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The next few days were a blur of school, appointments, and adjusting to life at Tim's house. Lucy found solace in her schoolwork, trying to keep her mind occupied and not let her pregnancy disrupt her education. Despite her efforts to stay out of Mr. Bradford's way, his presence felt like a constant shadow, casting a dark pall over her days.

One afternoon, as Tim came home from school, he suggested they visit the local community center. "We should check out if there are any programs for young parents," he proposed, his tone hopeful. Lucy agreed, feeling a spark of optimism at the prospect of finding some much-needed support.

The community center was bustling with activity. Children played in the open areas while adults engaged in various activities. Tim and Lucy found a bulletin board covered with flyers and notices. Among them was a brightly colored flyer that read: "Support Group for Teen Parents – Join Us for Support and Resources!" It listed a weekly meeting time and contact information.

Tim looked at Lucy with determination. "Let's go. It could be really helpful."

On Thursday evening, they arrived at the community center. The support group met in a small, cozy room at the back. Inside, about a dozen young parents sat in a circle, sharing their stories and offering support to one another. The room had a warm, inviting atmosphere, and Lucy felt a wave of relief wash over her as she listened to their experiences. The shared struggles and triumphs made her realize she wasn't alone.

The group leader, Maria, a compassionate woman in her thirties, greeted them after the meeting. "Hi, I'm Maria. I'm so glad you could join us today."

"Thank you," Lucy said, her voice carrying a mix of relief and gratitude. "It really helps to know that others understand what we're going through."

Maria smiled warmly. "Absolutely. We meet every week and offer workshops on parenting, budgeting, and other skills that can be really useful. You're welcome to join us anytime."

Tim and Lucy left the meeting feeling more hopeful than they had in days. They had found a community of people who understood their challenges and were willing to help. It was a small but significant step toward building a better future for themselves and their baby.

As they walked back to Tim's house, Lucy couldn't help but feel a bit lighter. "That meeting was really helpful," she said, her tone reflective. "I feel like we're starting to see a way forward."

Tim smiled and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "We are. And we'll keep working at it, one step at a time."

The next few days were filled with activities as Lucy attended workshops on parenting and budgeting at the community center. Tim worked extra shifts to help cover their expenses, and they began to create a budget to stretch their limited resources.

Despite their efforts, tensions at Tim's house remained high. Mr. Bradford's hostility was evident in every interaction. His comments were laced with passive-aggressive remarks and his glares were sharp and unwelcoming.

One evening, as Tim was preparing for work, Mr. Bradford entered the living room where Lucy was trying to prepare dinner. "So, how's the little charity case today?" he sneered.

Lucy flinched but tried to maintain her composure. "I'm just making dinner. Is there something you need?"

Mr. Bradford rolled his eyes. "Just wondering if you plan to contribute anything or if you're just going to mooch off my hospitality forever."

Before Lucy could respond, Tim came into the room. "Dad, that's enough. Lucy is doing her best. We're working on things and trying to make it work."

Mr. Bradford glared at them but said nothing more. The atmosphere in the room was heavy with tension, and Lucy felt her anxiety mounting. It was clear that living with Mr. Bradford was a constant source of stress.

Later that night, as Lucy and Tim lay in bed, she turned to him with a troubled expression. "I don't know how much longer I can handle this. Mr. Bradford's attitude is really getting to me."

Tim sighed and took her hand. "I know it's tough. But we're making progress. We have the support group, and we're finding ways to manage our situation."

Lucy nodded, trying to muster a smile. "You're right. We're moving forward."

The following week, they received promising news from the community center. They were offered a temporary place to stay in a nearby shelter that specialized in helping young families. It wasn't a permanent solution, but it was a chance to escape the hostile environment at Tim's house and start fresh.

As they packed their belongings, Lucy felt a mix of apprehension and relief. Moving to the shelter would bring its own set of challenges, but it was also an opportunity for a new beginning. Tim's support and the resources from the community center had helped them navigate their difficulties.

On moving day, as they prepared to leave Tim's house, Lucy looked at Tim with renewed determination. "We're on our way to making a better life for ourselves and our baby."

Tim nodded, his eyes reflecting the same resolve. "We are. And we'll face whatever comes next together."

With that, they left for the shelter, ready to embrace the next chapter in their lives. The future remained uncertain, but with each other's support and the help they had found, they felt hopeful and prepared to build a brighter future for their growing family.

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