"Ring Ring!"
My alarm clock woke me up demanding me to face another day in this hell hole. I picked my phone and of course he didnt call. Or text. Or email. Or anything. Damn. Still half asleep, I climbed out of my bed and walked to the shower. As I got undressed my eyes naturally gravitated towards my slightly protruding stomach.
"Mommy will always love you" I whispered lovingly as I rubbed my belly. Then I turned on the shower and got in. As the warm water beated rhythmically on my skin I started to think about my short life and how I dealt with it so far.
My name is Danyelle Anderson. I am fifteen years old. I am six months pregnant. I am pregnant. I. Am. Pregnant. It's still hard for me to believe even when this baby has been growing inside of me for the last three months. With that thought tears began to fall down my face and mix with the steamy, soapy shower water. After a few moments I stepped out of the shower, put on my happy face, and got dressed. I started to walk down stairs and with every step I descended, the scent of bacon and eggs got stronger. Finally I reached the bottom only to see my mom eating a cheap Coney Island breakfast in the dark kitchen.
"Ma" I whispered softly and received no answer. Then I noticed the bottle of Jack sitting on the table.
"Momma." I stepped closer to my mother but it seemed as though she didn't hear me.
"Ma.." I said as I sat down across from her. She looked at me like I was a stranger and eased her hands towards the whiskey. But I was quicker.
I grabbed the bottle and screamed "Monica! I'm trying to get to school! It's six thirty in the morning why are you drinking?!" The anger rose in her and her face tensed and turned bright red. Then she picked up her breakfast and threw it at the wall barely missing my stomach.
"Bitch how dare you!" She screamed. "First you steal my man and now you steal my drink? I'm not taking your dumb ass anywhere...Get the hell out of my house." She demanded and pointed towards the door. Then she sat back down and cried.
So just like yesterday and probably just like tomorrow I took the two hour walk to school. I cried silently to myself, tears camouflaged by rain water, repeating "Mommy loves you, Mommy loves you." as cars sped by.
