One Life: Episode 7 IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT (last page)
babyblueheart:
Wow! Great start.....waiting for more!! :)
babyblue1387:
I apologize for the long silence. School and all (bleh!). There will be an update today though!
babyblueheart:
YAY!!! oh, I know how school can be, don't worry! :D
babyblue1387:
Ok. I lied. The update wasn't yesterday. It's today. Yeah.
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At first, mom and dad were angry. They thought I was out being wild, but realized I was extremely distraught and depressed. For once, they had the right idea: I didn't ask for this.
Thinking of her image, my mother pressured me to get an abortion. As I laid on the doctor's table, I was overcome with guilt. It wasn't my child's fault. Why should it have to pay? I opted not to take the easy way out. It was the hardest decision I'd made up to that point.
Angela told Dirk I was pregnant before I even had a chance to. I think she was surprised when he said he'd be there for me and the baby. She, possibly, hated me even more for that. My mom was angry that I didn't go through with the abortion. So I agreed to put the baby up for adoption. Dirk and I began to see each other regularly and he began to grow attached to the little lump in my belly. I felt almost like royalty walking with him.
When I went into labor, he was there by my side. And he convinced me to keep the baby. He said we could do it together. Neither my parents or Angela were present for the birth of my daughter Addison. She was so georgeous and so tiny. But that was nearly three years ago.
Now Dirk and I are pregnant again, and things couldn't have gone more wrong. Dirk is convinced that I got pregnant on purpose
(no doubt egged on by Angela). People look at me funny, and I'm being kicked out of my house. My feelings about everything have changed.
Even though I know it's not her fault, I can't help but feel resentment everytime I look at Addy. I can't help but feel like a fool for not going thorough with the abortion. Now I've got two months to get out of the house. Mom is still at the office all the time, and dad's still sleeping around. Angela's going to college early, but that's only because she slept with the Dean of Admissions at La Fiesta Tech, the most notorious party school (but that's another story in itself). Of course mom's too caught up in the fact that she's going early to care. Dad's too busy doing his boss and me...
I've been left in the dust. They've practically disowned me already. I don't get a ride to the doctor's office. Sometimes the house is empty when I get home. Sometimes there's no food. Sometimes I want to just run away and never come back.
Dirk had shown me love and compassion. I never had that from my parents. They were always too busy with their own lives. They didn't care about me or Angela, though you'd never get that part.
So when D-day came, two months later, the taxi came to take me away to a group home apartment building. I knew there would be rules, and I wouldn't, couldn't, really be free. I knew I would have to get a job and pay rent, and the group home would provide a babysitter at a very low cost so that I could go to school and work, but what did that matter? I was still on my own, and life wasn't getting any better.
babyblueheart:
Awww! Great update....that's really sad, though.. but it makes a great story! :)
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