Carolines Choice.

Hey guys! This is my first wattpad story ever!! Im super pumped to be putting the first chapter of my story on!! Yeah!! Now ill try to upload lots and get my story done, but i do have a life other than writing so please forgive me. My stories a very intense story and crazy story. Not for viewers under the age of 13. LOL jk. Well i hope you all enjoy! Vote and comment! :) thanks guys. Ana Kahn <3

Chapter one

Caroline closed the door behind her. She sat down and began to ball. This day would change her life forever. She picked up the phone and dialled a number she had called too many times. The abortion agency. To hear the woman pick up the phone with a sarcastic tone .

" Hi you have reached Baby killers are us, this is deathy speaking." wasn't at all reassuring. My voice quivered when I spoke. "H-H-Hi  t-t-this is umm umm." She answered with a snap. "Well what is your name, I haven't got all day!" I was reluctant in saying. "O-o-oh sorry, My name is Caroline Macdonald and I would like to call about an umm a well you know..." She quickly snaps back. "An abortion? Sunny it's not like this is your first one."  And she was right, this would be Caroline's fourth abortion. " Yah, you are right. So yah could I a book one....?" She replied. "Ok well can you tell me when the intercourse took place?" "What?" I replied. "THE SEX?" She yells. "Well, umm I would say about 4 months ago." She replies. "Oh well I'm sorry but it's too late, at 4 months it's too late to have an abortion." "wha-wha-wha-what?" I say in disbelief. "yah, unfortunately it's too late."

 I hang up the phone and the balling begins again. To think i had to have a baby. I had to take care of life beyond myself. I could barely manage to take care of myself. I wasn't crying because I have to have a stinky, poppy, drooling baby, I was crying because the baby had to have me. I sat alone in silence in my tiny apartment, with no cash, and nothing to take care of this baby. I had been living on the street for two years, working as a prostitute, trying to get by. Living with nothing and no one. I had finally cleaned up my act enough to be able to afford this tiny 6 by 6 foot room, and get a real job, when a baby comes along? What on earth will I do?

 *flashback* Standing there in my room tears streaming down my face, feeling hurt and alone. I hear my parents from the living room fighting. They were throwing and crashing things around. I remember wondering why me? Why must I be the kid living with nothing. My parents fought all the time. My family didn't love me. I was alone in this world. No siblings, no pets just me and my lonely self. I struggled each day to get by. Going to school and going home being lucky to even get a hello from my mother or father. The door slammed. I hear silence for the first time. Silence is the last thing I wanted to hear.  Alone in my house, just eight years old.

Sorry it's short! :) ill try to upload again soon. But if i get lots of votes and comments it might come up sooner. :)