Prologue
I thought that everything was going to be all lovey-dovey when Craig told me that we could be a family. Our own little family. And I foolishly believed him to the point were I'm now fourteen and pregnant, too far along to go through with my original plans of abortion.
I'm four and a half months along and to have an abortion now, they would have to inject me with saline solution and I would give birth to a dead baby. That was something that was just inhumane and I felt sick to my stomach knowing that that was something that could happen.
So, here it is, two in the morning, and I laying on my side, staring out the window. Everything in the house is silent, and I'm just lying contemplating my life, when a here something hit the window. At first, I thought it was just a cat slinking across the window, but then I reminded myself that I was on the second story.
Slowly, I got out of my bed and walked over to the window. Peeking through the linen curtains, I saw a figure standing on the sidewalk. At first, I didn't know who it was, then, I looked harder and the curly hair was unmistakable. It was Craig Manning, the one person I loathed to see.
I opened the window slowly, and glared down at him.
"It's two in the morning, Craig. What do you want?" I hissed in a quiet voice.
"Come down, I need to talk to you." Craig smiled, and held up his hand.
That's when I noticed the rose. Even though the gesture made my heart melt, I couldn't do it. Craig had caused me too much pain and heartache, and I was going to carry through with the promise of putting this baby first, then I couldn't be caught up in some stupid never ending love trap. I had to do this, and even though this would my heart and possibly his, it was something I had to do.
"No, Craig, I can't do this anymore." I shook my head, making my hair stick to my now wet cheeks.
"Do what, sneak out?" he asked, frowning.
"No, I mean that I can't do us anymore. Over the past few months, you've caused me more heartache, pain, and stress that anything else and I can't deal with this anymore. You can be apart of my baby's life, but not mine. I'm sorry Craig, but its over—for good."
"But Manny, I love you. I want us to be a family, me, you, and our baby. Please, don't do this." Craig pleaded, holding out both arms, and looking devastated.
"Craig, I mean it. I'm not staying on this endless merry-go-round of pain just so you won't be alone. It's over,"
The tears were coming heavier and faster, and I reluctantly closed the window, leaving Craig to stand out there all alone. Holding my stomach, I sunk down to the floor, crying miserably. I knew it was something I had to do, but if it was so right, then why did it hurt so bad?