Baby momma

Chapter 1

"Mom, I don't know what to do! Please, I'm begging you, it was an accident!" Tears roll down my face as I beg my own mom to help me.

Still she looks at me with anger and disgust, her face red with temper as she hastily tosses my bedroom into black rubbish bags. After trying to stop her more than once I knew it was useless, this is happening.

"You knew what to do when you got yourself into this fucking mess. That THING inside you will ruin your life, and when it does don't come back here." She gives me the dirtiest glare I'd ever seen, tossing a large bag at me.

It smacks me roughly and I fumble to catch it, my throat closing as another sob threatens to shake my body. It becomes almost painful as I try my best to hold it back.

"Please, I'm begging you. I'll get a job, I'll-I'll do house work, I won't ask you for anything! Please just let me stay, I need yo- no! Mom!" I panick as she grabs my wrist, and I try to pull away from her.

She digs her claw like nails deeper into my skin making me yelp slightly. She forcefully drags me from my room, my father and brother watching in silence. I cried and begged them, all of them, to let me stay.

Whack!

Pains tings my cheek, and my eyes water. My head snapping to the side the second her palm collided with my wet tearful skin. Instantly I fall silent.

"You are no longer a part of this family. You're a disgusting little slut! Now get the fuck out before you embarrass yourself further." Her words tore a piece of my heart open that I'm not sure would ever heal again.

She spat at them like even speaking to me is poison to her.

Defeated, broken, alone and now homeless, I grab the three bags full of my belongings, leaving everything else behind. Sliding on my sliders I quickly walk out of the house, before she pushes me out. The cold harsh rain lashing down on me, almost instantly soaking me through.

The sound of the front door slamming shut behind me will forever be engraved in my memory.

Carrying the heavy weight of the bags I wrap my arms around myself and begin walking down the empty street. Not caring that I'm crying my eyes out in public.

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Finding shelter in a train station for the night I head into the bathroom and change into some dry clothes, tossing the soaking ones into one of the bags.

My hair drips with droplets of rainwater as I squeeze it out over the sink. My entire body numb with the cold. In only jeans, a thin jumper and a leather jacket I wasn't very warm. The slip on dolly shoes not keeping my toes warm in the slightest.

Thankfully my phone hadn't gotten wet.

"Hello?"

"H-hey it's me." My voice quivers slightly, my lips probably blue despite feeling warmer now than ten minutes ago.

"Oh..Elodie, hey." Sarah's voice falls slightly upon realising who it is, which instantly makes my heart fall slightly.

"I um..I know this is a lot to ask, but I-i was wondering if maybe I can stay at yours? It won't be for long I promise, I just really ne-"

"Elodie..I'm sorry but you can't, you know my parents won't allow people to stay." She cuts off my begging, her tone apologetic. And as always I believe her.

"Ok, yeah, I get it. Um..Call me whenever you're free?" I gulp down the feeling of dread, and wrap my arms tighter around myself while bringing my knees up to my chest.

"Yeah, I'll call you. Cya!" Her chirpy voice ends as she quickly ends the call before I can even say bye.

Sighing heavily with defeat, I ring my only other friend. I'm not very popular at school, I'm quiet most of the time and don't really bother with anyone besides Sarah and Mitch.

Luckily my contract hasn't been cut off yet. Moms probably forgot about that.

After calling Mitch and having him tell me that his Dad is too strict, I knew it was hopeless. So I had to think of something else, and quick. I can't live outside.

So I began googling helplines for homeless teenagers. Only to stop when I realised that they wouldn't help me, they'd send me to a foster family or put me in care. I don't want that.

Deciding to do it in the morning, I curl up in the corner of the public bathroom and rest my head on one of the bags. Closing my sore eyes, imagining everything is just a dream and I'll be back in my bed when I wake up.