NEVER2MUCH ; "Never Enough Sequel"

1 - Letter 2 U

Makayla Marie Sanders

Kason,

I know you don't want to hear from me and trust me, I hate that I'm even writing you to begin with. I'm trying to be responsible here. This situation hurts me deeply that from now on, you'll forever be apart of me. Yes, you read that correctly. We're expecting a child together. At first I had mixed feelings about this baby since its father is in jail for a very long time. I always thought I would be married and have my first kid by my husband but as you can see, life has other plans. The least I could do was share the news with you. Whether you're happy about it or not, you should know...because you're the father. From now on, our only conversations will be about our child. Not the past. Not our relationship. None of that. I'm going to raise them on my own with the help of my mother and continue to attend college. I don't want to reflect on anything that happened between us. I just want to move forward and give this baby the best life.

- Kayla

I honestly don't know what else to say to him. I'm at lost for words. Disappointment still lies within my heart because how could I have been so stupid to let him get me pregnant? A fucking jail bird. I'm too good for this. Me and my baby deserves better but I made that bed and laid in it so I have to handle my business period.

I stare at the letter wondering if it's too many words or not enough. There's so much I could say to Kason but the pen just won't ink those words out for me. I said what I said. I really don't want to resent this baby but after thinking about all the foul shit Kason did, I just can't help but to feel some type of way. Maybe I can ignore the fact that he's my baby's father? Ughh, this is already hard to deal with.

On the bright side of life, I'm a freshman in college and I don't want anyone knowing I'm pregnant because I don't feel like being judged or treated differently right now. Thank goodness I'm not showing yet. I just want to have fun without drinking and doing drugs, meet new people and adapt to a new surrounding.

"I'm so nervous. I hope she's pretty," I say to my mama, referring to my room mate.

"All the craziness going on in the world, and your only concern is that you hope the person you're sleeping in the same room with at night is going to be pretty?!"

"Uh....yeah! But of course, I mean, I hope she's cool too. I don't want any problems."

"Remind me to send one up for you again before I leave," my mama rolls her eyes and I let out a slight chuckle. "Are you sure about this, Kayla?"

"Yes ma. I can do this. This pregnancy isn't stopping anything."

"I mean, you can always hold off a year and come work with me in the fashion industry. It would be fun," she suggests.

"Ma....I got this. Okay. Everything will be fin—OH!!" I scream from bumping into a girl. She's standing in the doorway of our dorm room, still as a brick.

"I'm soooo sorry," I apologize and she gives me a cold look. She has no expression on her face but is still looking dead at me. She looks crazy as hell.

"You must be Makayla?" she asks dryly.

"Yes...Wynter?"

"Yeah, what's up? Come in," she turns slowly to navigate me into our dorm room. She walks weird.

"This is your side, and that's my side," she points to the far end of the room where there's an empty bed, computer desk, and empty wall space. Her side is decorated with a lot of dark, dull colors. Moons, stars, an alter; shit's giving me goth/witchcraft vibes. The fuck is this girl on?! See nahhh!

"I'm Wynter Snö, but you can call me Bunny. I love the color black, and I'm a stoner. I love cute small things and I love fruit and water. That's all," she says with her eyes low as fog. She looks like the black Sailor Moon with green contacts. She's very pretty and unique. Fuck! The smoking might be a problem. Mom looks at me like 'ohh helll nah, let's go.'  But I'm not going anywhere. This is exactly where I belong. With my weird, hippie-looking, roommate here at UCLA. I earned this and I'm not going to run away because there's a black girl that has totally different vibes from me and the face that I'm pregnant. Plus, I don't know if I still want this baby. I don't agree with abortion on certain terms, but this shit ain't my cup of tea right now. I don't want to sound selfish, but I worked wayyyyyy too hard to get here.

"Nice to meet you Wynter. You can call me Kayla.  You're emo or something?" I ask bravely and she releases a soft chuckle.

"No boo. I'm just cool as shit. Excuse my language Ms...?"

"Lisa..Sanders," my mom responds rolling her eyes.

"Sorry Ms. Sanders, but yeah. Black is just such a beautiful, royal, reflecting color that can do no wrong. I'm just not your average Barbie girl in a Barbie world, stuck up, boujie, hood rich black chick that everyone else around here is. You probably like going to the mall, shopping with your friends, attending pool parties with your lil' rich friends, and flaunting in your paid in full foreigns. Am I right? I mean, I do some of that stuff too. Most def... but I'd rather sit in a tree house, smoke, sketch my own anime characters while listening to Billie Eilish and Brent Faiyaz. Things of that nature are my peace. Oh yeah, you're so like pregnant aren't you?"

"Huh?!" I say shockingly.

"Okay, what the hell are you talking about?!" Mama questions, getting pissed off.

"You heard me...you're pregnant as fuck..."