There's Nothing Left For Me

One

Late October 2009
Draya POV

"Sir please stop!" I cried as the man plunged himself more and more inside of me.

"Fuck! Yo pussy feels good." He grumbled into my neck.

"This hurts!" I cried, feeling as if though my virginity was being taken again.

"Shut up." He slapped my breast, squeezing them forcefully.

"Why you crying baby?" He slowed his paced, rubbing in my hair. "Why you not moaning for daddy?" I felt what seemed like spit run over my girl.

The room was dark, and it seem as if though it was getting darker by the second. My rapist followed me into my hotel room once I opened the door. I had just told my friends not to come up when they dropped me off. I told them I was going straight to bed after our nighting.

"Fuck!" The guy groaned. Soon after, I felt a hot liquid enter my body.

5 months later

"Your baby boy is perfectly healthy." I smiled, looking at the ultrasound.

"Baby boy." I shook my head as the tears came out. I wish he would look more a like me, but then again I don't even know what his father look like.

"He is going to be beautiful. And listen to me, no matter what happens, stay positive. I know your story and I want you to take great care of your son." I nodded as she wiped the gel off my stomach.

"I already set you up an appointment for 3 weeks from today. You just have to go up front and confirm." I hugged Dr. Lidia before taking my ultrasound pictures.

"Okay thank you." I gave her one last smile then walked out the door.

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"You've got to be kidding me!" I grumbled as I seen yet another eviction notice on my door. I unlocked my door with a sigh, throwing my keys on the kitchen table.

My apartment is VERY small. It's basically what they call a studio apartment. I mean, I don't have any money.

I'm a 22-year old college student, living on my own. My parents stop contacting me since I left for school since I didn't want to follow their footsteps and carry out the family's business.

I used to work at this job that got the bills payed, but they fired me when I found out I was pregnant. Even after I told them about my situation, they still had to "let me go." Fucking bastards.

Now I'm working on getting a job which is hard because I'm pregnant and a lot of these jobs "aren't hiring pregnant women" because they don't want to be "liable for anything happening." I've heard that from at least 6 jobs. McDonald's won't even hire me.

I sighed, running my hand through my hair as I answered my door.

"You must be out by tomorrow. I'm sorry Draya, I've done the best I could. My dad is serious this time." I simply nodded my head as the tears build up.

"Thank you so much for all your help." I gave Theo a hug.

"We're going to be fine baby." I mumbled as he began to kick.

"Do you need any help packing?" Theo offered.

"I um, don't really have much to pack up." I looked down, embarrassed.

"Well I can help you with whatever you have." He grinned. I stepped over a little allowing him to come inside. Most of my things were in travel bins, as far as clothes, because getting dressers weren't in my budget.

"I really appreciate this, although you don't have to do much." I chuckled to myself.

"Hey," he nudged me. "Don't beat yourself down aight. Keep ya head up." I smiled.

"Thanks."