16 & pregnant

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*Cameron's P.O.V*

My poor babies. My poor fucking babies. All because Chris decided he didn't want me to have a family. I understand he didn't have a family of his own. With both his parents gone, but that doesn't mean he's allowed to break someone else's family apart so they know how he feels.

I rubbed my hands all over my face. I felt my stubs around my face and a mustache. I laughed a little feeling it. I remember Bethany telling me to shave it off because she didn't like it. She called it a 'creepy mustache'.

Man, how much I fucking miss her. I never ever thought a person could feel this much pain. People say 'it's nothing, everyone feels pain you'll get over it'.
No, shut the fuck up. You don't know pain. Pain is not be able to stand the person you see when you look into the damn fucking mirror.

I'm drinking shot after shot. But no amount of alcohol can make her come back. "Cameron? I gotta talk to you, man." That voice. That voice can trigger me to murder someone. "Leave. Chris leave!" I yell not turning around to look at him. I can't bare to look at his face, I know I'll rip it off.

"Cameron, cmon let's talk." I punched the table. "I said to fucking leave! If you don't, I swear I'll throw this shot glass at you!" I threatened. I'm not putting up with his shit no more. I dare him to speak. "Camer-" before he can even finish I throw the shot glass at him.

Sadly, he dodged it and it missed him. He looked at me shocked. "I told you to fucking leave." Since he won't leave I will. I left the money on the table and walked out. Everyone at that bar looked at me schocked and surprised that I actually threw it at him. I guess they don't know, pain changes people.

*Bethany's P.O.V*

Well shit.

I will never understand the world. One moment your sad not wanting shit from anyone, then the next your happy as fuck craving chocolate covered pretzels. I'm glad, I'm happy.

The baby shower was amazing, I got all my gifts and I got to see my dad. Thanks to the amazing person, named Holly. Without her, my life would be trash, and I would probably be in a late stage of depression right now.

I got up from my bed and headed to the bathroom. I smelled like shit not even gonna lie. I entered the bathroom and shut the door behind me. I took my clothes and turned to the side. I rubbed my belly.

"Hang in tight little peanut. You'll be here in three weeks." I smiled. As I rubbed my belly she moved. Even the siltiest touch on my belly can get her moving. I felt a slight pain in my lower stomach. Holy shit. I ignored it and just took a shower. Maybe it's just in my head.

I entered the shower and began running my fingers through my hair as the water ran down my back. After twelfth minutes I felt that same pain again. Just now it was a bit more stronger. I looked down at my belly and whispered

"When I said hang in tight, I meant that shit. Stay in there little peanut I'm not ready yet." Once I was done with my shower I got dressed and went into my room where my chocolate covered pretzels are awaiting.

When I walked into my room Holly was sitting down on the bed eating Hot Cheetos. "Hey bitch." I said grabbing my chocolate covered pretzels. "Hey hoe." She smiled. Her being at my house isn't really a surprise. She's my best friend.

If she were to murder someone, I'll just help her dispose of the body. I was about to open the bag when I felt that pain again. But this one was a killer pain. "OW OH MY FUCKING BITCHES OW!" I dropped my bag. Ah man, my food.

"Bethany! What happened? You good?" I looked down and see my sweats wet and felt water drop down my leg. Oh my god. "Bethany. Did you just pee yourself." She chuckled.

"Don't get it on the floor I just cleaned." Is she fucking serious? "You idiot! My water just broke!" Little peanut, I told you to stay in there. Why didn't you fucking listen! Shit, now I have to go through the pain of birth.

•A/N•

Fuckery fuck fucks, shits bout to happen.