16 & pregnant

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*Bethany's P.O.V*

"Luckily, you're able to live with my family. So we'll be roommates!"

I just stared at the wall. Blankly. Completely spaced out. My mothers dead. The only one that stick around. Is dead. Every time I love someone, they some how leave. No one ever stuck with me. My dad, Cameron, my sister, and now my mom. Maybe I'm meant to be alone. Maybe no ones meant to love me.

"Bethany!" Holly was yelling my name. "Cmon, we need to get out of this hospital, it's depressing in here." She lightly chuckled. "That's just me." I said, still blankly staring at the wall. "Let's go, Kimberly's waiting for you." I took my eyes away from the wall and onto her. "Let's go."

The only thing that is making me get up from this bed is Kimberly. If she weren't here, there wouldn't be one single thing, that would make me get up. "Bethany, everything will be fine, this is only a bump in the road."

"A bump? Bitch this was a fucking deer."

*Holly's P.O.V*

I placed Kimberly on the bed since she was knocked out. "Well this is it, you're officially living with me." She was looking to the side. Completely ignoring my presence. It was like I was invisible to her. "Bethany." I grabbed her shoulders making her face me. Her eyes. You could see all the pain she had gone through.

They were bright red, with tears beginning to form in them. This is the the first time she cried ever since her mom died. I didn't say anything, she didn't need words. I pulled her to me and wrapped my arms around her. I rubbed my hand up and down on her back as she quietly sobbed on my shoulder.

*2 days later*

"I'll be back, just going to finish my paper at the library." I sighed and walked out the house. I pulled up in front of my cousins hair salon. I walked inside and put my hair up. "You ready, Holly?" My cousin handed me scissors. "Yup."

Due to Jerry's bitch ass, I'm forced to work. My cousin owns a hair style and she taught me some things. Easiest way to get money, so why not. "So Ms.Carter, what would you like today?"

*Bethany's P.O.V*

Holly has been home for a couple of hours. Some paper she's working on. I headed downstairs to get food since I was hungry. "Oh Bethany." I looked up and see Holly's older brother, Cole. "Oh, hey Cole." He walked up to me and smirked.

"You know Bethany, I've always found you sexy." He said. "So, who hasn't?" I cockily smiled. He walked up behind me grabbing my hips. "I'm glad you know it." He whispered in my ear. "K thanks." I tried taking his arms off me. "You aren't going anywhere." He threw me on the floor.

"Ow." I flinched trying to get up. My eyes landed on the counter, where there was a knife. I went to reach for the knife. "Where you going baby, we haven't even started." He slapped me across the face and held my arms down. I flinched feeling the heat rushing to the side of my cheek. He began unbuttoning my pants.

My legs being free, I managed to kick him in the groan. As he groaned in pain, I reached for the knife. "Bethany!" He yelled once he saw I had the knife in my grasp. My pants barley on, one side of my cheek bright red, bruises on my arms, and a knife in my hand.

"Put it down." I hesitated and ran upstairs. "Bethany! Get back here!" I ran into the room and locked the door. I heard pounding against the door and coles muffled yells. I saw Kimberly sleeping quietly on the bed. "Don't worry baby girl, I won't cause you problems anymore.

I headed to the bathroom, with the knife still in my hands. I began the water, waiting as the tub filled up. Once it was filled up I got in it, not even bothering to stop the water. I looked at my wrists. As a tear fell down my cheek I began to cut my wrists open.

I was wrong. I wasn't meant to be alone. I was meant to be dead. No one wants me here, so what's the point of sticking around. Maybe now the pain will stop. Lost souls don't suffer pain. I'll be better dead. I closed my eyes and began to get lower on the tub as a tear ran down my cheek.

•A/N•

Look at my wife up there ya'll.

Poor baby Bethany, she going through a lot
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