My Only Sunshine

Adoption?

Bella 's POV*

Everyone says your parents are the ones that would do anything for you. Kill. Play. Lie. Cheat. Die. Anything. But I'm starting to think that's a lie, a stupid made up lie.

I thought it was true don't get me wrong but here I am, sitting at a bus stop a back pack on and a green suitcase at my side. My dad didn't come home at all last night, I got maybe an hour of sleep before I woke up crying and sobbing not able to go back to sleep.

The sky was dark and gloomy it was about to rain soon. I sigh laying back in my seat, my head pounding from no sleep, and my stomach growling like a animal, I didn't get the chance to eat something this morning.

Oh well, I called him, Daniel, the father. I found his number in my jacket pocket and I called. When he spoke I had this weird feeling like something inside of me moved. But he doesn't want me he just said no he didn't even let me tell him that I was pregnant. I called a couple more times but he didn't answer

I could feel tears ready to spill, but I wasn't going to cry over him I'm just moving on. If he doesn't want me then fine I'll do this all by myself.

I looked down at my stomach, I'm a lot bigger then last night which is kinda freaking me out, but I've never been pregnant before so maybe I'm just being dumb this must happen to all the pregnant women. Right?

Screeches of tires and the gross smell of exhaust knock me out of my thoughts, the bus pulls up in front of me. The doors swing open with a squeak. I drag my suitcase up the four narrow steps. A big plump man sits in the driver seat his face as red as a cherry, which made me stifle a laugh.

"What are you running from?" He asks with a amused snort.

Anger rushes through me at how rude he's being, making my checks burn red with anger.

"None of your business! Now is it?!" I growl angrily.

I shove some change in the plastic box in front of him before stomping to the back of the bus, not giving him a chance to say anything else.

Walking to the back I slid into a empty seat and put my suitcase next to me, on the floor and my back pack on the seat next to me.

The bus pulls off with a lurch making me grip the seat in front of me for balance. Letting out a huff I lean my head on the cold window letting my thoughts take over.

I can't keep them, I can't be a mother, not now, not at this age.

I would have said 'it' but it sounded wrong so I just used 'them'.

I have some cash but not enough to last that long.

I guess, I need a job.

Well I'll put them up for adoption,  someone who's ready for a baby will take good care of them. Right?

But then there is those movies were they stay in foster care and I can't do that to my baby.