a baby.
School might have been hard, but life was harder. The day I graduated was the best day of my life, beside the day I had my daughter. I had done it. I was moving on from my dad, from my moms husband from this small town in no where Ohio and I was doing it all with a baby.

Now

The first thing I hear in the morning is the wails of a baby from the bassinet next to me. Brynlee had been a surprisingly good baby considering I was the town's biggest mess up, at least that's what they had called me. There was nothing quite like an 18 year old with a newborn. But you live and you learn I guess. I learned the hard way, the way most teen moms do, by looking at the test you took in the bathroom stall of a school. I learned when I told my best friend I was pregnant and she called me disgusting before telling the whole school I got knocked up. I learned when I had to tell my 45 year old mom she would be upgrading to grandma. I learned when I watched my dad walk out the door when I was 3, while mom cried and I held the new baby that joined the family. Its strange how we truly only remember important events in our lives. I didn't remember a single lesson from highschool after I graduated, but I did remember walking across the stage to get my highschool diploma 8 months pregnant. I don't remember the exact moment I went into labor but I remember the second my daughter entered the world with striking green eyes and the lightest blonde hair. She looked just like me, she still does.

To ease the wails, I grabbed her quickly before walking down stairs with a swaddle. It had to have been the early morning yet my mom was up nursing a cup of coffee. "Hi mom" I said yawning while I walked over to sit with her. Unlike some mothers she was surprisingly ecstatic to have a baby joining the family. "Give her here" she said, placing her coffee down while racing for the baby. "She's hungry," I said, handing her to mom. She blew me off while cradling Brynlee, she wouldn't take any excuse to not hold her granddaughter. "Kaylin, grab a pacifier while you're in there" Mom said after I walked into the kitchen to grab milk from the fridge. I would have to deal with the pain of not feeding her later, for now I let mom enjoy the little things that came along with a newborn.

    Something I hadn't mentioned was that I was kind of a CEO, my mom and I had owned a real estate company since I was 16, when my grandad died my grandma left the company in my hands with the help of my mom. They lived in Florida while we lived in Ohio my sister's whole life. We had been running the company here for 3 years now but it was time to head back to florida. Growing up my sister Lexis and I had traveled to visit our grandparents many times. We adored them and we adored the state of florida. Our mom on the other hand hated Florida. As soon as I was old enough to board a plane alone she started sending us alone. Mom grew up in Florida so I wasn't sure why she hated being there so much. When she told me we were packing up and moving I was shocked. When I asked she said the same thing. We need a new start. Everything started fitting into place from there I had Brynlee and bought a house, Mom bought the house next door and we all started packing. I was ready to get out of Ohio and away from the truth I like to hide from. The only thing I will truly miss is Jake, my best friend since 1st grade. He had been the only one who knew what happened the night I got pregnant with Brynlee, it would stay that way for a very long time. "Kaylin, stop daydreaming and come get this poor baby." my mom's voice and the sound of wails broke my thoughts. As Brynlee calmed down the second I held her in my arms my mom did not fail to mention the fact that I was the only person to calm Brynlee that quickly "where's your head at Kaylin." my mom said while I rocked Brynlee back and forth watching her fall asleep. "I'm fine mom, just tired." I say yawning. I walked back into my room while mom stared at me with a skeptical look. In reality I was thinking about how I couldn't get out of here quick enough. And how part of me never wanted to leave.