Soo here is the first two chapter to my first ever fan fiction... im really nervous... i know it doesnt have much one direction in it yet but it will get there soon if enough of you guys want me to kkep writing... so please leave me comments on what you gues think and if you want more. thanks :)
xoxo - kenzie
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Chapter 1
I was fifteen and incredibly independent. I blame that on my parents divorce. I lived in New York City and worked at the Starbucks that was only a ten minute walk from my dad’s penthouse to the east and ten minutes from my mom’s penthouse to the west. I was never forced to work, my parents had plenty of money but I never wanted to depend on them.
I was walking home from work to my dads when those ten minutes turned into three days.
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I remember everything but I try my hardest not to. After I was consumed my darkness for so many hours, I just prayed to god that he would claim my life and put me out of my misery. Eventually when the pain became too much I blacked out but I still felt everything he did to me.
The next thin I remember seeing is the bright hospital lights. The doctors and nurses were rushing around the hospital room and as my eyes fluttered open the doctor rushed to my head.
"Hello, Rory, my name is Dr. Cadet. Do you remember what happened?"
"Yes I remember everything."
"You are very lucky to be alive. You have a-"
“Broken pelvis, ribs and foot. I felt each and every break. I know."
"Okay then. We have already reset your foot. Do you feel any pain?"
"I feel so much pain that I have been numb since the second day. I can feel anything."
"We'll let's get you all situated and then we have to bring your parents in."
He was nice. He tried his best to smile at me but it was no use. Smiles could not help me after what I had just endured.
The nurse hooked me up to an IV and got the morphine pumping into my body quickly along with another IV for nutrients and to rehydrate my body. And once I was settled the nurses left and the Dr. Cadet brought my parents in.
"Mr. and Mrs. Cooper. Rory is ready to see you." Dr. Cadet invited my parents in. Oh, and my mother never changed her last name, she couldn't give up the social status that came with it.
"Oh my baby!" My mother exclaimed
"Sweetheart. My baby girl. Oh I'm so sorry this happened to you." My father tried to console me.
"Mr. and Mrs. Cooper. I think you should have a seat. "
They sat next to me on either side and personally it was to close for comfort for me. We had our differences and just because what happened to me happened doesn't change anything.
"So Rory suffered through a great deal with her incident. At this moment she has a broken pelvis, broken ribs, and a broken foot. She is very lucky to have no internal bleeding. But there is one thing that we tested for just considering her situation"
"And that would be?" My mother snapped as if she really cared.
"Rory is pregnant."
And those were the last words I remember till I would awaken the next morning. I had fainted at the shock of this new news and the doctors said that it was too much for my body to handle along with everything else.
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Chapter 2
I spent two months in the hospital recovering from my "incident". No one came to visit me other than my family. Not even my boyfriend. We never did anything other than kiss but we still said we would love each other for forever and always. That promise lasted long; he had a new girlfriend within the next week. My best friends abandoned me. It was like they thought that if the came near me it would happen to them, like it was some type of disease.
Against my parents wishes I kept the baby. I could not stand the thought of someone killing my child, despite who its father may be. This poor little baby did not chose who its father was going to be, so why should it be punished for it. It will be my baby and no one else's, all mine and I will love it till the day I die.
While I was in the hospital my parents eventually stopped coming to visit. They were ashamed of me and thought I had brought disgrace to our family name. Like I could've done anything about it. My sisters and grandparents still came to visit but no one would ever stay the night. I would never let them. The nights were the worst. The nightmares were almost unbearable. To the point where the doctors would drug me into a deep sleep where I could have nightmares.
When I was finally release my parents and I thought it would be best that I move away. They were ashamed and didn't want to deal with me and after being abandoned by all my friends and the people I thought loved me, I didn't want to stay here any longer. I had distant family in England. My step-mothers parents. They had a large house in which the majority was unoccupied. They had set up the guest house for me to come live in. I would home school myself and babysit for my step-aunts instead of my step-grandparents. And finally within a month of being out of the hospital I moved to England.
