different; marter

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Matt
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"Mom get up."

"Go away," she groaned, rolling over and putting a pillow over her head.

"No really, I have something important to tell you." I tried, shaking her shoulder. "Matt can't it wait? I have to get up in a few hours to go to work and I wanna sleep until then."

"I'm pregnant!"

"What? Who's pregnant?" She asked, quickly sitting up in her spot on the bed. "I am.. I don't know what to do."

"Fuck, Matthew, this is why I didn't want you doing that in the first place! Look what you've got yourself into!" she scolded. "But Mom, I don't know what to do and I'm scared out of my mind- I haven't even turned 17 yet, I need your help!"

"I don't know what to do, I can't just make you un pregnant!" She pleaded as I began to cry. "W-what did your mom do when she found out you were pregnant?"

"She kicked me out, and I lived with your dad till you were born and then he left us," She frowned. "Who's the dad?"

"Carter."

"How can you be so sure? Didn't you cheat on him with that one guy?" She asked.

Fuck, I forgot about that.

"Oh no,"
"If it is his can I abort it? I don't want it if it's his, I hate him!"

"It's not my baby, you can do whatever you want with it," she shrugged. "I don't even know if you're healthy enough to carry a baby, you never eat."

"I've ate more food this morning than I have in the past 3 weeks I think I'm coming on to something." I said, trying to feel a difference in my stomach but it felt the same, like I wasn't even pregnant.

"The only tip I have is start thinking of names ahead of time; I thought I'd be cool to make up your name while I was in labor that's why it's so basic, sorry."

"It's fine... are you not mad at me?" I asked, furrowing my eyebrows. "No, it feels good for you to actually need for once. You've been so independent all these years - hell the last time you needed me was when you couldn't change your diaper yourself... You grew up way too fast Matt, and I know it's partially my fault I should've let you be a kid for a little longer and maybe you wouldn't be in this situation."

"I know I grew up too fast, but I had to, to get a job and take responsibilities for things..and I thought getting with Carter could take my mind off my otherwise shitty life but now it's even more shitty, since theirs a baby involved and I need you more than ever-"
I was cut off by Carter, saying something from the door way.

"I'm so sorry to interrupt but theirs a really scary guy on the porch, knocking on the door; looks kinda like 2 chains, minus the dreads; plus 3 feet of height and 100 pounds maybe, extension 9 to the 2 chains- okay none of this matters just someone's at the door!" He said all in one breath, like he was having a panic attack.

"Alright, alright calm down I got it." I say, walking out of the room.

I opened the door revealing a guy exactly of Carter's description, as well as covered in tattoos and carrying a black back.

11 chains

Carter seriously counts the chains what an OG

He was intimidating but he had to be here for some reason, maybe he's one of those Jehovah's Witness guys.

"Hi, can I help you?" I smiled.

"You Jack Gilinsky?" He asked, his voice deep and stern. "No, but he's downstairs, follow me."