Daddy Wilk {Sammy Wilkinson}

Two

I take a deep breath.

Nows the time.

"Nate, you've always accepted me as a sister. "

"Yeah and I always will" he says in a questioning tone.

"Will you accept me as a mother?"

"WHAT? MOTHER! WHO THE FUCK GOT YOU PREGNANT!" he shouts

Sammy was sat there silently laughing his shitty little head off.

"Try looking to the left" I say.

At that point sammy stopped laughing and sat up straight and waved at Nate.

Nate got up and started to walk away.

"Look if you want I will get an abortion. If you aren't happy I'm not and I don't want us to be sad." I say

"Maybe it will be for the better of us" I add on.

He carries on walking.

"Well done dipshit" Sam says clapping his hands.

"None of this wouldn't have happened if you didn't waste my egg so can you shut up please this is an emotional time"

"Little bitch you wasted my sperm I could have used that on Alexis"

Alexis is his friend with benefits or as I call her the dirty little slut bag who I think is quite ugly. She has dirty blonde hair, lots of spots, literally black eyebrows that are HUGE and a pointy nose. Oh and she also is orange. 🍊

I walk out and slam the door behind me.

I slowly walk to my room. It's a mess. oh well I can clean it soon.

I take out my diary because I like to write.

Well shit. I'm pregnant with my very very best friend Sam. He abuses me nearly everyday yet I let him get me pregnant. WHAT WAS I THINKING. I told Nate today and... he didn't take it too well. I'm trying to give up the drinking and the partying for him and now for the little one growing inside of me. I'm not sure if I want to keep it. I don't want them to grow up with an abusive father and an uncle who doesn't care anymore. I want to keep it so much.

If it's a girl I will name her Belle and her middle name will be Jacey.

If it's a boy then he shall be called Luke and his middle name will be Nathaniel.

I like those names.
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I'm scared.

Scared of Sam.

I slowly closed the diary and put it away in the drawer in my make up desk. Its one of the secret drawers though so you have to push it for it to open. I also have a lock on my diary and the password is secrets because at the time I couldn't think of a password.

I flop onto my bed and stare at the ceiling.

I stay there for about an hour and think about nothing.

Nothing at all.