I sat nervously in my bed, my blanket pulled up to my chin as I anxiously awaited the arrival of my French boyfriend. He was just coming over for a short visit, which my mother was not happy about. She disliked Francis, which I didn't understand why. He was such a sweet and caring boy in my opinion. My mother thought differently, though. She kept saying how Francis was inappropriate and perverted. I had laughed when she said this to me, not being able to understand where she was coming from. She had gotten angry at me and had given me the chastity talk again. I ignored her, because ever since I had started going out with Francis a year and a half ago, she kept giving me this talk. I had obeyed her up until about four months ago, when Francis had revealed he had booked a room at a motel and we had slept together. I had lied to my mother, saying I was staying at Feliciana and Lovina's house for the night. She had believed me and I knew she would because she would rather me hang out with the Italian twins than Francis and Gilbert.
But that one time four months ago brought me to my current situation. That one time I would get me disowned and kicked out of the house for good. That one time I thought Francis would leave me for good. I had to somehow tell my boyfriend, but not my mother, that I was...pregnant.
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Don't worry. I have not given up on "It all started when..." I just had this idea pop into my head one night, so I had quickly grabbed my phone (it was late at night) and typed it up on my notes.
Anyway, this is just the prologue. There shall be more to come!
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