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Why I killed Myself number 2. That night.
Yes, that night we got over everything and I had to have fun. Talk with people, meet new people. The thing was, I was the youngest there. 14. And everyone else was like, 16 to 19. The cool thing about Lesley is she is older, with a car. Has her own place. I always go there, just to get away. My friends at school aren't as cool as Lesley.
I met her when my mother beat me in public, 11 years old, for dropping her beautiful purse on the ground. The people there had to watch, couldn't get her to stop, and Lesley came in. She was buying foods for her house when she saw this, and was the only one who tried to get my mother off of me. My mother hit Lesley in the process, but Lesley didn't take crape. I told her why, and she told me I was a tough cookie. We became friends, switched numbers, and that became the start of a relationship.
"Go have fun," Lesley smiled as she sat on the couch to talk with a cute boy, Alex, while the music blasted. Lesley is beautiful, but makes it like it isn't. She leaves her long, curly, beautiful brown hair in a ponytail most of the time. But she has a beautiful, clear skin tan face. Tall and gorgeus.
Save Me by Nicki Minaj began to blast in my ear. Like a drama qeen, I slowly walked around, staring at everyone, to the music. I smirked as I sat down slowly on the chair in the kitchen and drank some Kool-Aid. Soon, a boy walked over to me. I was alone in there, and didn't realize some one had walked in till I felt someone tap me and spit out my kool-aid into my cup. The boy was handsome. Short, black hair, freckles on a white, clean face. His smile seemed amazing to me. He was tall, looked about 16. "Hi," I couldn't help to smile.
"Hello. I'm Ryan. Ryan Basher. You are...?"
"Ellis. Wild. Ellis Wild." He shook my hand.
"You looked lonely. Your pretty cute, too. So I thought I should come over and talk to you."
"Oh, how thoughtful," I felt my smile widen. I tried to make it go down, but failed.
"Look, uh, wanna go upstares, where it is less noisy?" He asked.
"Sure," I said. He lead me upstares. 'This time won't you save me, this time won't you save me.'
We went in a bedroom, and he shut the door. I shivered.
"So, who did you come with?" He asked.
"Lesley."
"Oh, you must be the girl she was going to pick up. Ellis. Your parents let ya come?"
I once again shivered, and it brought back the memory of my mother coming in with those men, drunk, happy.
"Uh, my father is away, and my mom is, um, home. With some friends."
"Oh....."
I stared at the ground, and Ryan pulled my hair behind my ears. We were sitting side be side on the bed, facing eachother. His eyes gleamed.
"Your in pain..... I can tell."
I looked further into his eyes. "That noticeable?" I asked.
He smirked, nodded, and winked, then put his hand on my leg. "Tell me more...." He whispered, putting his head closer to mine. I twitched.
I didn't have the power to say no. But I tried. "No..." I whispered, but wasn't heard. He kissed me. I pushed away, but he came in more. We were caught up in the moment. I felt the pain. Of my mother hitting me. My life is screwed up with my mother around anyway. Why care? Why bother with life anymore? I kept going.... All the way.
I opened my eyes, laying by Ryan, sleeping away. My clothes were all over the ground. I went got up slowly and went downstares. 8 Am. It was dark, for all the windows and lights were off or closed. Lesley laid on the couch, eating a peanut butter and jelly sandwhich.
"Hey, Baby girl. Where did ya sleep?"
"I um.... slept upstares in your room."
"Oh. Got bord last night? Well I was gonna go up there, but I fell asleep with Alex. We watched a movie and fell alseep."
Alex layed comfortably on the side of Lesley, who was in his arms. I had put on my tank top and bottoms before I came down here.
"I uh... Have to tell ya something."
"What is it?" She asked.
"I.... slept with Ryan. Basher."
"What?!"
"Yes..... I slept with him."
She stared at me in utter disbelief. "Ell, do you know what can happen!? You could get-"
"Pregnant, I know. I don't care.... Why bother with life. My mother doesn't care about me anyway."
"Ellis, that doesn't mean you go around doing stupid things," She put her hand on my arm.
"People, like me, do care about you. Your beautiful, beast at soccer, and smart. Your mother might not care, but you should. I care. Your friends and teachers care. Don't give up on hope."
"What if I do have a baby?" I asked.
"You better not. And if ya do, I got news for you. Care for it. You should be a better mom then yours is. And if ya do, I will help you support it."
"Thanks," I smiled and hugged her. Then I went and made myself a sandwhich. After I finished, Lesley came in to throw away her paper plate.
"I'm tired," I yawned.
"Go back to bed. And don't do 'it' again." She said seriously.
"Won't," I laughed, and ran up the stares to the warm bed that waited for me. Ryan woke up when I layed down.
"Where did you go?" He asked.
"Downstares. Talk with Lesley. Nothing to worry about," I rolled my eyes.
He put his arm around my waste and we fell asleep together. I felt loved.... And I like feeling loved.
Ryan kissed me before he left Lesley's. "Here is my number, Ellis. In case you ever wanna see me again. I... Bye."
Lesley and I went to the store after that and baught a pregnany test thingy. I would try it next week.
The next week, I did. And the results.......
Positive. I'm pregnant.
