Love + Abuse

Love + Abuse Chapter 1

Chapter 1

I bent my head down slowly and peered at the white stick in my hands. "What have i done?" Was the only question i could bring to ask myself at that precise moment. A slow, salty tear dripped down my face and onto my cold, blue and white tiled bathroom floor. Ali had always told me he wanted to have my babies, but would he feel the same way once i told him the news?

I got up slowly from the toilet seat and walked out the room with the stick still in my hands. As I went into my bedroom, I paced over to the mirror and lifted up my tight top. My used to be flat stomach was now a bit more round and a little lump was showing where my unborn baby was. 16 and pregnant? My friends and people at school would probably think I was a slut but it's nothing like that, me and Ali love each other....what would Ali think? I've known him since we were 11 years old, would he deny our child? Would he accuse me of cheating like those lowlife's on the maury show? So many negative thoughts were running through my aching head as I felt my legs collapse beneath me and found myself resting my head in between my knees. I searched the floor, looking for my phone and dialled Ali's number. 5 rings went by and as I was about to hang up, someone answered. But it wasn't Ali.

"Hello?" It was a soft voice. A girl. I could hear loud music thumping in the background and people shouting over one another, trying to be heard. I felt speechless who was this girl picking up MY mans phone and why was Ali at a shubz instead of being home with me?

"Helloooo?" The girl repeated again.

"Hello? Yeah, er..can I speak to Ali please?" I felt sick with envy and worry.

"Who is this?" The girl started to ask.

"Just give the bludclartt phone to Ali!" This girl was getting me pissed, and I didn't even know her.

She tried to beg kissing her teeth but it failed, she thought I couldn't hear. She said something to someone and they grumbled then came on the line.

"Hello?" I could recognise Ali's deep and husky voice anywhere, but it sounded slurred as if he was...

"Ali? It's me what the hell. Are you drunk?!"

"Ohh.Yooo baby what's up? Nah nah I ain't dru...nk just having a good tim..m..e init?" Thoughts came rushing into my head. I was dreading him coming home, who knew what his mood would be like? Me and Ali had ran away from our homes last year to be together and were recently living in a flat we paid for.

"Ali...when are you coming home?

"In like a...a...erm an hour. Yeah an hour. ha-ha." I felt scared and sick, a repeat of the last times couldn't happen. I was pregnant this time.

"OK. And who was that bitch that just answered your damn phone?" I was suddenly feeling brave but Ali always managed to put me back in my place somehow.

"Nahh...Don't even THINK about going brave on me yeah before i buss up your f***ing lip again you hear me?!"

"Yeah..yeah I'm sorry baby it won't happen again." I knew I was gonna get it when he came back home, and had to keep him as calm as possible.

"Good!" And he locked off. Ali hadn't always been like this, he was the sweet boy before he started hanging around with olders. Me and Ali connected straight from when he came through the doors of my year 6 class, all the girls fancied him...except me. I threw my phone to the side, wishing I could throw Ali away in the same way but I knew that was impossible. He would find me if I ran away...he knew people. I loved him anyways and was now carrying his child.

What would I tell him? How could I tell him? I lay down on my bed, cuddling my fluffy blue pillow and reminisced on the day me and Ali first got together..