It's a never ending story

The untold truth.

I was a troubled child since day one. Nobody knew my life would end up the way it is today, walking down the aisle with the person I never thought I would see myself with. Harold Edward Styles. My life changed dramitcally when I moved with my grandmother and younger sister 3,000 miles away from home. My mother had just left to mexico with her husband, my sisters father. We moved to Los Angeles looking for a new start. I didn't want my past finding me here. I was 3 months pregnant at the time. I was 18 at the time, having a kid at this age wasn't in my plans. I thought college first, medical school then kids after marriage of course. I let the person I thought that loved me more than anything in this world get me pregnant, how stupid and childish I was. When I was younger I was always getting into trouble, I had perfect grades but always got into trouble and the reason was is because someone always brought up my father. The name of this dead beat is Sergio, he and my mother got divorce when I  was 3 years old, after I caught him hooking up with our upstairs neighbor; my mothers bestfriend. My mother after that was very diffrent, she dated for a while but she found the man she is with now when I was 6 they got married when I was 7 and since then hes been my stepfather. My sister was born when I was 12 years old, my best friend. I love that little girl to the moon and back, its sad that I failed her as an older sister, since I am the example. Well enough of my sob story. 

*Lady over the intercom on the plane* " Ladies and Gentelmen we will be landing in LAX in just a couple minutes, please buckle up and enjoy the rest our your flight."

"Wuela, did we really have to move all the way from Chicago to Los Angeles?" Sherlinn my little sister asks. "Sherlinn, your sister, you and I need a fresh start. Away from all the madness okay? Maybe after the baby is born we can move back but now. This is your new home." Wuela says looking out the airplane window.

As we exit the airplane, I start to feel super nauseous and I run to find a bathroom, this pregnancy is so hard for me since Im still just a kid and dont know what to do. I find the closest bathroom and do my buisness. The moment I walk out I feel like throwing up all over again, and this time it's not the pregnancy. Something worst. My past.