Dark mode is 10/10 recommended & listen to the above songs while you read, it sets the mood 💕!!
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
🦋 Olivia Renee Hayes 🦋
Tuesday, May 25, 2020
"Who the fuck are you pregnant by, Olivia!" My mom, Crystal, screamed in my face after reading the pregnancy test sticks.
"I-"
"You better tell me right now! And don't lie," she spat.
I sighed, looking at my hands, "Mom, I-"
"Tell me who the fuck it is!"
"I can't I-"
"So you just hoeing around and can't even tell who the father is? That's nasty! You nasty bitch!"
"I do know who it is! I was a virgin!"
"I don't fuckin believe you! I showed you to protect your pussy, not flap that shit around!"
"I wasn't it wasn't my fault!"
"So you just accidentally fell on some dick?"
I didn't want to tell her because I didn't want to hurt her or cause problems. I was never going to say anything because I'm scared. If it wasn't for her making me take these tests I still wouldn't have said anything.
"I'm talking to you you nasty bitch!"
"It was Andrew.... He- he raped me, mom. And I didn't say anything because I was scared he told me he would kill m-"
I felt a sharp sting on the side of My face, feeling her slap me. "Don't you lie on my man!"
My eyes filled with tears, "I'm not lying! Why would I lie about something like this?"
"Yes you are," she spat, "he sleeps with me every night so how did he rape you?"
"When you went on your birthday cruise he-"
"I just said don't lie on my man! So what? You turn eighteen and now you think you can steal my man? You will never be like me. You will never find a man to love you like he loves me. You're such a whore! Your own mothers man! That's low," she spat. "Even for you."
I started balling just as she picked up the rest of the pregnancy tests, throwing them at my face.
Why didn't she believe me? Why was she taking his side? I'm her daughter! Her own flesh and blood!
"Get all of your shit, and get the FUCK OUT!" She screamed at me. "And don't you ever talk to my man again. He's not taking care of that little bitch baby."
She stormed off, running upstairs. Moments later I heard her bedroom door slam.
I wiped my tears with my sleeve and stood, walking to my bedroom, which was downstairs and started to pack my things.
This is how I'm spending my last day of junior year, pregnant, alone, getting kicked out, having my rapist baby.
This night I ended up in a woman's shelter where I'd get help getting a job, an apartment, and getting Andrew arrested.
But if there's one lesson I learned that night, it's: blood doesn't mean loyalty or that you're family, blood doesn't mean anything.
