'POSITIVE' the white stick read. I already knew I was pregnant. My gut told me so. No signs had came yet, but I just knew. After my mother died of breast cancer and my father is no where to be found on these cold hearted streets of Detroit. I turned to men that could pleasure me in ways that, I couldn't get from the loneliness in my heart. I have no one. My best friend Diamond died due to gang related issues. I have no other siblings. I have relatives that know of me, but when it's time to lend a helping hand they are no where to be found.
Now that this child is inside of me, I have to do what is best for us. That means telling who I hope is its father, Demetri. Demetri was someone I knew from back at high school, he was there when I had nothing. He lets me stay at his place until I get back on my feet. But he always discussed of how having a baby was to much pressure. No matter what his opinion was. This is my baby with or without the father in its life. Although, I wouldn't want my child to have a absent father it's not as if I can pin Demetri down, and make him take responsibility for his actions.
The further I thought about telling Demetri. The more I felt as if he only comforted me to get in my pants. I got angrier by the moment. So I decided to text him.
Layla: We need to talk ASAP
Demetri: I'm at work can we talk later?
Layla: Just call me when you get off of work.
I knew Demetri was about making money. No matter how he got it, he had it. Demetri wasn't the type that would lay around with anybody. He wanted to see what you were about and then if he slept with you. He slept with you. Nothing more. Nothing less. Except, me and Demetri had a vibe between us. Like we were family. He had my back, and I had his. All this thinking made me have a headache.
As I walked across the two bedroom apartment, to the kitchen. I grabbed the small Advil bottle. I opened the bottle making sure that I pressed each side to open it. I got a bottle of water out of the refrigerator. I popped two pills and swallowed most of the water down at once.
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I'm Pregnant...
General FictionLayla. A scared 24 year old prostitute. Who just falls out of love with her 'deceased' bestfriend. She's been on her own since she was 17 because her mom died of cancer. Her dad was never there. So she never really cared for him, but she would hav...