Falling

Free Pt. 3

I left him there and drove away

"Did I just do that?", "I can't believe I stood up for myself in that way."

I was so thrilled that I did what I needed to for me finally. Cory was just as shocked because he had never seen me act like that, but Tigh had it coming. While I'm stuck in my shock, my phone rings multiple times, but there's a voicemail...

Tigh's POV
HOW THE HELL?
She left me and wasn't going to come back. She has some balls, I swear. Never has this happened to me. But you know what fuck her? I don't need her anyway. Right? I need to call my mom maybe she can pick me up. But perhaps that's not so good of an idea because she's going to call Kayla, but it's worth a shot. I at least need a way back home. I'm two and a half hours away from home.

His mother threatened that I better bring him back and that she doesn't care that I live in a different state she will be seeing her grandson. BLAH BLAH BLAH. It wasn't until after I heard the voicemail Cory noticed I still had Tigh's stuff in my car...
I turned around, and I wanted to throw it out the window and leave. He came up to the window trying to get in the car, and I kept telling him no and to leave me alone.

"Let me get my stuff then! You're going to leave me here?" Tigh shouted.

I had no intention of letting him get in the car again. I should've known as soon as the door unlocked he was going to hop in; I fell into that one. We didn't say a word to each other the whole way to his house.

Here we fucking go again

Because they can't ever leave me be and move on with their lives. It wasn't like I mattered anyway; let's be honest here.

Cory and I got out to switch drivers, and when I did, Tigh opened his arms and said, "come here, I'm sorry. I don't want to fight like that again."

And stupid me, fell for it again and again and again.

He swore he loved me and that things would be alright, but that was far from it.

I didn't have it in me anymore to keep this fight going, whether I was pregnant with his child or not. That didn't matter to me. Because just like the others, he showed me exactly what I didn't want.

Fast forward a few months, a girl he used to mess with messages me on Instagram.

GOD, what is it with their fucking exes?! I can't even catch a damn break.

When I mentioned it to him, he said it was his problem and not mine. We would scream and cuss each other out all the time, but once we were done, we were done.

He criticized me for not having passing GED scores, would talk to me as if I was stupid, and would make me feel worthless. But it was ok because he could do whatever he wanted.

I hated being pregnant, especially by someone who didn't give a shit. I went to an abortion clinic to ask for more info, but I couldn't bother going through it. I had even considered adoption as an option. But I knew I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I did.

So I did the only thing I learned to be a mother.

August 2015
I gave birth to my son four weeks early, and I wasn't going to tell him. He never asked how I was anyway. He found out because of Facebook, and he was upset that I didn't give him his last name. But why should I? My son ended up having what's called a vascular malformation in his cheek. It's considered a hemangioma but on the inside.

I let Tigh know, but of course, he would talk to me as I was nothing. By the time my son was six months old, he still hadn't made plans to see him. So I left it at that, and we didn't contact each other again. I could care less about how he felt about the situation since he never gave a damn anyway.

"Hey Siri, play The Hills  by The Weeknd."