Kaliah
The fact that Bry is leaving the day I planned to go to the doctor. I had no reason to react how I did but I might've wanted him to come along with me.
I didn't plan on keeping it a secret from him that/if I'm pregnant but I'm most definitely lost about the whole situation.
After Bry dropped me off I walked in and a guy was sitting on the sofa. My mom wasn't nowhere in sight & I'm basically looking at a stranger in my house.
Opening the door must've disturbed him from looking at tv because he turned around with a 40 ounce in his hand.
"Where's mama?" I started.
"Heyyyy baby." He slurred roaming his eyes around my body.
I then knew it was time for me to go. I don't know where but not here.
I truly hate the way my mom set things up around here. Dudes like that is what I fear from. Not physically but mentally. You never know what's on a drunk man's mind and a pretty light skin girl in the ghetto wouldn't last without a guy tryna scoop me up.
I sat on the porch for hours until I finally saw my mom pull up in the drive way. I felt a little safer that she came but I knew what this was about to start.
"Where you been? Why ya came back, shit." She said locking the car with her keychain.
"Who is that guy in there mama?" I ignored.
"Mind your business. Stay out of my company's way while he's here." She spoke with an attitude.
"I'm tryna see who is this pervert is that's staying under the same room as me!" I spat back.
"Girl this my house and I do what the fuck I please. You are more than welcome to get the fuck out! I really don't care but you heard what I said."
I went to my room and slamming my door.
"And don't slam no fucking doors in my house!" My mom yelled.
Talking to her is like a brick wall. Everything goes in one ear and out the other. I feel like I'm a mistake. Like I did something wrong to her.
I'm not a disrespectful child. I make good grades. I mostly do everything around the house I just don't see what I do so wrong to the point that make her care so less about me.
Thursday Morning
I haven't talked to Bryson every since he dropped me off at home the other day. He tried calling and only texted me once but I didn't respond to anything.
I decided to call him to at least make sure he makes it okay out there.
The phone ranged about three times and he picked up.
"Hello?"
"Hey." I started.
"Wussup? Panties outa bunch yet?"
"Anyways, Just let me know when you make it to maybe your first designation. I do kinda love you a little."
"Alright guh, love ya."
"Love you too boy." I laughed.
Ending the call, my phone ranged instantly hanging up with Bry. Looking at it, it was Kryslyn.
"Hello, girl you ready?" She began.
"Yeah, just call when you're outside." I assured.
I hung the phone up and laid it on my bed. I laid there thinking about this whole thing. I was so nervous and if this is confirmed I don't know what I'll do.
I went to the kitchen to make a sandwich and my mom came in. She slammed the front door behind her & slung her purse outrageously to the ground.
