We Both Fucked Up

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Brianna

Opening the door, Chris walked in behind me and I showed him where the bathroom was. I kicked my heels off and made sure Chris was in the bathroom. Once I confirmed that he was in there, I sat on the couch and let out all the tears that I've been holding in. I hated everything that happened in my life. The things that I've been through in the twenty one years of my life. I don't know how I'm still here.

I sat on top of the edge of the tub holding onto the pregnancy test. Positive. Positive. Positive. That's what all ran through my head. I was just fourteen years old, there is absolutely no way I could be pregnant. I took in a deep breath and closed my eyes as I ran my hair through my curls.

I didn't want to have child from my rapist. I don't even know how I am gonna tell my mother. She probably wouldn't even care. I tossed the pregnancy test in the trash bin and walked back into my room. I put my head on my hands as the tears dropped from my eyes. I laid on the bed and looked at the ceiling until I made myself fall asleep.

About a few hours later my mom busted open the door. "Brianna what the fuck is this?" She said holding up a pregnancy test. I sat up and rubbed my eyes and squinted at what she was holding. "Ma.."

"Yo' thot ass is pregnant huh?"

"It was by Marcus!"

"You a lying hoe, he used a condom everytime. You out running 'round sleeping with everybody?" She walked closer to me. "I ain't gon' be taking care of ya' kids." She told me before throwing the pregnancy test my way.

You don't even take care of your own kids I thought to myself.

"So now you quiet? What chu' gon do?"

"I'ma keep it."

"Then you gon' give that shit up for adoption, cause you ain't having no kids." With that said she left the room before slamming it closed.

"You think I didn't see you leave wit' Chris? Why y'all left together?" Derek said walking into the living room.

I quickly wiped the tears away before picking up my head. "Because he wanted too."

"You slick talking me?"

Chris walked out from the bathroom, "Glooks, I'm about to b-"

"Why the fuck you here fam?" Derek pulled up his pants and inched closer to Chris.

"Yo chill out bro, I was tryna use the bathroom."

"Nah bro, You know you was tryna fuck my girl. Get the fuck out."

"Derek you gonna need to chill out because we didn't even do nothing." I told him getting up.

"You can get the fuck outta here too."

"Then don't be tryna stalk my ass." With that I got up from the couch and left the house. I didn't give a shit about the things I left at his house. He can keep it and give it to his next bitch.

It was probably one in the morning and I had no where to go. But I had my debit card so I was just gonna book a hotel for the night. I was standing on the side of the street to catch a taxi, but a few moments later Chris walked out from the house and stood besides me. I looked up at him and he had a busted lip, his knuckles were swollen and, his shirt was slightly ripped open.

I didn't say anything, It was obvious that they both just fought. I just continued to hold my hand out but there was no cars driving by. "Yo C'mon let's go." Chris said obviously irritated. "I'm good." I said. He sighed before grabbing my arm and putting me inside the passenger side.