All belongs to Stephanie Meyer, just borrowing these kids for my own twisted fiction story. If violence/abuse, drugs, and Eating Disorders bother you… then you clicked on the wrong link. Go read some fluff and stare at rainbows or something.
PROLOGUE- Misery
In the background, the soundtrack of the past year of my life was playing. As I sat there in the shower the scalding hot water turning cold, my baby boy, Ethan was crying his little heart out. I could hear the faint lullaby my mother sang to him, the same she sang to me when I was his age and in an instant he quieted down. I promised my mother, on more times than one that I would never grow up and be like her, no matter how much I looked up to the strong independent woman. But I broke that promise two years ago, when I conceived EJ.
I would hate to call him an accident or a mistake; because he is the current reason why what's left of my heart is still beating.
Ethan-Jason Noah Swan was born July 4, 2010 and that has to be the happiest day of my life. Although independence stopped for me that day I wouldn't give it up for anything in the world. Okay, maybe a few minutes to sleep but I could live without it. I couldn't live without my EJ though. I'm so glad I have my mom my older brother and sister there to watch him while I go to school, and get my diploma to graduate high school this year. They truly don't know how much I appreciate it. I want to go to college, but my family has their own lives to live, and soon my brother and my sister-in-law will have another mouth to feed. I didn't want to be any more of a burden then I already was. My father is always working, and my mother works from home. In the six short months EJ has been here, my dad has only seen him six times; being a commercial airline pilot was hard work.
I was what you could call a single parent. Edward was in our life, but ever since EJ was born things have been rough for us. Constant fighting; I classified us as an on again off again couple. I didn't mind it, it was nice. When we first found out about EJ Edward thought it was my entire fault, he was angry for the first week or two, but he came begging and like a love sick fool i forgave him. Last I checked, the way this pregnancy thing works, it was as much his doing as it was mine. It was a vicious cycle we went through, and I just wasn't sure I wanted EJ to grow up around this. I didn't date, but Edward had a go-to-girl when we were off again. Natalie was her name, she WAS my best friend up until I found out she was Edward's go to girl.
I got up slowly turning the dial to off, and grabbed my towel. As if on cue, my tummy growled, and as if on cue my brain refused it. This was getting out of hand, and this needed to end soon. My sister-in-law was an ED therapist, it was helping; a lot. I literally had to force myself to eat as my body was being stubborn because it has gone literally a month or two without anything. I stopped counting after the third day. We have a bad fight, I stop eating completely, simple. My ED was mainly Edward's fault, but I can't blame it all on him; even though he didn't have a hard time calling our bundle of joy my fault.
So how'd you like it? R&R please. You guys probably think I'm a scatter brained person who never finishes what they start, but that is not true. I will finish LDF first then JFF, and then this will start updating in a few weeks, just need some feedback, before I start posting and continue writing it. Like I said, this story is rated M for a reason. Not your usual Teen Momella story. Nope not at all.
Feedback is my drug of choice!