I wake up remembering what happened a week ago and how horrible it was. What would've happened if my baby died? Would I take him to jail or would I kill that son of a bitch?
Definitely the ladder.
I get up and take a shower then I stare at my face. I have bruises here and there. Nothing I'm not used to.
I head into my room and remember that Marcel also didn't want me just because of my age. That's stupid as hell.
But I have to get over it.
Today I have to tell somebody before it gets too bad. I put on some shorts, with a shirt, and some running shoes. I grab my bag and put my essentials in there. I head outside and start my morning walk.
An hour later I'm breathing hard as hell like my ass is about to die from thirst. I continue walking back to my house I'm about 20 minutes away and I see this man walking a pit bull. Let me tell you something that nigga cute ass hell.
By the way, I was talking about the dog.
I walk up to them slow ass hell, my ass is not about to get bit.
"Hi." I say.
"Wassup."
"Can I pet him?"
"Sure."
I bend down and pet him and he starts licking the hell out of my hand.
"He's cute. What's his name?"
"Bandit."
"Awe okay. Well, thanks."
"No problem shorty."
I walk away and continue on home. I finally get there and I'm hungry as hell so I make me some noodles and yes those ramen noodles, they good ass hell.
Once I get done eating. I head to the store to get a pregnancy test. I walk into CVS and find the right aisle.
"Damn these bitches high." I say looking at the prices.
I grab one and head to the checkout line. I wait behind an old man with some flowers in his hands. Probably for his wife.
"Next!"
I walk up and purchase my items and head home. Once I get back I head to the bathroom and just stare at the package. What am I going to do if I'm pregnant?
I take it out of the package and pee on it and sit it on the counter. I walk away and clean the dishes contemplating on my life and the decisions if made that got me here.
I walk back up to the bathroom. Staring at the leaning doom that could change my life. I walk towards it and I peek over and see that it has 2 lines.
I'm pregnant.
I can't believe it. How far a long am I? I can't do this. Wait I must be like 4 months a long. We had sex about 5 months ago.
I sit on the couch and eat while watching Riverdale, this shit is crazy, letting you know it's good I recommend it.
I finally finish and take another shower. Then I lay on my bed and check my notifications. Lamonte usually doesn't let me have any social media but I sneaked it of course. I don't listen to that man unless I have to.
I check Instagram and look at my page and see I haven't posted anything in a while so I get up and head to my mirror and take a body picture showing my small baby bump, it's cute by the way.
I lay in my bed wondering about my life.
Ring Ring Ring
Here we go again. I look at my phone and see it's Candice. Never mind thought it was somebody else.
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Breakin Me Lovin Me
RomanceFayth, is a 19 year old college student, that lives with her abusive boyfriend. He's her world, rock, her fucking owner. He pays her tuition, bills, and puts clothes on her back. The downside to this all is the surprise. The surprise that will chan...
