America's Greatest

Pain

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3:30 am
Baton Rouge
Elijah POV

"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN YOU ABORTED MY CHILD LADY?!" I screamed so loud baby boy woke up crying.

"I-I'm so s-sorry Jah. But I realized that I can't raise a kid alone right now," she cried even harder.

"First of all how the fuck was the baby mine? I wore a condom. And if it was mine, why would you raise it alone, dumbass." I gritted out, feeling a headache come on.

"Igaveyouanoldonesowecouldbeabighappyfamilybutyouendedupgettingagirlfriend," she said all at once.

"So you tried to trap me......you grimy bitch!" I was beyond angry as the realization came to me.

"I'm sorry I swea-"

I hung up the phone before she could finish her sentence. I didn't want to hear her voice, much less speak to her. Alex, Gabby, and Kiyah came running in my room while Dawn tried her best to put baby boy to sleep. I help up a finger before they could start asking questions and took baby boy from Dawn. I rocked him back to sleep and put him in his play pen. I turned towards everyone and let out a breath before speaking,

"The night of lady's party," I side eyed Dawn before speaking, "we had sex and she gave me an old condom."

"So you're about to have another kid?" Alex asked a little concerned because I'm so young.

"No, she got an abortion before she told me she was pregnant," I told them getting angry all over again. They all had mad and disgusting looks on their faces.

   Everyone gave me their condolences before I asked them to leave. At the moment I just wanted to be alone with my girl. One of the many thing I love about Dawn is that we don't have to talk to communicate. She knows when I just need to be held and vice versa. I couldn't ask for a better girlfriend, she held me and rubbed my back as I laid there and cried. She's one of the best blessings I've ever received. This beautiful, intelligent women loves and cares for me without even knowing who I really am. I..I think it's time to tell her...everything.
I took a deep breath and sat up beside her.

"Baby I think it's time for you to know everything about me," I started looking into her eyes, " I...I"

"Take your time babe. I'm not rushing you," she reassured me.

I took a deep breath and started talking, "My real name isn't Elijah. It's... well let me start at the beginning. When I was born, my parents thought I was a boy. So that's how they treated me. Up until I was five, my dad abused my mom, physically and verbally. A lot of the conversations were about me. Apparently my father didn't want a child, so beat my mom as punishment for not aborting me. It happened everyday til one morning I woke up, and he was gone. All of his stuff, including him, were gone," I tried to read her reaction before continuing, "turns out he found another girlfriend and moved to Florida. My mom was the best single mother she could be to us, well before her mom died. After the funeral it's like she shut down on us. It was about the fifth grade when we had to go live with my grandmother because my mom moved back to Texas and also when I started developing female features, and around the time I came out to my family. My grandma, who already disliked me for liking girls, found out I was intersex. She thought I was an abomination. So from then on, she treated me how my father treated my mom. She beat me everyday of middle school, called me out of my name, and even tried to put me in a group home. Alex was the only one who knew about it. We've known each other since diapers, so for some reason, my grandma thought it was okay to verbally abuse me in front of her.

Alex begged me to let her tell her mom. But me being me, I told her not to. If her mom knew then my grandmother would have definitely went to jail. I don't know why, but I couldn't bear the thought.  When I was in eighth grade, a group of high school boys beat me up because their sister lied and said I tried to touch them inappropriately. They beat me so bad, I was in the hospital for about a week trying to recover. When I went back to school I was bullied severely for it, and the only people who stuck up for me were Alex, Gabby, and Kayla. They became my best and only friends when I found out they were like me. But unlike mine, their families were accepting of them. Summer before ninth grade, we joined a basketball team and I fell in love with it. I didn't know jack shit about it, but I was really good. We went undefeated that summer. I was diagnosed with PTSD and DID the same summer.

Me, Gabby, Kayla, and Alex formed a pack and we never broke it up. At the start of ninth grade I started to get bullied a little bit, but it was quickly shut down when we jumped the guys. I was then left alone by mostly everyone. I also got into gang banging and selling drugs, so everyone feared I would kill them or something. Then at the end of the year, I started to get big in basketball and well.....the rest is history. And my real name is Katara until I'm legal and can change it. But I prefer him/him pronouns and being called Elijah. It's my mother's father's name."

   I took a deep breath as I finished and looked up at her. She gave me a small smile and wiped the tears that had fallen. She was the only person outside of the crew that I've opened up to like this. I pray this doesn't affect us.

"Thank you for telling me babe, I know it was hard. I still love you regardless of your background and what's happened. I'm still your girlfriend and you're still my boyfriend," she looked me dead in my eyes, "and your real family, the ones in this household, loves you for you. I'm not going anywhere love."

"I love you so much baby. I'm glad I met you when I did"

"I love you more. Now let's get some sleep before we both are cranky."

   We both let out a light laugh as we get comfortable in each other's arms. My heart didn't feel as heavy as it normally did. I'm so thankful for this girl, I really want to give her the world at this point. I can already tell that she'll be the one to heal me and make me into a better person. She's already shown me that she can handle my hectic life. And now I know that she can handle my pain too. Lord please keep this girl in my life. My son loves her, my friends love her, and I love her. Please let her be my peace and joy. Let her be there for the rest of our lives. Lord let me treat her like the queen she is. In your name I pray, Amen. After my prayer, I quickly fell asleep wrapped in the arms of the love of my life.

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