My father gave me the silent treatment. He didn't speak a word to me, while my mother made me healthier food and gave me tips on how to handle the whole situation. She shared some of her experiences and guided me through it. I never did end up telling my father who the father was or how it happened, but I do know he wanted nothing to do with me. He called me a slut once in a while and ignored me when I asked him for help. I wasn't living in my best right now but I knew I could get through it. I continued going to the same school where I was insulted and teased but I didn't mind. I did something wrong and now I need to pay the consequences. My best friends turned on me and told everyone how much of a slut I was. There were many rumors spread about me, I had no friends, I was lonely. Lay wasn't part of my life anymore, he moved onto another girl. It did upset me at first but I learned to get over it.
I was almost 7 months into the pregnancy. My belly was large and round. I still didn't know how I was going to get through it but I was. The time passed slowly and the criticism came quick. Everyone would look at me with a face of disgust and disappointment.
This was a daily thing until one day...
"IM GOING INTO LABOR HELP!!"
to be continued...
