It's positive I'm pregnant oh God what am I going to do. I don't know how to take care of a child. Deep breaths Jayla. We can do this. I packed everything up pushed the box way down in the trash and unrolled some toilet paper to hide it. I pulled myself together and walked out. My aunt Julie is standing at the door.
" Well?" She said looking almost happy. What is wrong with this woman.
" Positive" was all I said and walked I to the room Mama slept in since I slept on the couch and everyone was still up.
"Jayla, it's gonna be ok." She said rubbing my back.
" How is it going to be ok? Nothing is ok. I'm sixteen years old. I can't take care of a baby." I said
"Calm down Jayla you don't know for sure yet. And your not alone. Jake seems like a nice guy I'm sure he will do the right thing. As a matter of fact he called while you were in the shower. Mama told him you've been sick. He asked for you to call him when you got out." She said and I rolled my eyes.
For me to be all those horrible things he called me he sure don't want to let me go. He's been calling over and over again even though I either tell him not to call back and hang up or just don't answer. Aunt Julie gets up to go back to the living room. " I'm not saying anything to anyone it's not my business." She said and and walked out of the room shutting the door behind her. I lay there and cry into the pillow for a few minutes.
Mama always said it's OK to fall once in a while but then you have to grab yourself by the bootstrap and pull yourself back up.
So I got up and took the first step of the rest of my life. I walked out picked up the phone and went out on the porch. I dialed the one number I thought I'd never call again.
"Hello" his voice comes through the phone.
" Hello Jack. you been calling me. Why?" I asked
" I need to talk to you. I need to explain what happened and why I acted the way I did." He said pleading with me.
" Fine talk but I don't think there is anything you can say to make what you did OK or make me want to forgive you. I still have a burn almost three months later that hasn't healed." I told him
" Oh my God Jayla I'm so sorry. I don't even know what I did. Dad said you had marks on your neck when he busted my door. All I know is to tell you. I went to Lonnie's house to get weed but he didn't have any. He did have crack he told me I'd like it better. So I bought it and every chance I got I smoked it but I will never touch it again. I promise Jayla. Please believe me." He begged.
My mind is running a thousand miles a second. I didn't know what to think or believe. I know drugs change people. Hell alcohol changed people. I know I thought I loved him. I thought he loved me and it was like he changed overnight. Maybe that was what caused it. Could I trust him not to hurt me again. What if I am pregnant. How would I raise a child without their dad. I didn't want my kids to grow up like we did without Jona.
" Look I will give you a chance this is your last chance. If you try to hurt me I will kill you myself. You will come here to see me. I'm not going to your house." I said praying I wasn't making a mistake but I had to try for the baby I may be carrying.
" OK Jayla whatever you want I promise I'll never hurt you again. Thank you for believing in me. Your Mama said you've been sick what's wrong? He asked me sounding sincere.
" It's nothing I'm going to the doctor later this week." I told him not wanting to give anything away until I was sure I could trust him.
" OK well let me know how it goes. Will you call me tomorrow?" He asked
" Sure." I said and hung up the phone.
As I'm walking back inside the phone rings I look at the caller ID and see it's Jess.
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Jayla (My Story)
No FicciónThis is a story of the tests of life and faith. Even before she was born life had it in for Jayla. Death, cancer and divorce are just some of the battles she would face as a small child. Then as a teen her life turned into a nightmare. As Jayla live...
