La Vida Loca

Ch.3 My Life Be Like

GIA'S POV.

After my brother showed up at my office he went to my house to see my mom. When I went home he was still there.

She must've completely forgot he up an left for 4 years and barely even contacted us cause she looked like the happiest she's been in years.

It kind of hurt my feelings in a way.

After Manny left it seems like my whole family just went downhill. And it was like that for a year or so.

Our gang was experiencing SO many problems especially with the Feds that they all just disappeared. We had to lay low for a while.

My mom got into hardcore drugs with Jose. She just spiraled down. One night him and her were fighting so bad someone called the cops.

They went to jail and I went into foster care. My family wasn't able to take me in because like I said they were laying low.

The last thing any of them needed was to get caught up in the system.

So I was on my own. I went from foster home to foster home. I hated it. I was completely alone. I had no one.

After about 6 months they gave me back to my mom. But I still wasn't happy.

She wasn't doing drug anymore but she was still with Jose. And Jose continued to drink. And do drugs.

It caused constant and daily fights. I could NOT stand it anymore.

So I ran away with my boyfriend at the time.

Sometimes we stayed at his house and sometimes in a motel.

I was gone for a month.

And while I was gone, I got pregnant. I was 14 years old, and the dad was 16. And I was pregnant.

I was scared and didn't want to be pregnant. But I accepted, the father accepted it, we loved each other and our baby.

So he convinced me I should go home. Tell my mom. So I did.

She wasn't happy. She was furious.

She had Manny when she was 16. And she didn't want the same to happen to me. Especially at an even younger age.

She was okay with me having it, but she was angry at me. I felt the hate. Plus, she said I had to move in with my baby daddy before it was born.

My stomach grew bigger. At 4 months, I found out it was girl. I was gonna have a daughter.

We named her Jaylah Rae Alvarado. That was her dad's last name. He deserved it. We were young.

But he was there for me.

About a week after I found out it was a girl, I had a miscarriage. She was weak and sick they said. She wasn't compatible with life.

I was so torn apart. So was my ex. My mom never comforted me. She told me sorry and it would be okay but that was it.

I cried for days. I just wanted my baby.

Eventually me and Jaylah's dad broke up. And just drifted apart. It wasn't cause of the miscarriage though. We just drifted.

Ever since I got pregnant and ran away my mom treated me different.

She doesn't love me the same.

That's where some of my hate for Manny comes from. He wasn't there for me.

He doesn't even have any idea that I was pregnant.