Abortion

f o u r

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it's one in the morning.

Waking up in Michael's bed was a feeling 

I never knew I would miss. When you wake up, 

you're either next to someone, or you're not.

To me, it was hard waking up alone. I walked out of

Michael's room into his shared town-house. His

best friend, who also lived here, Luke Hemmings stood

in the kitchen.

"Aye mama." He smirked and I rolled my eyes.

"Hi, uh, where's Michael? It's nearly noon." I yawned, while taking

the orange juice out of the fridge, I look down to my

current attire, sweatpants, and baggy shirt,

and a messy bun, barefoot, of course. I drank

straight from the carton, something

Michael would normally yell at me because of.

"Uh." Luke drug out the word and ran out of the kitchen.

I removed the carton from my lips and scratched my

forehead. 

"Lucas! Where is my baby daddy?" I laughed.

"Right here, gorgeous." Michael's voice shined through

and I looked to where he entered the house.

"Where were you?" I asked and he pulled

a bouquet of flowers out from behind his back. I set the 

orange juice on the counter and took the flowers from him.

"Well, that's a secret." He smirked and I filled a vase with water.

"I'm fourth months." I said, placing the flowers in the vase.

"Five more months until I hold- we have to pick out a name!"

He gasped and I laughed.

"Babe, we have four months before we need to worry about a name."

He shook his head in laughter.

"I got a part time job." I whispered, and his eyes locked with mine after

I finished putting the kettle on the stove.

"Grace, I didn't mean the shit about picking up slack

the other day." He said, putting his hand on the counter.

"You were right though, what type of mother

doesn't support for their own family?" I asked and 

he rubbed his face.

"Where are you working?" He asked.

"I'm going to work at the jail." I muttered.

"A jail? Are you insane?" He screamed, I saw Luke in

the corner of my eye watching us.

"No, as a maid. It has really good pay. $600 a week.

That means $100 a day." I said and he gruffed.

"How many hours a day?" He asked.

"Seven." I crossed my arms over my chest.

"You're fucking insane!' Luke screamed from the table.

"He's right, jails are creepy as fuck." 

The kettle began whistling.