Unbearable

Prologue

"You don't have a choice Christina! You give it up or I swear this is the last time you will ever see me-- I mean that shit." I looked at Ron with watery eyes and a shattered heart. "Aye--don't even gimme that look. I took you in and helped your ass get on your feet when everybody left your ass! Look atchu', you more than on your feet yo ass straight floatin!" I sucked my teeth. I'm not sure if he was tryna be funny, but it didn't put any smile on my face. "Dammit Christina! I set you up in this nice condo, you got your TV . $2000 a month, spending money-- a month! We said we wouldn't get pregnant. That's what we agreed." He paced back and forth in the kitchen. "YOU DID THIS SHIT OUT OF SPITE!" Ron roared. I scoffed. "Spite? I don't want this baby as much as you don't! What am I gonna do with a child I'm 14."

"Its Tangy, is that it? You jealous? You wanna break up my home so I can be with you?" BANG! He slammed the counter scaring the crap out of me. "Wake the fuck up Chris! 24, I'm a grown ass man. What the hell I look like signing a birth certificate to the child of a 14 year old girl?!?!"

"Enough Ron! Cuz ya know what, even after you found out the truth you stayed! And it takes two! I didn't fucking get pregnant by myself!"

"You're right. So who the hell you had up in our house huh? Our bed, who is it? One of them niggas from that fuckin trap?"

"Our home?!? Our bed?!? Oh it's ours now?" I scoffed. "Your home and your bed is damn near 40 miles from here! I come home to this house and that damn bed alone damn near everyday! And since we bein honest. I ain't jealous of that BITCH. She ain't got shit on me. That's why you keep coming back here. Maybe if you left her like you promised me, this wouldn't be an issue right now!" I cried as I hollered my soul out. My stupid ass. Yelling at a wall. That was Ron. A big ass wall. I can't get through him. He had to let me in and in the year that we've been sleeping together he has yet to open any door for me. I looked in those deep brown eyes that seemed darker than usual. He eased his shoulders before he pulled out his lighter and cigarette. He lit it, smoked it, exhaled that smoke in my direction. I could have slapped him then. "Christina..." he placed a band of cash on the counter as he looked at me with rage.”You get rid of it. Get rid of it and I mean it," he sternly said pointing at me with that cigarette. He headed for the door as I caved to the ground. My tears wouldn't stop. They couldn't. I slid my phone out my butt pocket and dialed the number. "Speak!" he answered in that voice that lit up my day each time he spoke. "Cha-- Chase," I said trying to mask my tears. "Christina? Yo, where have you been? People worried about you! I gave you this number 3 months ago!"

"Chase, remember you said you got me if I need you? You said if I need anything, anything at all you got me." There was silence over the phone before I busted into sobby tears. "Christina, what's going on where are you?"

"Chase I'm pregnant! I need you Chase, I need help. I need somebody! Please!"

"Okay stay where you are. Text me an address or something, I'm sending my mom to get you right now." I nodded knowing he couldn't see me. I hung up and texted him the address. I immediately got up and scrambled around the apartment packing any and everything that looked like mine. I was done with this life. I had to change, and that was gonna start today. My child deserved better. I deserve better. The banging on my door made me jump as I zipped up all the bags. I opened the door cautiously making sure it wasn't Ron or none of his people. "Chase," I whimpered as he held me close kissing my forehead and running his hand through my hair. "Why do you smell like smoke? You're not smoking while you're pregnant are you?"

"No!" I yelled pushing back from him and wiping my tears. "It was Ron."

"Who the hell is Ron?"

"Can we talk about this later?!?! I just need to get out of here now!!! Right fuckin now!" I yelled. He never saw me like this, ever. He stared at me. He was reading me. He was the only one who could do it and understand me. "Okay, yeah...yeah... where are your things?" We took all 5 suitcases and 8 duffel bags and packed them in his mother's car. "Christina," Ms. Andrews finally said to me as she looked at me with her loving eyes. I was a little ashamed. This woman was the only one who knew me from birth. I wouldn't blame her for judging me. She walked up to me and hugged me. Hugged me like a mother held her daughter. I cried. She cried. She knew what I was going through She had Chase at 15. His dad was never there for either of them. "We're gonna take care of you okay?" she said kissing my forehead.