The Stunt [h.s]

Chapter Eleven

Elsie POV

December 18th, 2016
30 weeks pregnant

TW: verbal and physical abuse
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The holiday season has been incredibly hard this year.

When I was younger I used to get excited thinking about the holiday season when I would get pregnant. I would be happy sitting with my partner soaking in the last moments of alone time before our little one gets here. It would be a time when the family would come over and we would eat and play games and laugh until we couldn't breathe. But instead, I'm sitting on my couch in my brand-new house with a shit boyfriend who hasn't been seen in days and no family. All I have is my two best friends but they can only do so much.

Sitting here staring at my newly decorated Christmas tree with the decorations that I bought to distract my mind but it's only making me feel worse. I find myself wishing that Jay was right next to me watching our favorite Christmas movies as we talk about what our parents and two other siblings did that day to piss us off. Jason has been my best friend since he was born and it scares me to be without him. But that's not the only thing that's scaring me right now.

It scares me to think about the future, the future of my career. My mom even though we never got along was the main part of why my career succeeded. I was only sixteen when I got into the business and that was because she relentlessly put me into auditions and always had a backup plan. She never let me explore anything without her because that was her way of controlling me. But now that I'm without her I feel myself not knowing where to go from here. I have money to last me a while with a newborn with the past projects I've done after my parents took a cut but as I sit here seven months pregnant at twenty years old I just don't know where to go. I obviously want to go back to work after enough time with my girl but I'm not sure where to start.

My life is full of a bunch of unknown as of right now and the three people getting me by are Connor, Daisy, and my little girl in my stomach. Connor and Daisy moved out to Los Angeles after high school as they both made it into UCLA and are now roommates. I was lucky that they let me live with them for the time before I bought my house. I was never allowed to think about going to college. I was told that I had my life set up for me with my career as there was no need to try for anything else.

The little girl that has yet to have a name is giving me the hope I need. Hope for the future and that things will get better. I want her to feel nothing but love even with the lack of family I'll be giving her. I'm hoping the love I give her along with Connor and Daisy and their families will be enough.

But then it comes to David. I want him to be there with me more than ever but I'm afraid.

When David and I first met I just turned 19. I was out with friends for my birthday since they had all just gotten back from school for the start of summer break when he stumbled into me so drunk that he could barely stand up straight. I was still sober enough to interact because I was afraid that my mother would find out so I decided to help him. We probably spoke for two hours as the conversation just flowed until his friends found him and told him it was time to go although he didn't leave before giving me his number. It took convincing but I built up the courage to text him two days after the night out and we became official less than a month after.

When I introduced him to my family my parents were far from thrilled with who I picked. He was twelve years older than me and to them that made me look bad. Giving myself to an older man was a bad idea and it should've never been done in their eyes.

And for once, I may have to agree with them.

The beginning of our relationship was amazing. I found myself falling for him more and more and I thought things couldn't be better. I thought he was the one for me. But after the first several months' things took a turn. He became less tolerant of all my friends, cutting me off from almost all of them. He also stopped concealing his anger toward me.