So there I was, twenty-one, and about to confront something I've
wanted to since I was fifteen. Six long years of him hurting me, and me
letting him, well not any more! I walked up to his room, completely aware
that he was screwing some brunette. I kicked the door open.
"Trunks, you REALLY should learn to lock that!" I said smirking.
"What the fuck? Pan! God damn it!"
"You, go!" I said pointing to the girl. She pulled on her bra, underwear, and pants, and ran from the room holding her shirt. "You! You son of a bitch! I'm tired of it!"
"Pan! We've talked about this!"
"No! You talked, and I listened while you screwed me! Or, does your memory decide to draw a blank at that point? Well I'm tired! I'm not gonna sit by and let you do this to me anymore! Trunks, if you ever even LOOK at me like you're THINKING about my body, then I'll fucking cut your dick off! So...be careful!" I said smiling. It was a total adrenaline rush! I felt good for once in my life. But that was only one choice. I left the room, holding a dark secret that not even I knew about at the time.
Over the next two weeks I stopped yelling at people, Bra and I reconciled our differences, and I had become happy. Then I found out my secret. I had to talk to Trunks again. Damn! I walked up to his room. He hadn't had a girl over since our 'chat' and that was fine and well! I knocked gently on his bedroom door.
"Come in."
"Trunks, we need to talk, again."
"What this time?"
"Trunks, there's something I have to tell you about, something I got from you, from our nights together."
"Are you sick? Did I give you some sort of disease?"
"No, no! Uhm...but you did give me...a child."
"What?"
"Yeah, I'm pregnant."
"And you're sure..."
"Yes, you're the only guy I've fucked, Trunks."
"Damn. Well, we have to tell our parents."
"I know, but, we have to, and you don't have to be the dad, I can do this alone..."
"No Pan! I realized something that day you ran out of my life. I realized that I did love you, and I still do. I'm so sorry I took you for granted. Please, come back to me."
"Trunks, I can't. Whose to say you won't fuck me over again?"
"No one, but come on! I haven't slept with another girl since!"
"I know, but I can't take the chances. I'm sorry, plus, I've realized, I don't love you. I'm sorry." All of a sudden Bra turned her radio up really loud and started singing the words to 'Cold Hard Bitch' by Jet. "I guess that's what you're thinking right now." I said as I turned from the room and walked away.
So here I am, pregnant. Trunks has agreed to send me support, the child will know his or her father, and we will both be taking care of her, but I have all legal custody, and the child will live with me in my apartment that I rented thanks to a little help from Trunks. This is my new life. Dad knows about my old one, and was disappointed, but loves me and decided I am an adult, and I need to be able to deal with my mistakes on my own. Well, Bra's coming over in a minute so I have to go! Bye!
"Trunks, you REALLY should learn to lock that!" I said smirking.
"What the fuck? Pan! God damn it!"
"You, go!" I said pointing to the girl. She pulled on her bra, underwear, and pants, and ran from the room holding her shirt. "You! You son of a bitch! I'm tired of it!"
"Pan! We've talked about this!"
"No! You talked, and I listened while you screwed me! Or, does your memory decide to draw a blank at that point? Well I'm tired! I'm not gonna sit by and let you do this to me anymore! Trunks, if you ever even LOOK at me like you're THINKING about my body, then I'll fucking cut your dick off! So...be careful!" I said smiling. It was a total adrenaline rush! I felt good for once in my life. But that was only one choice. I left the room, holding a dark secret that not even I knew about at the time.
Over the next two weeks I stopped yelling at people, Bra and I reconciled our differences, and I had become happy. Then I found out my secret. I had to talk to Trunks again. Damn! I walked up to his room. He hadn't had a girl over since our 'chat' and that was fine and well! I knocked gently on his bedroom door.
"Come in."
"Trunks, we need to talk, again."
"What this time?"
"Trunks, there's something I have to tell you about, something I got from you, from our nights together."
"Are you sick? Did I give you some sort of disease?"
"No, no! Uhm...but you did give me...a child."
"What?"
"Yeah, I'm pregnant."
"And you're sure..."
"Yes, you're the only guy I've fucked, Trunks."
"Damn. Well, we have to tell our parents."
"I know, but, we have to, and you don't have to be the dad, I can do this alone..."
"No Pan! I realized something that day you ran out of my life. I realized that I did love you, and I still do. I'm so sorry I took you for granted. Please, come back to me."
"Trunks, I can't. Whose to say you won't fuck me over again?"
"No one, but come on! I haven't slept with another girl since!"
"I know, but I can't take the chances. I'm sorry, plus, I've realized, I don't love you. I'm sorry." All of a sudden Bra turned her radio up really loud and started singing the words to 'Cold Hard Bitch' by Jet. "I guess that's what you're thinking right now." I said as I turned from the room and walked away.
So here I am, pregnant. Trunks has agreed to send me support, the child will know his or her father, and we will both be taking care of her, but I have all legal custody, and the child will live with me in my apartment that I rented thanks to a little help from Trunks. This is my new life. Dad knows about my old one, and was disappointed, but loves me and decided I am an adult, and I need to be able to deal with my mistakes on my own. Well, Bra's coming over in a minute so I have to go! Bye!
