Psalms 42 || Tori Kelly

Jesus Help Her

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Abiah and Michelle walked into the run down housing into and made their way to the front desk. "Hey, Mrs. Cane," Michelle smiled, writing she and Abiah's names on the sign in sheet.

"Hey, sweetheart. We missed you and Addi last month," Mrs. Cane smiled, logging into her computer. Michele gave a small apologetic smile, dropping the pen back in its cup.

"I know, but Addi has a travel soccer game and we didn't in time. Same thing today, but her dad is with her. So, I brought my niece instead. Mrs. Cane this is Abiah. She's André and Tori's girl. And she's 14 weeks pregnant," Michelle introduced. Sad eyes cane over Mrs. Cane as she looked Abiah up and down.

"She's the one you were telling me about?" The older woman asked. Michelle nodded. "This will be good for her. Go ahead, Gia's up there," she said. The aunt, made her way to the elevator, dragging her nice behind her.

"What is this place? Why are half the lights not working? Ugh, where are we?" Abiah grimaced, taking in her surroundings. Michelle pulled her niece into the elevator and hit three.

"This is the building I lived in for a six months while I was pregnant with Addi and I was afraid to tell my parents. When I found out, your father helped me set this up to give me time to think and to tell them. This was my home and now Addi and I come and help out some of the other teen moms that don't have it as good as you or the support from their families," Michelle answered as the buzz rang out and the doors opened. Abiah folded her arms and followed her aunt down the dingy hall. The two stopped in front of apartment C27 and Michelle knocked. A cry on the other side of door rang out before a girl, who Abiah assumed was Gia (pictured), opened the door holding a baby boy.

"Michelle, you're early. I was expecting you at 4," she tiredly said, letting them in and shutting the door before letting her son down. "Sorry, the place is a mess. Danny just left, Patrick is coming to get PJ for the night, and PJ just woke up," she apologized. Michelle shook her head hung up her purse.

"Gia, that's why we are here, you know that. This is my niece, Abiah. She's taking Addi's place today, and she's 14 weeks pregnant. So, don't be afraid to tell or show her how it is," Michelle said, starting to pick up some of PJ's and put them in his toy box/ play pen.

"Hi," Gia smiled, before moving into her open kitchen in the small apartment. "I'm Gia. This is my son, PJ. He's 16 months old. And I'm 17," she introduced. Awkwardly, Abiah stood between the kitchen and living room as PJ walked around in a onesie and diaper like Sampson.

"I'm Abiah, but everyone calls me Biah or Bean. Umm, I'm 14 turning 15 next month," she shared. Gia glanced to her with a small nod.

"Cool, can you pass me that sippy cup?" She asked, starting to run water in the sink. Abiah did as she was asked and passed on the sticky cup.

"Hey, Gia! What's this?" Michelle asked, holding up a doctors sheet, that was too far away for Abiah to read, but close enough for Gia to bow her head.

"I was going to tell you, I swear," she immediately said. Michelle filed away some bills and doctors sheets, before leaving against the opposite counter.

"Is it Danny's?" Michelle asked. Gia nodded, throwing all of her sons bottles in the sink.

"I thought we were being careful. But, turns out, the pull out method doesn't work when you're drunk," Gia answered, glancing to her son, who was now holding onto Michelle's leg.

"Gia, what about school? Are you still planning on getting your GED? Or are we putting that off until after this one?" Michelle asked, skeptically.