Gang leader's First Love

Hers

Hers

At the not so ripe age of eighteen when I am practically an adult, I am also capable of making my own decisions. Decisions that include my pregnancy.

That's right. The rich and stuck up society's make believe perfect family has a teen pregnant daughter.

Boo-Hoo, I thought in my mind while the mother-of-the-year was screaming in my face while my arrogant and cold-hearted step-father sat in his elegantly decorated couch, looking like a dormant volcano who has just been woken up.

Ready to burst out it's lava.

Or in this case his anger.

"I wish you were never born."

This made me halt. My already broken heart had broken into even more smaller pieces. All the pain from the emotional roller coaster that I had gone through, for the most part alone, had started to hit me all at once. I felt the tears threatening to fall from my eyes. But I didn't let them. I would not. I could not.

I couldn't afford to. I will not give them the satisfaction of seeing me cry.

No.

Not again.

After what I went through because of my parents, I thought I could have loathed and hated them for the rest of my life, but my heart still yearns for them-their love.

But who was I kidding? My parents would never accept me for what I am or who I love ever.

So I, as always, played it off as it didn't hurt me, but it did. A lot. "Well that would be a lot convenient for you both wouldn't it?" I then proceeded to bump my 'birth giver's' shoulder on my way to my room because if I stayed over there for more than a minute then all the tears that I had been holding in would fall down. As I left I heard my mother's screeching voice behind telling me how I had no right in talking back to her like that and I shouldn't disrespect my elders.

Yes, as if I would respect the elders who kept me apart from the love of my life and would be ready to kill my unborn child, I thought bitterly.

Upon arriving to my room, or my prison as I like to call it, I banged my door that I was sure that my 'so-called-parents' could not hear because of the huge ass mansion- that I do not like but unfortunately -live in. And if they did hear me slamming my door, that would start another round of their lecture that I didn't want to hear right now.

I then went on to slide against the door and release the tears that were threatening to fall through for the past week.

After the stunt that my parents had pulled close to last month, I believed that if I would at least try to let go of him then at least they would start to show their parental love that I lacked too much in my life.

What a terrible mistake I had made. He and I both were ready to run away somewhere and starting a new wonderful life after all the shit that we had to go through together before and after we met each other. It was supposed to be us both against the world. As he always reassured me when my parents or his or for the matter our friends would oppose against us being together, 'we will always face the world together'. We both were prepared to make a run for the hills and get a 9-5 job with a white picket fence somewhere where nobody knew us.

And we almost did.

My now puffy eyelids drifted to the duffle bag I had stuffed under the bed in a hurry as my mother had graced me with her presence then for a 'talk'.

Grace the only one maid who hadn't succumbed to my parents control and spied on me for them.

That bitch Brea was the one who tattled on me and that's actually how they got to know about me and Grayson. Oh and that shitty person got her karma by getting smacked in the face.