The Gangleader

Chapter twenty

Maya's POV

I quickly run to the bathroom in disgust, I reach the bathroom in a rush. Holding my hand up to my mouth I quickly open the lid of the toilet. My mouth start salivating until I puked into the toilet.

I held myself over as I continued to puke.

"Maya." I hear from the other side of the door.

"Just one minute." I muffle, spiting into the toilet.

The unknown person walked in anyways, I move to flush the toilet, gathering myself to stand. I walk to the sink rinsing my mouth.

"Baby.. are you ok?"Jackson asked worriedly, pulling me into him.

"I'll be fine." I respond flatly.

"Are you feeling okay, is your stomach bothering you?" Jackson kept asking, grabbing my waist.

"Idk just a stomach ache I guess." I mumble leaning into him.

"Maya.." He hesitated, looking straight into my eyes. "Your not pregnant are you?"

"No. I'm not pregnant, why is everyone saying that!" I yell busting in tears before storming out of the bathroom.

Everyone else had now finished up with dinner and were talking up a storm in the dinning room.

"Oh May-" My Step-mom goes to say.

"I'm leaving." I blurt, walking to the door.

The gang got up gathering to the door.

"So soon?" My dad replied.

"What do you mean 'so soon' you and that stupid women are having a baby! and you want me to act like everything's fine?!" I yell, wiping away my tears.

"First off don't talk to your mother like that!" My dad yelled, crossing his arms over his chest.

"She's not my mom!!!!" I boom, everyone else stepped to the side silently.

"You know what Maya, I'm tired of this. Every since you were 12 and Christina came into our lives you've always acted out! I'm not surprised where you are now. In fact what happened to you when you were 16, you deserved!" He yelled.

My heart dropped I can't believe he just said that, what happened to me when I was 16. My past is what still haunts me, what made me have to go to all the therapists.

"Dad!!" Justin yelled back at dad.

"I hate you." I mumbled towards my dad, I then storm out heading towards the car.

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I sat on the side on the side of my bed, still in shock from what my dad said. I still regretted bring everyone there, I knew it would end badly.

I felt strong arms pull me in between their legs, I already knew who it was. He didn't say anything, just hugged me, and that's what I needed at the moment.

3 minutes he broke the silence, "What happened." He whispered still holding onto me.

"You mean when I was 16?" I mumbled taking in a deep breath.

"Yeah.." He trailed off.

"Um when I was 14.. I hung out with the wrong group of girls." I mumbled, now turning to face him.
"It started off the same, skipping class, then skipping school, then the girls around me dated these juniors, so then they got involved. They had been in trouble with the wrong gangs in the city, and owed them things." I continue starting to tear up.