The Gang Leader's Desire

(Flashback) Homeless, Alone, and Pregnant

This is not part of the story, it just gives you a background on how Alia got into the streets. It's short and not essential.

"Mark," I paused "I'm scared." I say breathing heavily in the fogged up car window. "We didn't use protection... what if I get pregnant?" I start to shake uncontrollably. Not only because of the fact that I could be pregnant, but also because I had just given up my virginity to a man who: 1 I did not love, 2 been with for only three months, and 3 was not a virgin.

"Baby it's okay, we're gonna be fine. Let's go to a gas station next week to check, okay? Your not pregnant everything is fine." But I could hear a hint of worry in his voice.

What would I tell my parents. They were all for Jesus. I knew they loved me but they would be devastated if they found out I was pregnant. My step father was very kind but he would never replace my real dad. My mom on the other hand, she had a little obsession with making sure I was perfect, all the time.

So the next week, Mark brought me to the drug store and bought me a pregnancy test. I made him get the test while I waited in the car because I was to embarrassed. We went to his house and I took the test.

The ten minuets waiting for the results were absolute hell. We wanted to make sure that the test was right so he bought three.

Finally when the timer on my phone rang I started to cry. I didn't want to look. I was so scared. Shaking like an earthquake hit his house. I lay in his arms and sobbed for another ten minutes before I finally calmed down and we got up to look at the tests. I couldn't walk so he carried me.

On the way up the steps he said.

"I have a deal for you."

I looked at him questioningly.

"If your pregnant your pregnant... but if your not pregnant we have protected sex as a celebration." I laughed at him and nodded. As scared as I was now, I wanted to have sex with him again.

We walked the rest of the steps and into the bathroom where all three tests lay on the sink.

"Ready?" He asked.

"Ready" I said.

We walked in.

And let me just say, We did not have sex that night...

I ended up procrastinating telling my mom.

Mark had given me some money and said to go to planned parenthood. But if I knew one thing since the second I decided to have sex with him, it was that I would never abort my child.

I told my mom on a day she was in a particularly happy mood. I had no idea why. But I decided to tell her along with crying so she might feel empathetic for me.

She ended up literally throwing my stuff into the street with 10 bucks and a box of goldfish.

I left

And that was that.

I was now homeless, alone, and pregnant.