In the morning I was awoken by the sweet smell of breakfast, Nanna was up cooking, of course. I propped my self up on my elbows, I couldn't help but to smile at Brandon, he was just so cute. Sadly, I couldn't stay in the Windy city forever, we were leaving today. I hopped in the shower, still exhausted from the previous night.
After my shower, Brandon got in while I got dressed. Just simple today cause were going to be in the car again, so I just wore sweatpants and a t-shirt. I ran downstairs to see Imanie sitting on the couch, watching SpongeBob - So childish. I sat down next to her and slapped her leg, she looked at me and made a weird face then she laughed.
"What?" I asked.
"I heard y'all last night, ya nasty. You glad Nanna can't hear cause you know you woulda got ya ass beat--" She laughed.
I hushed her and pointed to Brandon coming down the stairs, she laughed some more. Nanna called us all for breakfast and we raced to the table. She made eggs, bacon, sausage and pancakes, it was delicious.
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We said our tearful goodbyes and we were on our way, I can't wait 'till I see her and Nanna again. Today was Friday, so we should be back home by Sunday if Brandon doesn't have any more 'surprises'. The drive was easy and quick, we stopped from time to time to shop and change, but we got home quickly. We were back by Sunday morning, right before my dad came home.
Brandon and I were sitting on the couch, watching TV together, when my dad walked in the door. Brandon was still, he didn't know what to do. My dad walked over to the couch and kissed my cheek, he looked at Brandon, waiting for him to say something. I elbowed Brandon, he stood up and cleared his throat.
"Hello Sir. My name is Brandon Porter." He held his hand out to shake my dads hand.
He smiled and shook his hand, a smile creeped up on Brandon's face. I smiled at the two of them getting along. A tall light-skin woman walked through the front door, in a suit. She looked young but old at the same time, her black hair was in a tight bun, and she had a pair of glasses on her face. She smiled when she seen me.
"Is this her?" She asked my father.
"Yes, Tiffany this is my daughter Jordan. Jordan this is Tiffany." My father answered.
"I've heard so much about you, you're even more beautiful then your father explained." She smiled.
I fake smiled, who is this woman coming in our house, like she's someone. Nah, you're dismissed. I grabbed Brandon's hand and led him upstairs to my room, I was pissed to be honest. How could my father replace my mother like that?
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We were finally back to school, we had a little two week break. Brandon walked through the school halls hand-in-hand, I could feel everyone's eyes burning a hole though us. Brandon and Andre met up, I feel like they haven't seen each other in years, well since the stuff with their stepfather. They hugged, Andre got a little teary-eyed.
"Man, were have you been? Moms been worried about you, we got away from that nigga, were in an apartment right now just until graduation." Andre said.
"Good, good. How's my little babies?" He asked referring to his three younger sisters.
"They're fine, they miss you so much, B. When are you going to come see us?"
I smiled as they caught up, but something just didn't feel right. I felt sick, I held my stomach as I could feel my food begin to come up, it was in my throat now, I ran to the nearest trash can and let it all out. Brandon came over and held my hair back, he rubbed my back.
"Jordan what's wrong, are you sick?" He asked.
"I don't feel sick--" More came out as I tried to talk, I whipped my mouth.
"How long has this been happening?"
"Like the past three days."
"You don't think you're pregnant, do you?"
I froze, pregnant? I'm only sixteen, no. I can't be, I'm just sick...
