I just had an idea. Let me know if it's any good, and if i should continue. Will also consider additional ideas to add to this story. Hope to be uploding more stories, because this happens to be my first. I hope you like it.
It didn't hit her until she started to really think about it. Until in came time to tell him. She's pregnent. She's 23. She got too drunk, she had met a guy at the bar, and he took her to his house. Now she needs to go see him, call him maybe, to tell him. "Maybe I shouldn't tell him. Maybe I can do this on my own." The young woman told her best friend. "I don't need him. I can do it." the voice said again. "But Liv, You're 23. You need someone to help you. I will be here, but you know your mom wont help, and the kid needs a father. You know what it's like growing up wondering 'where is he?', 'who is he?', 'why did he not want me, or want to meet me?'. Do you really want your son or daughter to grow up like that?" Alex asked. Olivia thought about her childhood, how it felt to not have a dad, granted, different reasons. Her mom was an alcoholic due to being rapped. But to make matters worse, she was the product of that rape. She had found out how she came to be on her 16th birthday.
"Mom, how come you never talk about dad, I mean, I know I have asked before, but you really never gave me a straight answer. I just wanna know, momma please..." 16 year old Olivia asked her pretty buzzed mother on her birthday. "You really wanna know, He rapped me. You're no better, you look just like him. You'll probably grow up to be just like him." Serena told her daughter. Olivia looked lost, tears in her eyes. she went up to her room, locked the door. She leaned against it, slid to the floor, and let the tears fall. "Happy birthday to me..." she breathed. But no one could hear her. She wished that she could just see him, so she could yell at him. Put a face to the man she could finnaly put blame on. So she could blame him for her mom being a drunk, for the physical, and emotional abuse her mom put her through. For having part in her whole messed up, disfunctional, world of tourture she was forced to live in. Complete fucking hell.
"No. You know I don't." she whispered. "So talk to him. Call, go see him, I don't care, just make sure he knows, and hears from you." She hugged Olivia, and said bye as she left, leaving her best friend to think about what has become of her life. She's having a baby. Baby. With some one she had a one night stand with. She needed to see him. To see the expression on his face when he heard the words 'I'm pregnent' fall from her lips. To hear what he has to say, and whatever it was, she needed it said to her face.
Luckly she hadn't forgotten his address, it was down the street from her favorite park to vist when she was a kid. Yes she did have some happy memories from her childhood. On the rare occasion that her mother wasn't drunk, she would take olivia to the park, or to see a movie. Olivia was terrified of becoming her mother, and scaring her child for life. She always told herself if she ever had a kid, that they would know they were loved, no matter what.
She got into her car, and drove to his apartment about 5 blocks away. When she reached his front door, apartment 16C, she hesitated to knock. Not wanting to stall anymore, she raised her hand sending 4 sharp knocks to the door. When it opened, after what seemed like years, she came face to face with the person who's child she is carrying... "Uh... Olivia... what are you doing here?" Olivia didn't see the point in small talk or beating around the bush. "I'm pregnant, Elliot."