Meant To Be - Michael & Angela

Chapter 8 - New York, New York

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Love,
~ShoamEmily

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11th of February, 1989
Michael is 30, Angela is 24

Angela: My eyes shot open, that familiar feeling making its way up my throat.

I gasped, throwing the sheets off my body.

I ran to the bathroom, crouched down in front of the toilet, and waited for the nausea to pass.

It didn't. I clutched the sides of the toilet, retching loudly.

The bed creaked. Michael then stood at the door, rubbing his tired eyes.

"You're okay," he cooed before coming down to my level and holding my hair up. "Let it out, baby..."

As he held my hair, other hand soothing my back, my mind wandered, thinking of how we ended up here.

So much had changed since we got to New York two weeks ago.

In those two weeks, my belly grew significantly, and I often found myself in front of the mirror, staring at it.

I already had somewhat of a bump.

I might have not known a lot, but I knew this wasn't how I was supposed to look.

Because if I did my math right, and I did, I should have only been around 12 weeks.

It seemed odd, but as long as the baby was growing, I didn't want to put unnecessary worries on our minds.

And we had plenty of those to go around.

I hadn't told my parents about the pregnancy. I just couldn't. Not yet.

I expected anger from them, but hearing it on the phone a few nights ago still stung.

They were furious about me taking off without saying much, upset about me not explaining why I needed time away from school.

And Rosa? God, Rosa was pissed.

The disappointment was clear, but what was I supposed to tell them?

"You're seriously throwing away your education for a guy?! I don't care who he is, he's not allowed to treat you like that!" she yelled in my ear when she heard.

What my sister didn't know is that I had made that decision all on my own, when Bill came over the other week, showing Michael and I the latest tabloids.

We were everywhere.

The moment I saw my face plastered across the front covers, I knew going back to school wasn't an option, not with my belly growing and our every move under watch.

Our relationship was officially out, and when I asked Michael about school, he had a sympathetic look on his face.

"Everyone knows who you are now, Angie. They won't rest until they get ahold of you, trust me. I can't make you quit school, but it's an option you have to think about..."

He was right. But quitting? That decision felt like giving up a part of myself.

The pill bottle that had been on my mind before was completely gone by now, no trace of it in my too anxious of a brain.

Not that I didn't care, there were just too many things to deal with.

Like staying here. We only decided to stay in New York for the sake of our peace, because no one really knew where we were.