Truth be Told
"I'm Pregnant". That's what he said. As if something knocked over me. If this is a dream, I wanna wake up from this nightmare I am in.
I know how perfect she is. Yes. She surely would be without a doubt the best mother because I see it. I see it as her eyes glow. Heck if there would be a beauty pageant or somethin' of being the best mother, she would swipe the crown away and if some punks disagree I would kick their asses off and dump them into mud! But as for me who in their fuckin brain cells would think of that?! May be some crazy bimbo who forgot to take her meds! I am a useless hot-headed no good son of bitch! Yeah I am a useless piece of shit that just brings trouble since I was born 'til the day I die.
But this is Lindsay. She isn't some random chick that you can go and get over nor is she an "it" girl. She is "the" one. The only one. My Lindsay. My Montana, well, used to be.
I love her. What the fuck?! Son of a…. am I this stupid or what?! Why didn't I say it sooner or out loud…or something?! Stupid Danny…Stupid Danny…Stupid Danny… When d'ya wanna say it?! When you've already lost the chance?!
I want her back. I need her back.
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"I'm Scared". That's what he said as I unravel the news. ' The News'?! Funny isn't it? Is that the way I put? That just came out wrong. But how else would I describe it? I'm trembling inside. I can't feel anything. It's as if I'm walking on thin are but one one's there to catch me.
Yeah him. Danny Messer. My Cowboy. He used to catch me. When I felt homesick, he was my home. When I felt lost, he always did find me. And when I can't take the city life that was draining my soul, he filled it up with three doses of hugs, kisses, and a listening ear to help me through the day. Oh that was heaven. He was my heaven. But that was then. He can't catch me now.
Truth be told I am scared too. And I am alone. But I want this and I feel it. It is the only living proof that cherishes the love we once had.
I can do this. I know I can. I am independent and I am fighter my mom told me so as I witnessed the unbearable that haunted me. But I had made it through and I know I can me this. Can I? Honestly, I don't know.
I want him. I need him. I love him. But does he?
umm... this is my first fic so umm please be nice...i think this is just a one-shot! :) thanks
feedbacks would be nice just be kind...not used to writing my ideas!