I stare down at the test in my hand, positive a positive pregnancy test. When did I ever become so stupid to be pregnant at 17. With no place to live and the baby's father out of my life. The douch bag was only using me as a way to cart around his drugs and to beat on. My family both birth and chosen both in space at the moment doing tours with the coalition. I was left in the care of Iverson and his wife to continue schooling. But that went south after my boyfriend basically forced me out of the house making them think I hated them. Then he forced me to drop out to cart his drugs. At the time i was just 16. Now here I am just 17 sitting on the floor of a convenient store restroom holding a positive pregnancy test.
It's to late to fix thing, there's no way to get my life back together now. I can't give this baby up, though it's daddy is a total scumbag. I rest my hand on my stomach and stand up. Guess I can only try and pick up some of the peices. Pulling the hood of my hoody over my head to hide my still healing bruises and walking out waving to the cashier George goodbye.
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It's been 3 months since I found out I was pregnant and I am about 4 months in and there's now a prominent baby bump showing. Lots of people stop by the park bench where I sit strumming my guitar and singing. They stand listening before leaving money and going on there hand. One day as I sang a familiar alien walked up to me. I stoped and said
"Riner??"
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She used to be mine
FanfictionWhere did that girl from before go. The girl who could take down whole army's of galra. Simply by typing a code. The one that wouldn't bow down to a man who thought he could rule her. The one who fought for her family to reunited. When did she slip...
