Heres the new story! (or at least one of them) i'm kind of iffy about the first chapter, but it will get better. promise. read, review and enjoy! xoxo 3 Cb
People stare. people judge. They have no idea what happened. But they don't really care. All they care about, is the fact that i'm a pregnant teenager. and for that, they judge me. i'm 16 years old, and 6 months pregnant. about 6 months ago, i was forced into sex by Brian Rezza, my very-EX boyfriend. He seemed like a great guy at the time. But, turns out, he had a bit of a drinking problem. I only wish i could have seen it sooner. Brian is human. I'm, well... not. I am the uniter of the Mai, and i've known almost my whole life.
My adoptive mother, Meredith, as decided it's time to pack up and move. She noticed the stares i guess. Or maybe it's the fact that the order is out to kill me. Either way, we're leaving the big city of Chicago, and headed to San Francisco. She says they are more capable of protecting me. I think she's just worried about the stares i keep getting about being pregnant. She probably feels bad for me, having to go through this. Meredith is the only person who knows about what happened. I never told the police. But, even though i am pregnant with the child of well... basically a rapist, i can't help but love the kid. It is part of me.
My birth parents died when i was young. Or so i'm told. I sometimes think they just didn't want me. But that's okay. I guess that's why i want to be there with this child so much. I never want my child to feel unwanted. Because, that's how i used to feel. And i know how bad it sucks. So i am determined to make sure this child is as loved as possible.
I have to go to the new school tomorrow. Meredith says she doesn't want me to miss out on a regular teenage life. I think i'm way past that point, but i don't push the topic. Schools not that bad. Except of course for all the stares. I have to admit, i am pretty huge. I know people are going to talk. And unfortunately, i can hear them all at once. I pretend it didn't bother me. But, i'd be crazy if it didn't get to me sometimes. So i have mixed feelings about going to school.
Then, afterwards, as if my day weren't already bad enough, i have to go meet the San Francisco pride leader. She's supposed to assign me new protectors. Meredith says they are there in case i happen to find any trouble, that it's for my safety. It's pretty creepy if you ask me. Someone always following me, watching my every move? No thank you. But honestly, i don't really have a choice. I never do. I try not to complain. It's tough though. Well, heres hoping they are at least semi-normal.
We moved into a nice house. It's got 3 bedrooms, one for me, one for Meredith, one for whichever protector is on duty that night. I don't decorate my room too much. I would put up the pictures of me and my friends, but i no longer have any. When i got pregnant, the people i trusted, as my very best friends, completely stopped speaking to me. I guess they did me a favor. This way i didn't have to find out painfully later that they were nothing more than time-fillers, and they didn't care about me. So thanks for completely ditching me in my one time of need. I appreciate it. Not.
We did as much work in putting the house together than we will for today, so we call it a night and i head upstairs. I can't really sleep. So i just lay back, stare at the ceiling, and imagine how tomorrow is going to me. eventually i drift off into a dreamless sleep.