The Struggle.

Chapter Three; Stepping Up.

I guess he didn't take the news well, huh? I never thought he'd act like that. But, it's okay. It was about 2 months after I found out. I was about 3 months pregnant, when I found out. Now, I was 5 months, and ready to find out our it was a boy, or girl. He disappeared for months. So,I left town. He never checked up on me or not, so I let him be. I went to the doctors, and they told me it was a boy. I was so excited. I texted him, and told him. I guess he was happy, because he texted back saying, "I'm having a son?!?!" I told him yes. He started convincing me that I needed to come home. I decided it was probably best if I did. I went home, and was surprised to see him waiting at the door for me. He picked me up in a hug and shouted that he's having a son, with a big smile on his face. I went inside, and he asked me if I needed anything, and of course, is wanted food. He ordered two pizzas and a 2 liter of Mt.Dew. I ate a whole pizza! Haha. Things were good for about a month. I was 6 months when things started to go down hill. I never knew it would. He stoped by once a week, to make sure I had what I need. How would I know this would turn bad? Thus, my journey begins...