Once Upon A Dream

Prologue

~~~~~~Prologue~~~~~~~~

The night I gave my self away to the man I loved was probably the biggest mistake of my entire life. I love him dearly and I only loved him. I’m a Christian girl. Born and raised in the church as my grandmother would say. But love got the best of me. At the time, Alex made me beyond happy. I used to write in my diary every night and tell myself that I would marry him. He always told me he loved me. He always told me how beautiful he thought I was. So therefore I felt like the luckiest girl alive. That was until I found out I was pregnant. He was there with me when I took the test and that made me feel a little better and a lot less anxious. But he was nervous: very nervous. He paced the entire time, mumbling to himself. “Alex, It’s…positive.” I said. Tears were trickling down my cheeks and on to the little white stick I held in my hands, telling me that I would be having a baby. “No it’s not! You’re going to take it again Ava!” He yelled. I jumped at the sudden hostility and trembled with fear. I’ve never witnessed him being angry. He always showed compassion and love and understanding. I had thought that either way this would go; I’d have him to love and support me. I took another test and waited again. I knew what the result would be. “Positive…” I whispered. He heard me though. He looked at me with furry and ripped the test out of my hand. He threw it to the floor and thrusts his finger in my face. “Third times the charm, right? Take it again! You’re not pregnant!” He yelled. I was scared now and crying more than ever. I ran into the bathroom again and slammed the door. I slid onto the floor with my back to the door, listening to him curse about this momentous moment. I took the last test out of the box and stared at it. I didn’t want to take another one. I wanted to just cry and cry. I wanted to cry until my head hurt and I couldn’t speak. I wanted to throw this test at him and yell and scream. But I loved him so much. I took it again. I waited and waited. I paced and paced. I wet my face with cold water and sat on the toilet, waiting for a different answer. Finally, I thought. I knew that this was not the answer he wanted to see but this is what he was going to get. I opened the door to see him sitting on the bed. I gave him the test and he stared at it. “This is terrible! What am I going to do!? I can’t be a father Ava!” “But, you will be!” “No I’m not, you’re getting an abortion.” He said. He said it so calmly and said it like it was the only option. “No I’m not!” I screamed! He must not have known me for I’m a Christian and I am highly and strongly against abortion. “Do you want me or that!?” He screamed. I thought for a moment. I wanted him, more than ever. But ‘that’ wasn’t a ‘that’, this beautiful miracle inside of me was a baby, my baby, our baby! “I want this baby!” I yelled. “Well, that’s fine because I never loved you anyway. There’s no way I’m going to spend the rest of my life in some kind of prison like Keith and be married to a girl I don’t love and be a father! You’re on your own kid!” He yelled. He walked out of my room and was gone.  I dont know why they call it heartbreak. It seems as if every other part of my body is broken as well...Nothing hurts more when you realize that he meant everything to you, but you meant nothing to him.  I refuse to let the way our relationship ended to make me bitter. I still and most likely always will completely beleive in love and I'm open to anything that will happen to me. Yes, I loved him. But I will always have an open heart.