Disclaimer: I made up the story and characters myself. If they have the same anything as someone, its purely coincidence.
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When I got pregnant, I was only fifteen. I was a baby in the eyes of the world, carrying one of my own. He said he loved me and that he would never leave my side, and I believed him because I loved him. I never knew what it felt like for someone to care about me like that, like I was special. Apparently, he just wanted to break me, make me unclean. I was only fifteen.
We had been dating for three months, which isn't even that long. It was eternity to him. He was a year older than me and that much more experienced. He had gotten further with girls than I had ever wished to imagine, and I was just another slut to him. I remember the day clearly. I wore tight-fitting blue jeans from PacSun, which was the store to shop at then. I donned a navy blue tank top and my white American Eagle flip flops, matching my fake straight blond hair. I was so fake back then. It was mid-August of 2002. I kept telling myself that I was ready, old enough to fulfill his deepest fantasy. I had only been with him, or anyone for that matter, once, but I guess once was enough.
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Okay, so a short chapter. I figured it was a good place to stop at. The next chapter will be up soon. Read and review guys :D