You can look into my eyes
and pretend all you want
but I know
I know
your love is just a lie
I was walking through the park, patting my swollen stomach. The sun was setting, things were bright and happy and couples were seated on the park benches, cuddling.
That used to be me.
Tears sprang into my eyes. I fought desperately and willed them to go away. The pain and memories was too much. Tears flowed down my cheeks in thin rivulets.
He was a liar.
He promised me that we would always be together. He told me that he loved me. He told me that we would raise this baby—no, our baby—together. But he was a liar. I couldn't forgive myself. That's just what I deserve. If Darren were still alive, he would've kept me away from him. But I was sad. I felt like no one understood me anymore. I was a dramatic teenager. I couldn't help myself. He came to me without me asking. He whispered sweet nothings in my ear. He got me to do things I never would've dreamed of doing. He brought me out of my shell. This is what I get in return.
Did Darren know how heartless and cruel Steve was?
I'll never know. I walk along the fresh green grass of the park and tried not to let anyone see my tears. I'm sixteen and pregnant and not proud to be. I was stupid enough to be led on by Steve and now I have to pay the price. Mom and Dad were disappointed but told me that they would help me raise the baby. In a way, I guess this is their chance to have another son to raise.
But I knew in my heart that no one could ever replace Darren.