"You got a fast car We go cruising to entertain ourselves You still ain't got a job I work in a market as a checkout girl I know things will get better You'll find work and I'll get promoted We'll move out of the shelter Buy a bigger house and live in the suburbs....."
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~~~~Mariah's POV~~~~
"Damn it, Mariah!! You're always being so afraid of every fucking thing! I'm trying to be good and marry you, and you're turning it down? You're a fucking idiot!!" Noah screamed at me. He had just proposed to me, but I said no because being married was the least of my issues....besides, he and I needed to worry about getting out of the shelter and being financially stable enough for Marisol. Plus, I had something else that was really weighing on my mind.
"N-noah, I j-just don't think we n-need to worry about being married right n-now." I stuttered.
"What?! Is it because I can't get you a ring?! What is it, Mariah?!?!" Noah angrily shouted, roughly grabbing me by the forearm.
"N-noah, I-"
"You're what?!?! You're sorry?! Damn it, you can spend years being loyal to your daddy after he diddled you, but you can't commit to me?!?!"
"Hey, don't you dare bring my father up in this!! That was different!" I argued.
"Different, huh? Gee, Mariah, I'm starting to think that you enjoyed being your father's little sex toy! He got into your panties more than I do!!" Noah spat. I was so angry at what he said to me that I slapped him as hard as I could. However, I soon realized that it was a poor decision on my part because he punched me square in the face, knocking me off of my feet. I thought that would be the end of that, but then I felt myself being dragged by my hair and into the wall.
"NOAH!! STOP!!!" I screamed, but he kept on and kicked me in the stomach.
"NOAH, DON'T DO THAT! YOU'RE GONNA HURT THE BABY!!" I cried, making him stop.
"Wh-what?"
"I-I'm pregnant....I-I found out about 3 w-weeks ago, but I-I didn't know h-how to tell you." I sobbed. I curled up into fetal position on the floor, and Noah came and tried to hold me but I scooted away.
"Mariah....."
"N-no.....leave me alone." I cried. I picked myself up, noticing that the others in the shelter were staring then I went over to to Marisol, who was sitting on the bed covering her ears and facing away from me and her father.
"Mari, baby....." I said, tapping her shoulder. She slowly turned around with tears streaming down her face, then she started to sob once she saw my face. (A/N: Marisol, aged 7)
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