Chapter 3

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I start to get ready for my shower and moms in the bathroom still. What's wrong? I wondered. I always had been a Mommys little girl cause I never knew my "father" but I also wanted to make sure the kid was okay yeah he was the father but it could of been mine so I feel like I have responsibilities to help her to raise the child maybe I should tell her what happened and I could take the baby and leave live on my own. I always thought big till that thing happened and now I thought bigger not going to reality that shit damn I lived in Ana's and bully's mind they way they intended it to be. "Mom?" I called not hearing a response so I knock on the door I hear crying hard crying. I rush in she's got a red mark on her hand she looks like she got burnt by what I'm still not sure she doesn't even hear me come in to stop her crying or else she doesn't care. I'm look at her body more you can see her ribs and then she's plump with the baby her eyes all bloodshot and red with bags under them she's been crying for a little while. Even I got those nights. I hug her somewhat slim body. Before the baby she was a twig and I was the bit bigger one. It hurt me it should be the other way but I knew she struggled with her weight too we were all just a mess with our weights. Her voice like nails on a chalkboard cracking really bad she said "hey babies" "mommy what's wrong no offense you look like you got hit by a car" "that's what I feel like I think it's false labor but it's too early I might have you or Josh take me to the er but he's still sound asleep so it might as well just be you. It's been happening all night long." I cringed at the sight of her in pain her losing the baby her saying his name everything. It all hurt.

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