Dancer

Part 18

everyone stood up and I just sat in the corner thinking. What will my mom say? Will she kick me out? Will she hate me? I ruined everything for everyone. If it's ray's he's gonna need to stop mindless behavior to help me.... Sane with the others. Now that I'm pregnant I can't dance nor go on tour. I started crying at how much of a bitch I am. Lola looked back at me and ran to me.

Lola: mo are you okay?

Me: no.

Lola: what's wrong?

Me: I ruined everything for everyone. I can't dance, if the baby is one of theirs they will have to give up all of this to help me.... I feel like shit.

Lola: Mo-

Me: don't even try to act like you disagree.

She stopped talking. She got up and walked to ray and whispered something in his ear. He nodded then walked to me.

Ray: hey baby.

Me:* giggles* why do you call me baby?

Ray: you are my baby.

He laid his head on my lap looking up and me. I looked away not able to look at him without feeling guilty. He sat up and kissed me.

Ray: no matter what I love you.

Did he really just say that.

Me: your only saying because Lola said to.

Ray: no she said come talk to you. I'm talking aren't I?

I smiled. Then the studio door slammed and there was my mom.

Mom: YOUR PREGNANT! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?! I NEVER NOT ONCE IN MY LIFE SAW YOU AS A GIRL TO SLEEP WITH MANY GUYS!!! DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHO THE FATHER IS!?!!

Lola: mrs. Johnson can I talk to you please?

My mom walked out with Lola.

Lola pov---

Mrs. J: what Lola? I'm sorry if I was rude but-

Lola: but nothing! You know what her dad did to her.

Mrs. J: yes bu-

Lola: did you ever think maybe she feels alone? Or neglected. Your never home or anything.

Mrs. J: I-

Lola: bye mrs. Johnson.

I left her standing there realizing what she did was wrong. She had Mo at the age of 17....

Mo pov---

When Lola came in her face was red. I walked out to my mom and saw her crying. I ran to her and hugged her.

Mom: I'm sorry I've never been there for you. I'm sorry I was never with you. I'm so sorry Monica.

I didn't respond.

Mom: can we go home and talk please.

We both had tears running down are faces. I nodded and then we went home.