Ally's POV
My name is Ally Dawson. I'm seventeen years old, but I will be turning eighteen tomorrow. I live with my older brother, Elliot who's twenty-three. My brother is great, but I'm basically the one raising him instead of the other way around. I never really knew my parents, and I don't know what happened to them. Elliot and I lived in an orphanage until he turned eighteen, so he took me in when he left, and became my legal guardian when I was twelve.
"Hey, there's my whittle sister", Elliot said in a baby voice. He then started giving me a breathtakingly huge bear hug. "I can't believe today's the last day I can ever call you a kid."
"Elliot…I. Can't. Breathe.", I managed to get out, still unable to breathe.
"Sorry Ally", he said letting go. "It's just I-", he started, but we were interrupted by a knock on the door. Elliot went over and opened the door, but he didn't see anyone. "Hello? Is anyone there?", he asked. No answer. He shrugged and started to shut the door when I saw something and stopped him.
"Elliot look! Is that a baby!?", I asked eyeing a car-seat on the ground. "Why would there be a baby on our doorstep?", I asked suspiciously.
"I don't know", he said looking about as shocked as me. "Is that a note?"
"Yeah", I said picking it up. "It says…
Elliot,
You are probably wondering why there is a baby on your doorstep, and who left it here. Well, there's no easy way to say this, but she's your daughter. I named her Ella after you, and I realized I'm too young with so much life ahead of me. I can't handle a baby on my own, or at all for that matter. Ella is your responsibility now and if you can't handle her then put her up for adoption. I'm sorry you're finding out this way, but it had to be done. I had no other options.
Love,
Samantha Freeman
P.S. If you are confused as to how I know the baby is yours, I still had your toothbrush and had a paternity test done", I finished reading the letter, very shocked might I add. I didn't think Elliot was that type of guy. "Elliot, when did this happen?", I asked angrily, pointing at the baby girl I now know as Ella.
"Almost a year ago", he said sounding very distant, and he wouldn't look me in the eye.
"Elliot, you have a baby! Why didn't you tell me this happened!?", I asked a little hurt that he kept something so big from me.
"Look Ally, I'm sorry. You were working at a late night shift, and I went to a party, not realizing that someone had spiked the punch. That's when I met Samantha. We started dancing, and that's all I remember of that night. The next thing I know, I'm lying in a bed at a hotel, very confused, when I saw her next to me. I left thinking it was just one drunken night I wouldn't even remember", he explained.
"Wow. I guess it's not completely your fault, but you still had a big part in this", I said. He sighed and nodded knowingly.
"I know Ally", he said sounding disappointed in himself.
"Well, let's stop living in the past, and go get a crib, some diapers, baby f-", I started, but Elliot cut me off.
"What!? No, I can't keep this kid! I cannot take care of another living person!", he exclaimed.
"You've been taking care of me for the past five years!", I yelled trying to get my point across.
"Ally, that was totally different! You were twelve, and already knew how to take care of yourself! You practically raised me! I can't take care of a baby!", he yelled.
"You have to! She's your child Elliot!"
"I do not have to Ally, and she is not my child! I'm putting her up for adoption!", he yelled. I just stared at him in disbelief.
"You will not send this poor little girl to that horrible place full of tears and kids that think that they are unwanted and unloved by their parents. Ella stays here with us and that's final", I said picking up her car-seat and bringing it into my room.
I woke up the next morning to Ella crying at 5:30 A.M. I managed to calm her down within five minutes. It's not easy considering we have no food, diapers, pacifier, toys, or anything else a baby may need.
"Elliot! Are you up!?", I yelled. No answer. 'That's weird' , I thought. I kept looking until I saw a note on the counter that read…
"Dear Ally,
I'm really sorry for leaving you like this. I never wanted to, but I had to leave. I can't have a baby. You're eighteen now, so you can make it on your own. You can put Ella up for adoption since I'm not there, and nobody can take care of her. I probably won't see you for a while. This isn't goodbye, this is a see you later. I trust you Ally, and have total faith in you. I love you so much Ally.
Love Always,
Your brother, Elliot.
P.S. HAPPY BIRTHDAY SIS! LUV YA"
I was so shocked that Elliot could actually leave me all alone, with his baby, and on my birthday. That's really low. My brother is definitely not the same guy I thought he was two days ago. He actually thinks I'm going to put my own niece up for adoption? Yeah right! He's got another thing coming. I'm a legal adult now, so I can just adopt and care for her myself.
Everything will be fine. It has to be.
Four Years Later
So, that's how I, Ally Dawson, ended up being a single mother on my own raising a little girl as my own, all starting on my eighteenth birthday. I'm twenty-two now and Ella's four. We still haven't heard a word from Elliot in those past four years of me raising his daughter. Although, if anyone asks me, she is not his daughter, she is my daughter. I love her as if she really was, so that's all that matters.