Survival

Your What!?

I looked up at the ceiling and stared at my spinning fan blowing the air down on me. It's very hot out, I'm not much of an outsider anyways. Even if I was I would have the knowledge to not go out in 89 degrees weather.

The soft knock on my door motioned me to sit up "Come in" I said. As the door opened it was Jennifer, she sat down on the edge of my bed, I knew what she was going to do.. She was going to yell. I exploded on Bradley when he tried to help me play pool in the game room, he went behind me and held my hand in his. I acted how any girl would've acted or any rational one. I jabbed him with the long pool stick and slapped him, giving me a chance to run the heck out of there.

Alright so maybe I was a little bit too hasty I have to agree. I didn't even check who the poor guy behind me was until I swung the game room door open watching him squirm in a fetal position holding his stomach in pain.

She rubbed my comforter, a mixture of my favorite color, blue that goes great with the grey and white. Almost everything in my bedroom is only those three colors, I like simple and quiet not complicated and loud. I had two big fluffy blue pillows, three white, and one grey. I had two hanging ceiling lamps on both sides of my bed, two wooden antique dressers and two windows for natural light covered by thin white drapes. I love my room and mostly because they planned it out.

When I first walked in my room they said my facial expression was priceless. It really was, there was a tear in my eye and I screamed so much in happiness my face was as hot and red as a pepper. Unfortunately though for me they got it on camera not only pictures but on tape. They said it was for family memories, it warmed my heart when they put a video of me in a box full of them.

"I'm not going to yell" I stand corrected, she's not going to yell. "But I am angry, why did you do such a thing?" She stared at me, her face was glowing. A pretty natural glow.

He literally just creep up on me, he didn't ask if I wanted or needed help he just decided to get behind me without my terms. It's a reflex at the most. I sat there still in silence, I'm at lost of words what do you say at such a thing? 'Oh I'm sorry for coming to my defense I thought he was going to sexually assault me'

"Karla answer me now"

I shrugged but I knew that wasn't good enough "I'll go say sorry"

She pointed to the door for me to exit "You bet you are" I stood up and exited through the door she was pointing to and walked down the hallway to the master bedroom. I knocked and heard a weep of a come in, I wasn't sure, but I opened the door anyways.

"Bradley" I said looking down at my penguin socks

"For the last time Karla, call me dad" But I know that's not the last time, it's been a month and yet I'm still calling them Jennifer and Bradley, Jennifer doesn't mind she said it'll come around eventually much more occurring, I'm already done calling them Mr. And Mrs.Smith so she's not worried but Bradley is always reminding me forcing it all the time.

"Dad, I just wanted to say I'm sorry" When in reality I'm not, he should be saying sorry to me. I looked up from my penguin socks to his emerald green eyes, the Smiths were a interracial couple. They were perfect. We we're an interracial family. We were perfect.

I remember the first week Jennifer told me how she fell for him, his eyes swooned her but it takes much more than the color of someone's eyes. She fell for everything. His personality, dashing looks, and family too, but I don't see it. She said he is a hopeless romantic but he treats her so far from it, his height I do see, he's 6 inches taller than me. I'm 5'4 almost the same height as Jennifer, she's 5'5 and he's a straight 6 feet I always jokingly ask how's the weather up there.

But when I asked Bradley he just says 'She was beautiful' when I ask during the wedding how he felt he just said the exact same thing. Over and over about any question I ask about how he felt about her. Does he even love her?

"I've been getting a lot of injuries and trouble from you lately" That is true, just last week while we were playing a little daughter to father baseball match I hit him on the nose. Blood gushing out into a mixture of vomit. Once he saw the blood he threw up and passed out right into that pile. I learned something that day about him though, he's a good baseball player and gets very faint at the sight of blood.

"I know, I'm sorry about all of those times too, can you forgive me?" He yanked me over by my wrist, the next minute I found myself on the bed sitting right next to him

"If you do something like that ever again, I'll just have to punish you. Understand?" What a change, I must've broke something inside of him. I regret hitting him with the pool stick for real now.

He glares into my clear water blue eyes for what seems like an eternity. I'm at a lost of words again and I know he's waiting for a response so I shrugged like last time. Which earned a painful squeeze of my cheeks "I think its my turn to do the injuring don't you think?" I would respond but he had my face so smushed into his hold I couldn't even nod a no. "I'm glad we're on the same page" he said before letting go of my face.

I scurried off the bed and headed for the door but before I left he called me back and I obediently went back "Don't tell anyone any of this" I nodded a yes, maybe tomorrow will be a better day, he's probably only acting out because he's tired of me injuring him. "I knew you would say yes" and I knew I would too, I don't want to go back to foster care if it had to come to that, even if Alex was there.

I headed for the door again and closed it right behind me. It was quiet. I hope Jennifer didn't hear any of that. I walked back to my room and heard an ill noise in my bathroom once I walked in. I rushed inside to see tissues and vomit all over the bathroom floor, gross. Well at least she's going to clean it up right after.

"Jennifer! Oh my god!" I crouched down next to her trying my best to not get any vomit on me then held her black hair as I continued to speak "What happened"

She didn't say a thing, she just held out a half purple half white stick for me to take that had two lines as she kept vomiting. I didn't know what it meant or what it is but once she finally thought the vomiting stopped she spoke "I'm pregnant"

My eyes grew big and I stuttered as my heart started to pound all I could think of was foster care again, they're not going to want me now. They have a child, a real child. "I thought you couldn't have children"

"I know" She said clearly disappointed too

"What are you going to do!" I yelled then leaned in whispering "What are you going to tell Bradley"

"I don't know"

"Oh for God's sake Jennifer! What are your options!?" I snapped but she only started to cry then the next second yelled for me to get out. It's my bathroom but I still walked out and sat on my bed patiently, well now I know her moods swings are in full affect already.

I wonder how far along she is, not long though. There's no bump. I hope this baby won't push me away from them or make them forget about me.

I'm a Smith now, not a Thompson.

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Woah is Karla wanting to forget her real family tree already! :( and is Bradley already fed up with kids? When he has another on the way! Such a rollercoaster. I hope you guys liked that chapter!

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--Dreaming--Angel--