Chapter One
The 20th of August
2010
I DO NOT OWN SWAC ONLY A FEW MADE UP CHARACTERS
It was the night of my 19th birthday. I had just broke up with my boyfriend of 2 years the one the only Chad Dylan Cooper. The heartthrob moved in symphony with a tall golden haired goddess Ms. Stephanie Green, a up and coming actress. I sat on the high bar stool eying a brown haired boy who seemed so familiar I couldn't put my finger on it. He noticed me sitting alone in the big Key Club because he moved down the three stools next to me. His crisp green eyes taking peeks at my cleavage. Chad noticed our close interaction and comes over. Sitting close to me but before I know it i'm making out with this acquaintance. Our tongues moved together discovering the newest location to search. I wrap my petite arms around his stunning tan neck. Chad on the other hand is trying to pry me away but I become addicted. This guy begins carrying me with my legs around his waist to a room. Up the elevator we go and he throws me against the wall with a loud thump. I moan as he sucks on my pale white neck. I was becoming too addicted. I try to get away but he grasps me tighter.
He holds me close as he finally gets to the hotel room. The sound of pumping music still thumps through the room but I ignore. I want to get away but I can't as he slams we down on the tan comforter. I start to get up but before I can I'm nude laying in fetal position as this guy comes down I scream but he puts one hand over my mouth telling me to shut up. I nod starting to sob tears of fear.
The 21th Of August
2010
Ryan Newman. That was his name. He was my neighbor in Wisconsin. I am terrified still from last night. I lay staring out the window with the view of L.A. My phone buzzes in a circle on the oak end table. I look around for Ryan but hes nowhere. He left. Without a note without anything. I look at the mirror in front of the bed. My hair is frazzled mess, my make-up is running everywhere, and i'm naked. Truly bare. I'm scared as can be. I need someone now. I burst into tears grabbing my dress putting it on as I call my mom. She has to understand, right? As I sob she answers and starts crying along saying she'll pick me up. I stand outside the Key Club motel as my mother pulls up in a red Chevy. I quickly get in as she turns to the side to look at me with those James Dean brown glossy eyes.
"Do you want to talk about it". I shake my head and as soon as we arrive home I begin to pack my things to go to my real home. Wisconsin.
The 4th Of October
2010
I found out three days ago. I'm going to be a single mother at the tender age of 19. I could have a life, a career. Instead I've lost my virginity to a familiar stranger I never loved and I'm 2 months pregnant. I look around my small apartment as the TV glitches then goes to breaking news. I perk up from my bed to see a sky view of a apartment building drowning in flames. I get closer to the edge of my bed trying to figure out the victims.
"The reason has been cleared up as arsonist and drug dealer Ryan Newman". And from that day on my life turned downhill. Till May 12th when I became the mother of Decklin Brandon Munroe.