Run!

Chapter 2

When I stepped into the house my mother looked at me and got up. "God damn it! Where have you been? when are you going to learn better?", she pulled me by my ear an took me into my room. She closed the door and slapped me. She opened the door and walked out of the room and locked the door behind her, which meant I'd be locked in again. I began to cry and felt like killing my self, nobody actually cared for me and neither did my own parents. They always said I was just a mistake and wasn't meant to be born and she would've had an abortion but she and my father were too young and poor so they didn't have money to afford it.

(4 months later...)

Four months had past and I felt like I was getting fat because most of my clothes didn't fit me anymore. I thought maybe I was eating too much and I was getting fat because my mother started staring at me every time she saw me, with anger in her eyes.

(5 months later...)

My stomach we extremely huge and I gained a lot of weight I was scared that I had been eating too much junk food. Since the day that I had been kidnapped I gained 12 pounds.

My mom had gotten up early today. I was watching t.v sitting down on the couch. Ever since my stomach started getting bigger I tried to hide it as good as possible and now there was nothing to hide it with. My mother yawned and had a bowl with milk in one hand and in the other hand she had a box of cereal. She looked at me and her mouth dropped open. She walked up to me angry and said,"Where the hell are you coming up with the idea of getting pregnant?!". I stared at my stomach and said "I'm sorry mother I was scared and I didn't know what to do, by the way, what does pregnant mean?" She helped me get up and then pushed me onto the ground and I landed face plant with my stomach taking all the weight. My stomach began hurting really bad and I asked her for help but she refused and left walking into her room slamming the door behind her.

"Don't ever bring the ugly creature that you end up having into this house!".

I then knew what "pregnant" meant.

I walked out of the house in pain and went to my neighbors house, Mrs.Frowski. She answered the door and saw me with my hand on my stomach. I asked her if she could take me to the hospital and she went back into her house and got her keys. She helped me into the car and we were on our way. I could tell she looked a bit nervous while we were driving. Just thinking, how can someone so young be "pregnant"?-- just how?

When we got to the hospital we were sent right away to emergency care.

They took me into another room where a lot of doctors were gathered and they said I was going into "labor", whatever that meant.

They put me to sleep, and that all I could remember.

When I got up I lost some of the "stomach fat" that I had before. The doctor came in and said I had given birth to a baby girl and baby boy but the baby boy was born dead due to the fall my mother had caused. The baby girl was in great health conditions.

My neighbor walked in and was kind of dissapointed. She asked me how I had gotten pregnant at an age of almost 11.