Relief (Completed).

Chapter 1 of Relief

I remember vividly how it was confirmed. I just woke up one morning, with suspicions in mind, then went of to find proofs. And there it was, my dreaded double red lines of a pregnancy test. Oh great. I am a self-proclaimed mother. A sixteen-year-old one.

Giant tears flowed from my puffy eyes. They've been flowing out since like, forever. I cannot accept it. I am not ready. I have things to put my focus on, particularly not on changing diapers, making baby formula feeds, humming for my baby to sleep, no, not at all. I want college, freedom, music, books. The things I desire that lead me to turn my back from home. It was a very regretful deed. It was very stupid. I know it myself.

I ran away from mom thinking I'd be free of her finally, not hearing her stupid rants or sermons which always made me say "whatever" behind her. I was such a backstabber. All I think was, she blabbed and blamed me on everything and never see my good deeds. It was like I never satisfied her, so I ran away.

But, the main reason of me running away was because of my baby. See, I will be disinherited from home. I advanced things.

I rejoiced and embraced freedom easily for the first few days. Then, fun is shedding off from me. Suddenly, it was boring, I was starting to have problems. I was frustrated that I'm often drunk, not caring for the baby. Life was hell for me. I was so hopeless, so pathetic until...

He came back to my life. My first love. The one who took my innocence, my virginity, my everything. Carl. My Carl. The father of my baby.