Revival

Chapter Thirtyone

For the next couple weeks, you've been feeling even more sick.
Vomiting at the break of dawn, was a new normal for you.

You laid in your bed, wondering what was going on with you.

One thing that came to your mind, was food poisoning.
But that was unlikely.

You also assumed that your period must be coming.
It had been at least five weeks since you have had it.
But it was common for yours to be irrgular, so you thought noting of that.

Your booba were also a little sore, but that was also normal when you got your period.

Yet there was always that one fear in the back of your mind.

If you were pregnant.

You and Justin hadn't used any protection that night.

The head of the moment had gotten to be the both of you, and you two just didn't bother with it.

No matter how hard you tried to shake it, this thought kept coming back to you.
You didn't know all the signs of pregnancy, but you knew a few.
And you had been experiencing them.
But you weren't sure what was period related, and what wasn't.

You were always tired, and just drained of energy.
Certain foods tasted amazing to you, and some foods that you used to like, had the worst taste in the world.

Yoz quickly got out of bed, and got dressed in something decent.

You then brushed your teeth, and did your hair and makeup.

Once you were finished, you made your way downstairs, grabbing your purse, and leaving the house.

You needed to settle this right now.
If you were pregnat, you needed to know so immediately.

Later that evening, you just sat on your couch.

Everything was so blurred to you now.
You had been crying for the past three hourse.

You- this can't be happening..

You whispered to yourself in despair.

The shock of it all was so much for you, and you didn't know what to do.

You were in fact pregnant.

Everything you ever wanted to do, was now gonna change.

You had been thinking about collage, but were waiting to make enough money.

Now you most definitely wouldn't be able to go.

You were only eighteen. Nineteen in a couple months. But at this moment, only eighteen.

Your mother had gotten pregnant with you when she was sixteen.
But she was in no way ready, and ended up leaving you.

Your father had only been fifteen.
Yes fifteen, and there was no way that he would have been capable of caring for you.
You've seen your father a few times over the years, but not hardly.

Your whole life, you were placed in this home, taken out and out in a new one for a couple months, then a new one a few weeks later.
Once you had become eighteen, you hadn't needed to be looked after anymore.

You had missed that love.
Seeing it with family's on the street, or placed you'd go.
Where the mother and father happily enjoy their children, and love them.
That was the love that you had always wanted.

So in those years growing up, you had turned to boyfriends.
But they all took advantage of what you were searching for.
You couldn't distinguish the difference between love and s*x.

You always thought that m, if a guy wanted to have s*x with you, then he must love you.
Wrong.
It was the complete opposite.
Yet you kept on with it, every guy, you'd make the mistake with every one.

Justin had shown you that he was different from them.
He loved you aside from s*x.
You two had done it a few times, but it was actually out of love.
And he stayed with you.
He never left you, after he got what he wanted.

Because what he wanted was you, just you.