This seemed like it was the story of my life....waking up in the hospital. Except I didn't fall and I'm not nine years old I am 19 years old and I have an incision vertically below my abdomen. The Dr. Referred to it as "pfannestiel"....
You see, I am a 19 year old cocaine and meth addict, who has just given birth to premature twins that I haven't even seen, yet. They had to be rushed to the NICU. Their lungs weren't fully developed at only 30 weeks gestation. I'm laying in a bed on the maternity ward with a Demoral drip running through my veins in excruciating pain. I want to go see my babies, but I'm not even sure if the state of California is going to allow me to keep them. Plus, while they recover in the NICU. I will be in a rehab facility. Hopefully, it will be a decent one. Thanks to my aunt and uncle, who came to my rescue, yet again. And I'm in California. Not Louisiana. You see, this is a part of my deep dark past that Mr. Tall dark and handsome doesn't even know about. Perhaps he was right? We really don't know each other after all....
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Between The Lines
Mystery / ThrillerI'm not quite sure when my fate was decided. It could have been when I was 7 years old and cps took me from my mom, who was an aspiring actress in Hollywood. Or when I made eye contact with the boy next door in San Bernardino Valley. Or when I exper...
