Forever mine

Chapter 1

So this is my first ever story. I hope you enjoy it. I hate author notes so i won't be writing any unless it's completely necessary. Just vote and comment if u want and enjoy the story (:

Chapter 1

Finally I put the last of the boxes on the hardwood floor of my tiny apartment. I was exhausted from moving houses yet again. Hopefully this new place would be safer than the last one, it was definitely more secluded, and not to mention it was filled with snobby rich people. He would never even think of searching for me and my dear Jaden here.

Thinking of Jaden, my small 3 year old boy, had me worriedly checking on him. He was sitting in the middle of his tiny cute little room whose walls were covered in a baby blue patterned wallpaper, and his single bed was pushed against the left side of his room. The few toys that he had, that I could afford, were scrambled all around him and over the floor and the boxes containing his clothes were tipped over, spilling half of their contents. I sighed deeply in resignation and started putting the toys back into their plastic box. Sometimes being a mom at 18 could be a major pain in the ass.

I got up at 6:30 in the morning the next day. It was Monday and I had to get to school and drop Jaden at the daycare Centre. I worked at the daycare Centre 2 hours after school and 4 hours in the morning on the weekends, hoping the money I earned would be enough to get me by the month.

I sighed after thinking about all the bills and the rent I still had to pay for the new apartment, mentally calculating the money I had left in my bank account. It wasn’t enough to pay the bills AND buy the groceries for the whole month. Guess this month was going to be rough on the food.

I felt a deep ache in my heart thinking about my little boy and how adorable he was and how he deserved the world’s best food, clothes, house and basically everything. I wished with everything in me every day that I was able to fulfill his every need to the fullest, but with me not even have finished my high school yet, it was really hard to find jobs, let alone good jobs, especially in this part of California which was filled with rich snobs who threw money around like it grew on trees, not realizing what it meant to those of us who couldn’t afford a beat up Honda 1994 let alone a Mercedes Benz.

I snapped myself out of my thoughts and looked at the time, it was 7:15, shit, I had been lost in my thoughts for 45 mints and now I was running late. I hurried to the washroom and took the quickest shower ever. I towel dried my dark brown wavy hair which came to a little above my waist, and wrapped a towel around my body, too late to change into my clothes as I could hear Jaden crying and calling me from his room. He never liked to move to new places and got scared easily if he woke up alone in a new room. The first few weeks were always rough for us in a new place.

I went to his room and saw him sitting in a bundle of his blankets, crying his eyes out. He stretched his arms out to me, when he saw me, indicating me to pick him up. I quickly went to him and picked him up in my arms shushing him and soothing him by telling him everything was going to be ok.

He buried his face in my neck and mumbled in his cute little baby voice, thick from crying. “Momma I don’t like this place, the bed was maked scary sounds when I sleeped." He said, jumbling up all the verbs.

I sat on the bed and the bed squeaked loudly underneath me making Jaden cry again. “Shush baby... shush... its ok, this is not a scary noise. The bed is telling you good morning and goodnight when it makes that noise. See how awesome your bed is? It can talk." I said trying to sooth him and cheer him up. He looked at me with his beautiful brown eyes wide and full of wonder. He then climbed out of my lap and started jumping on the bed laughing. “Look momma, I maked the bed talk" He said with his toothy grin plastered on his face.