Whose Life am I Living

Gain

"BABE," I yelled from the bathroom. I was looking in the full length mirror at my body, it had been a week since we had the ordeal with our parents. Since then, we've told our few friends and of course they told their friends and their friends and now all of Washington Centennial High School knows about my pregnancy, not that anyone seemed surprised, which by the way made me feel awful. I mean it's like they all expected me to be the pregnant one, so little faith. I turned to my left examining my abdomen, I could swear I was already showing but no one seems to notice. "MONROE COME HERE," I screamed for like the seventh time. He came running in, his chain flopping on his bare chest as he ran. "What, I was in the middle of 2K whooping Mario's a---,"
"Ahhhh, no swearing in front of the baby dude," I interrupted putting my hands over my belly. He rolled his eyes as he leaned on the door frame, one arm positioned over his head.
"Yes sweetie," he said sarcastically.
"Do I look like I'm showing, I said pulling my shirt up, exposing my stomach.
"Nope, nope, nope I'm not even doing it," he said turning around to leave the bathroom.
"What, why," I said genuinely confused. Monroe looked at my stomach then at my face then at my stomach again.
"No, I'm not saying nothing, 'cause if I say yes then you'll get all mad saying that I'm calling fat then you'll cry 'cause you're all hormonal. But if I say no then you'll spend two hours convincing me you do, and when I finally agree you'll just get mad 'cause you thing I'm calling you fat, no no no I'm not falling for it again, uh uh," he said counting on his fingers for emphasis all while grinning, making me laugh, then I though, again?
"Um, babe what do you mean by again," I questioned.
"Again, I didn't say again," he stammered.
"Yes you did, you said 'I'm not falling for it again' so want did you mean by again," I questioned, stepping closer to him. "Did you get another girl pregnant before me," I asked tears burning my eyes.
"No Whitaker I would never do that to you. Babe just let it go I didn't say again, he said backing away.
"Yes you did," I shouted.
He looked at me then he whispered something that sounded like code green into his chain then ran downstairs. I ran after him as two men barged through my back door. I froze for a second as the blood drained from my face fear kicking in, then adrenaline ran through my body as I swung into action. I kicked the big dude in the gut, elbowing him in the face as he fell to the floor, I used his body kicking off into the air and came down hard with a right hook on the other dude's face. Three guys ran in though the front, I tied my hair into a puff as I ran towards them. I put my hands out grabbing the guy in the middle by his head, flipping over him and bringing him down with a loud crack as his body hit the floor. I flipped up hands out, one guy came up from behind me, I shot my leg out kicking him in the stomach, I heard him let out a grunt as he fell to the floor. The other guy ran at me as I turned my body and landed a roundhouse kick right to his jaw, my fingers gliding against the hardwood floors. As I stood seeing the five unconscious bodies of men on the floor, I silently thanked my parents for putting me through twelve years of martial arts and kick-boxing. My triumph was short lived as strong arms restrained me. I fought the hold but it was no use.
"Get off of me," I grunted, struggling under the pressure.
"I'm sorry Whit." I heard the voice but I couldn't believe it. There was no way he could do this to me just no way. Tears fell from my eyes as I fell to the ground dazed and drowsy. I clung to my consciousness for as long as I could before passing out.
Monroe how could you?