The Girl Next Door

Chapter 11

(The next day)

Finally the weekend, I can finally take a break from all the shit that has been going on lately. I heard a knock coming from my front door. I opened it, their stood before me was Ryder. He walked in and said "What the hell is wrong with you? Why the fuck would you fucking tell her that." His voice started to rise, he started to yell at me "YOU HAD NO RIGHT TO TELL HER THAT!" A small little tear slowly slid down my cheek. I said "I did have a right, as your fucking baby mama." He chuckled and said "That doesn't mean shit to me." More tears were coming down my face. I said "I told her because... I... I still love you."

Quietness... No one said a word. Before I knew it, he leaned in closer to me and whispered "I still love you too." I smiled and leaned in even closer. Our lips touched. It wasn't a rough kiss but it was a very soft kiss. A kiss that changed my life for the better part of my life. The life that had changed forever.

We pulled away from each other and stared into each other's eyes. But the way we looked at each other had changed. We looked at each other like it was love at first sight. The feeling you get when you meet that one special person you know that would never leave your side no matter what happens. Doesn't matter if the person caused you pain in some way because that's truly love. That's how we felt. That's how we felt at this age.

He soon left after we kissed cause he had to break up with that whore. I laid in my bed, overthinking. Thinking of the past and all the fights that we had. Maybe getting back together would be a bad thing, but I also miss him. I miss him so much that it hurts my heart. I love him so much.

(1 month later)

Ryder and I are finally back. Things are much better now than they were before. Ryder and I were watching tv at his place. I started to feel a sharp pain, my vision started to get blurry, at that moment I felt like fainting. Ryder brought me to the hospital.

(30 minutes later)

I laid in the hospital bed, thinking. They were running test to see if the baby was alright. I had a bad feeling but I can never be too sure. The doctor came into the room. He said "Miss.Thompson I am so deeply sorry but you loss the baby. It was a miscarriage." Tears were streaming down my face. I honestly didn't know how to take this news. A lot of shit had been happening lately. Now I lost my fucking baby. I couldn't stop the tears anymore. More and more tears kept streaming down my face. I was more than heartbroken, I was shattered into a million pieces.

It was almost like I was paralyzed. I could barely sleep or move. Losing a baby is probably the hardest thing a person could possibly deal with.

(2 weeks later)

We had a nice little funeral for the baby I lost. I his name was James Daniel. The funeral was nice and small. I haven't gotten up from my bed in days, I sleep all day. I just basically give up on everything. I dropped out of school, I just can't deal living anymore. Life causes people pain and I'm sick of dealing with all of that pain.

I couldn't even change a thing. Everything happens for a reason, that's the problem.