Broken From The Inside

One

I don't know where to begin, but I'll start with the now. I graduated from high school and was suppose to go off to the university, but one night of passion left me pregnant. I was good at doing hair so I took the certification exam and after passing it, went to work. It brought in large amounts of cash quickly. Depending on the style, I could complete several clients a day. After doing this for several months, I had to take a break as I prepared to deliver my son. I hadn't heard from his father since that night. I phoned, but he never answered. I texted and he never responded. After a little while, I stopped trying.

I focused my attention on providing for my unborn. I had moved out of my hometown. I reside in Durham, North Carolina now. I bought a home with three bedrooms and two baths. It had a large living room and den, a patio and pool. It was ideal for a small family. Since it was just my son and I, I loved it for us. I opened a little shop and that's where I took my clients. I had an appointment app and it told me when a client was coming and what they requested. It cut off the time needed for the requested service or services, according to how they booked on the app. I put the necessary increments into the app so timing was accurate. I don't know where my knowledge of designing this app came from, but I was grateful I had it.

So let's talk about Dairo Yugio. He was my son's father. He was a tech savvy jock. He was well liked. I was basically a nobody. I helped him study and in return he invited me to one of his parties. I dressed my best and arrived. I noticed he looked at me different from all the other times I encountered him. My hair was done, I slipped on lash extensions and I wore a pair of heels I liked. I had dreams of becoming a computer science major at Duke. I accomplished moving here already, hoping once my son was born I could somehow juggle being a mom and attending college. Back to D, he watched me all night. My friends told me every chance they could he was staring at me. Pia, my best friend, she left for FAMU after high school. We kept in contact. She was the only one who knew about D and I. She kept my secrets, not that I had a lot. She would come home to come with me to my appointments so I wouldn't be alone. She was a really good friend, more like a sister. Then there was Hannah. She was the wild best friend. She liked to party! She was attending UCLA in California to major in art. She wanted to be a fashion designer. The three of us were inseparable. I had hid my pregnancy from Hannah as long as I could. She came by unannounced one day and I was in shock. She didn't ask many questions, surprisingly. I'm guessing she saw my hesitancy.

She and Pia were accompanying me to my last check up. Doctor Meda told me I had dilated to a 3 with 50% effacement. "Any day we could expect your Prince's arrival." I thanked her and we left to go have lunch. Hannah kept quiet most of our outing. I asked her why and she flooded me with questions. I answered them all honestly. We were all in tears and she expressed her sorries.

D and I ended up alone in his room, the party still going on. I asked him why all of his attention was now mine?  He expressed his love for me. I now know, it wasn't the truth. I folded at his cooes. I stopped him to ask about a condom and naively he said he would pull out before he finished, I believed him. He entered me and I cried out. He realized then he was my first. He was gentle and caring. I could tell he wanted me to enjoy myself.  We were panting and I felt myself about to lose control. I moaned his name and as I convulsed he cursed because he too had finished, inside of me. He laid with me, until there was a knock at the door. He dressed and answered it. He told his best friend Hanu, he would be out shortly. "Okay beautiful, I have to get back to my party. I hope you enjoyed like I did. I'll see you later?" I smiled and nodded. He showed me where the shower was and how to use it. I thought nothing of him emptying into me. I smiled at how nice he was. His alcohol laced breath kissed my lips and he disappeared back to his party. I showered and got dressed. I left his room with a smile on my face. I didn't want to party anymore after I saw him kissing on the neck of Samantha Rewr. He looked up and saw my face. He had regret on his face. He tried to make his way to me, but I walked off. I knew he had been on and off with Samantha for four years now. I was so stupid, I didn't even think to ask if he was with her or not. I cried to my car. I got in and drove away. I was on the highway heading home. I pulled over and cried my heart out. I fixed my face and finished driving home.