Baby Steps

My fears

I woke up with my hands bound to the bed. I couldn't get them free. My dad heard me rustling around and came in with a bat. What was he going to do. He stared at me with ice cold eyes. I shivered at the memory of the last time my hands were tied to something. He finally walked over and bent down to the ground.

"You have shamed the family, you shall get rid of this thing."

"DAD! NO!" He swung the bat at my stomach causing me to fold up into the fetal position. "Dad I didn't do it! It was him! I was forced!"

"They only reason you were forced was because you were thinking of sinning. The thing inside you is the devil. You must kill it or I will."

I cried out in pain as two more swings hit my ribs and my hips. He left the room and locked my door. I just lay there in pain.
Pain.
Is there even such thing anymore? My baby might be gone! I actually felt sorry for my baby. Despite the fact I couldn't choose the father it was still mine.

My mom came in and cut the ropes off and slapped my face. As she left, she put a loaf of bread on my nightstand.
"This loaf will be your only food for a month. You are a disgrace."
This was my fear. I didn't want my family to know. I had to help this baby and stay alive as long as I could, if it was still there. I was so sad. I couldn't live here anymore. I put as many shirts and clothes on me as I could and packed my gym bag with some necessities: my bear, the loaf of bread, and 2 blankets. I was surprised it would all fit in there. I jumped out of the window and went to the library and searched "homeless pregnant teen shelters." I was surprised to see one right by my school. That was about 2 miles away and it was approaching night time. I am glad I brought my blankets.

I found a spot underneath a tree and got as situated as I could.
My life is only going to get worse if I don't help myself. Get some rest and then go to the shelter in the morning.
I ate a piece of bread for my "dinner" and fell asleep.

The bright sun was in my eyes when I woke up along with a very handsome young man. About my age, he offered his hand. When I grabbed it he spun me around and pushed my face towards his face. I pushed him away and he held me tight. I looked up and saw Jacob's face. I started screaming and scared myself as I actually woke up. I was sweaty and on the wet drenched blanket. It must have rained last night.

I sat up and closed my eyes.
"*sigh* I can do this."