All These Years....

2.

Mya's POV
   I walked back into my room, wiping the slight sweat that seemed to form on my forehead from the small walk to my room.
  
   Being pregnant is definitely not easy. Especially at an age like me. I never dreamed of being pregnant at 18. But, one thing led to another and here I am.

   It all started at a party one of my old best friends had thrown. Her name was Cynthia and we thought it was a great idea to throw a party before our senior year was over.

   It was supposed to be a simple party, filled with people we all knew. But, the people we knew all knew different people, so those people showed up to the party. I spent most of the night with Cynthia and Emma until a boy came up to me.

Flashback
"Hey. I'm Jake. You uh...wanna dance?" He asked with a slight smirk. I laughed slightly, taken aback my this random boy asking me to dance. But I accepted as he led me to the dance floor.

   Drinks were poured, and of course I drank. I didn't remember most of that night. Other then the dancing and me being led up into and empty room.

   I woke up the next morning in a bed I didn't recognize under a blanket. I got out of bed, only dressed in my undergarments and looked outside realizing that I was in Cynthia's house.

   I quickly pulled on my outfit from last night and ran down the stairs to see Emma passed out on the couch. I shook her awake and she quickly got up and we exited the house.

   Everything went normal for the first two days. Then things started to happen. Every morning from then on I woke up to running to the toilet and throwing up.

   "Mya are you sure you don't want me to take you to the hospital?" Emma asked worriedly. "No..no. I'm fine." I huffed. I sat up from the toilet only for me to drop back down and throw up once again. I rolled over and leaned my back against the bathtub, closing my eyes. "Im gonna run to the store to grab you something. I will be right back" Emma said as she got up and ran out the door. I leaned my head down into my lap and fell asleep. I woke up to hearing a rumbling of a bag. I lifted my head up to see Emma in front of me holding a box up to my face. "Emma! Are you for real! I'm not pregnant!" I screeched, pushing the box back. "Mya please. Just try." She said. I sighed, standing up and grabbing the box from her. She smiled and walked out. "10 minutes!" She yelled through the closed door. I nodded even though I knew she couldn't see me and I did what I had to do.
1,000 thoughts rushed through my head as I looked down at the pregnancy  test. I ran my hands through my hair as I walked out of the door. Emma stood up from the bed when she saw the look on my face. I bursted in tears as Emma ran up and held me from falling to the ground. "I-I'm p-p-pregnant." I stammered. "I know. I know" she said.

   I rubbed my growing stomach as I sat down on my bed. The day I moved out of my house and moved in with Emma and Alyssa was the best day of my life. I couldn't live with my parents. Not after what they said.

   "Your what!!" My dad shouted, standing up from his chair. "I'm...I'm pregnant." I whispered. My mom sat there in shock as she looks up at my dad. "Your pregnant!! Are you joking!! I didn't raise you this way!! You are so stupid!!" He yelled. I sat there in shock, the words hitting me hard. "You can't live here anymore. I will not allow it. If you want to stay. You must get an abortion." He exclaimed. I gasped. "Are you kidding dad! You want me to kill it!" I yelled as I stood up from my chair. He stood still not moving or saying a thing. "Then I guess I must get going." I said plainly as I walked out the door.

   I knew that I didn't make a mistake when I walked out that door. I know this baby is gonna bring me so much happiness.

    "I'm gonna love you forever." I whispered to my stomach,"and I'm gonna find you a dad that loves you just as much as I do."