Another Cliché Love Story

Hell? Pfft That's a Paradise Compared To My Life

Dedicated to @trtodd2 go check out her shit lol.

Hello people! This chapter is in Beatrice's POV enjoy! And the picture is how I imagine her hair later in the story.

I can get through this shit!

I have to.

I can't just fall apart. I have Deja and she needs me together not broken.

It's hard to stay together when everything, just keeps coming down around you.

How long can I keep up this act?

I'm a strong person, yes, but my emotions aren't the best. I can solve any problem with my hands, but emotionally not so much.

To make things worse I fell in love with a horrible person.

To make things even more worse. I got pregnant by him again!

After that I came under so much stress my baby isn't even going to make it.

So right now, my emotions are driving me crazy.

I take a deep breath and then feel my phone buzz.

Mother: did you do it yet

Me: on my way now. Don't worry I'm not going to punk out.

Mother: alright tell me when you're done.

Why would she want to know? I don't feel like dealing with her.

I look over at Eliza. Ugh, I hope she doesn't make the same stupid ass mistakes as me. She and Elijah already fucked early in the relationship, let's just hope they last.

I don't want her to end up like me.

"How you feeling?" She asks.

I roll my eyes. "As good as to be expected."

She takes my hand and we pull up to the doctor's office.

We sky on the car.

I'm doing to do it and I'm not going to think about anymore!

I get another text from my phone.

Jacob: you thought I forgot? Nope I'm waiting inside for you.

Dammit this man will be the death of me!

"Alright come on." I tell her, getting out of the car.

Eliza walks with me inside and we greet Jacob.

I haven't seen him since our kiss a few days ago. Maybe he's been avoiding me. I wouldn't be surprised he has a whole girlfriend.

"Hey Beautiful." He whispers, giving me a hug.

I wrap my arms around him tight. "Hey."

I go and check in and they tell me the doctor will be ready for me shortly.

A young girl comes and sits by me.

"Are you Catholic too?" She asks.

"Yes." I answer.

"Then tell me why we're doing this." She tells me in tears.

"You're doing this because you're too young and judging by the fact that you're here alone, probably means you and the father are no longer an item. You can't do it on your own. I already have a kid and I didn't do it by myself." I tell her.

"I'll be repenting for days." She sighs.

"As will I, but at least we will have some control over our life."