I chew the inside of my cheek, my body screaming for mercy. I can do this. I can do this. I. Can. Do. It.
Huddled in the corner of the dark, smelly locker room I am in complete agony. After many deep shaky breaths and pushing, it slips out. My blood splatters on the ground and a piercing scream echoes around the room. Wriggling in my hands is a pink faced, button nosed, bawling baby. I blink back tears as I think back to the day nine whole months ago when it was me and Tobias, drunk, irresponsible teenagers, messing around in bed. Later on in the week I saw him snogging Lindsay Parker's face off. Grinning as I remember slapping them both in the face. The result of that drunken night at my party is this, a shrieking bundle of flesh in my arms. Suddenly, my mind flashs back to the vision; with that my expression changes from wonder and proudness to disgust. I literally have to force myself not to drop the damn thing on the floor. I clean up my blood-stained legs, fiercely hack at the cord connecting us with sewing scissors and messily swaddle the baby in my jumper. My eyes full of hatred for my baby and its cheating father. I take a quick glance about the room and stop as my eyes rest on a rusty coin on the ground. A penny, Penny Jeffery. Sounds alright I say in my head, and with that I scurry out the door leaving all the signs of childbirth behind.
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Hard life (editing)
Teen FictionPenny thinks it's time to stand up to her abusive, uncaring mother; after being mistreated for 16 years. She is finally able to feel free. But where will her new life take her?
