Mason and I are sitting in the seventh row against the wall. I am so exhausted. I have stayed up awake for 8 hours straight. It's like school but instead of teachers, I have to listen to screaming babies and annoying adults on their cellphones. I am exhausted with not only sleep but other people's bullshit as well. I struggle to keep my navy blue eyes open. I fall asleep lightly, propping my head up with my elbow and the palm of my left hand. I remember that night as if it were burned into my memory...
~ TWO WEEKS AGO ~
"I love you," Mason whispered softly in my left ear barely above a murmur. He unbuttons my navy blue jeans. I push his hands away lightly like a slight shove. Something inside him snaps. He grabs my neck and slams me into the army green bedroom wall. I feel a warm liquid going down my numb neck. He removes my pants and underwear so fast - it was all a blur. He kept kissing me but with more force every time. Each time he pulled away, he would tell me he loved me. Which is true, right? He must love me. He always did. Those thoughts swirled around my head like a top. I remember I blacked out before anything else.
<~ Back to current time~>
I shake my head full of disgust, removing that image from my head. The real reason I'm scared about Deerpointe is that we will be recognized and or caught. I place my right petite hand on my two week old pregnant stomach. How do I tell this monster I am pregnant with his baby? I look over at my boyfriend, whose is sitting there. His face pressed against my seat, snoring lightly. I shake his right shoulder slightly. He opens his charcoal colored gray eyes and his perfectly symmetrical lips form into a smirk. He yawns and sretches, grunting. Mason puts his left arm around me on top of the shoulders. As if he was doing the 'move'. He did the same thing on our first date. I start to feel hot and sweat nervously. The news of a baby could kill me. Literally kill me. The plane eventually ends slowly. Mason helps me out of the uncomfortable ugly puke green seat and into the beginning of a new life. I wonder how this adventure will take us.
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The Truth Within Our Lies
Teen FictionMy story is about a young, seventeen year old teenager girl named Renee Hart. She is athleticly built with pin straight blonde hair that falls to her shoulders. She has teal blue eyes that shine in the light. She is 5'2. She grew up with out any pa...
