Chapter 1; Cold January Day.
It was the same like every other morning in the cold month of January. Mitchie woke up as always. Her radio alarm clock going off at her favorite station, she groaning at the time her clock is going off, her mom, Connie Torres, yelling from downstairs to get up for school or she's going to be late. Usually, as if everything was a normal day, she would get up and get ready but today, like yesterday, she didn't want to go to school. She wasn't in the mood. She was never in the mood for school no more. Not since that day ….. She just wish she could never see his face again. Not now, not tomorrow, not ever again.
She sighed getting off her bed. She knew if she didn't get up and go to school he would think that she was weak. And she didn't need that now. She knows she's a strong girl. Independent as her mom would say. She didn't feel strong, she didn't feel independent. She felt …. weak. She didn't need that feeling. She hated the feeling of weakness. Nothing good comes out of feeling weak.
She looked at herself in her bathroom mirror like always. She had goose bumps from the cold. They can leave her body when they want to, but the purple busies on her body can leave her scarred for month's.
Maybe years. Echoed in her mind. She gasped; She didn't want them for years. It was hard enough hiding them now. She can't just imagine herself still trying to hide them for years. She can see how her mom, dad and best friend Sarah would be worried. Lately she had to wear long turtleneck sweaters and long black pant's. She thought herself wearing long turtleneck sweaters and long black pant's during the summer. She imagine herself in the summer, wearing these clothes, and sweating like crazy. Fuck him. She thought.
As lastly she wanted to curse out him, her mind wondered from her purple busies to her growing stomach. It's been almost 5 weeks Mitchie …. You need to tell someone before the pain get's worse and it starting growing. She rubbed her stomach with clam. Feeling her growing baby move inside her. She loved the feeling of the baby moving, she just hated the feeling that she would maybe be a mother soon. No one knew about this. Not him, not Sarah, no her mom. No one.
Tears. Nothing but tears have been falling for weeks. Someone, just please tell me if this is my faith or if your just fucking playing with me.
"Mitchie! Hurry up! You're going to be late for school!" Shut the fuck up. I don't fucking give a crap for school no more.
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