We are already our own way to the Motel 6. With a budget of one hundred and eighty dollars and a Foldger's decaf blue container full of an unknown amount of change, I would say we are going to do decently. Mason is driving and the car is playing All I Want by Kodaline softly. The dodge neon we are driving abruptly stops. He looks at me with piercing eyes. Tears run down my cheeks like little rivers. I can't keep a poker face for long. He pulls my right hand to his soft lips softly kissing them. My brain explodes with the news.
" Im pregnant, " I say slightly above a whisper.
Mason looks at me dead in the eyes. I keep quiet to myself. He has a 'what the fuck' expression on his oval shaped face. He crushes my hand in a steel grip squeezing them. I feel pain instantly. I try to pull away. I bite my lip harshly which causes me to cry more.
" Youre what," he booms loud like thunder.
"Pregnant. " I whisper as quiet as a mouse.
He shakes his head, furiously. He pulls into an empty parking spot and turns off the car. I take a deep breath and he stomps over to me, beyond pissed. He yanks me out of the car, dragging me by my hair. I get out of the car standing in front of him. He slams the door shut and pins me to the door. I wince and he grabs my straw colored bun harshly. He breathes heavy - I can smell it. Smells like alcohol and McDonald's. Not a good combo. It's nausing. He looks deep into my eyes. I see his six pack ab covered chest, raising and falling from the breathing heavy. He raises his hand and smacks my right cheek so hard I can taste blood. It instantly starts to bruise. Mason puts his forehead to mine. I feel the warm sweat on my brow. I don't make a sound. He puts his mouth next to my left ear.
" Don't say a word," he whispers.
My sea blue eyes dried. He lets go of my hair, slowly. My hair loosened in its tight grip. He drags me to the entrance. He dusts me off and makes me look presentable. He walks inside and ten minutes later, we have a room. Room 237 to be exact. He shoves me inside and slams the door shut. I fall to my knees scraping them. He leaves without a trace. I slowly stand up and look around holding my arms. I cover my stomach as to shield it. I slowly sit down on the lumpy harsh bed and think about my life before. My name is Renee Hart and welcome to my hell.
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The Truth Within Our Lies
Genç KurguMy 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...
