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Italic-Kenny's past

Regular print-The present

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Kenny's POV

I would've dropped out of high school if I didn't decide to listen to that bitchy Reese. I would've been a teenage mother, but I honestly didn't care about that now. Believe it or not, I actually would've liked being a high school dropout and a young mom. Sure, others might say that that's like making your social life commit suicide, but I never got along with any of my classmates. Others always pushed me around and I was often sexually harassed by many of these jackass boys who thought that I was hot. At times, I would stand my ground and curse all of them out, but at other times, I would go crying to Reese about everything. Of course, Reese would pretend to care and beat the living crap out of whoever hurt me in any form, but it's not like Reese actually cared. He was no different from all of those other guys; he was a worthless bitch who wanted to go around and take girls virginities one way or the other. Unfortunately, I was one of his targets...I guess that I should've seen it coming since he smacked me around and cursed at me at one moment, but then suddenly switched over to be caring and comforting the next. But my home and college was back in New York; that's what I figured every relationship was like.

I'm in college to become an artist, but if I still had my baby boy, I wouldn't have gone to college. I would've found a way to make my art sell, and in the mean time, I'd ask Abigail to babysit my son while I worked to earn some extra money at some diner or something. As long as I wasn't a prostitute, I couldn't care less about what job I got; if it wasn't dirty and paid me, I would've taken it in a heartbeat.

I was stiff, feeling plenty of aches rushing all over the inside of my body from my sorrow. More and more steaming hot tears were pouring down my beating red face as I gently felt my scar from the top of my shirt. An abortion...I got a freaking damn abortion only a couple of months ago...I should've known that Reese was nothin' but an asshole that was searching for that one thing in a girl. Not her personality, but the way that she worked in a bed. He freaking sickened me...I don't even remember how the two of us became such good friends.

"Kenny?" I could hear Sondra's voice softly repeating my name as she nudged my arm a couple of times. However, I was too busy scavenging through all of my heartbreaking memories to say or do anything back.

Whenever I gazed at my hands, I couldn't help myself to think that I could've been holding a helpless little infant of my own. A little hand could've wrapped around my finger, which I would've used to playfully tap my son's nose and give his adorable little feet and tummy a few tickles. His sweet laughter would've been music to my ears, and no matter how many times he shed a single tear, I would enjoy waking up every morning and going to bed every night knowing he's safe and loved.

I always think about how he would look exactly like me. Reese might've been the other part of his DNA, but Reese wouldn't have helped us out at all. He wasn't cut out to be a father or a husband. I can probably see now why his parents killed themselves; Reese never listened, going around and doing God knows what 24/7, but not without harassing his own folks on the side. I loved and listened to my parents no matter what, but after everything shattered, I had no choice but to move on. My old man was gone, my little brother was gone...my precious baby boy was gone in the sky now, too. My mother and I were the only ones who were still around, but I'm afraid to admit that I wouldn't be surprised if I somehow found out that my mom killed herself.

No matter what I did, everything seemed to connect to my unborn son somehow. When I got dressed, I always thought about how I would've took my time to get him all dressed in the morning and before bedtime. The sunset and the stars...what I would've liked for him and I to share our bonding time over. Other girls in general...he would grow up and be the man his so-called father wasn't. My son would've been respectful and bright, doing amazing in school and winning the hearts of many teenage girls. I wouldn't have let anybody lay a single hurtful finger on him...I would've done anything to keep him alive and healthy.

Unfortunately, my life was destroyed to the next level. When I aborted my son, I regretted it up to this very day...and I wouldn't be able to stand it if Sondra, my dear cousin, made the same mistake, but with three helpless infants. They're gifts from God...who could be so heartless to murder a child?

I wiped away as many of my tears as I could, sniffling rapidly as more just continued to run down my cheeks. As I turned my head and gazed into Sondra's pale blue eyes, I realized that she was shedding as many tears as me. Our eyes were overflowing with salty teardrops, red-rimming our emerald and pale blue shades.

Caringly, I hooked my arm around Sondra's shoulders and held her close to my side. She rested her head on my shoulder and sniffled, allowing her tears to continue falling. As for my other hand, I gently placed it against her now flat stomach. It took me another moment to take in how three little hearts were beginning to beat inside of her. She might've just been fifteen, but teenage sex and pregnancy was a very common thing in Tulsa. Unfortunately, that is.

"If you have an abortion, you're goin' to turn into a wreck..." I took in a deep breath and held it for a few seconds. "I may not seem like a wreck, but trust me...a day can't go by without me remembering such a horrible thing that I did. I should've called off the so-called relationship with Reese when I had the chance...but Johnny is nothin' like him, Sonny."

"...Johnny was a virgin before we got drunk on accident. Trust me, I know that he's not like that bitchy Reese, but what am I supposed to do? Drop out of high school? Forget 'bout college? I can't do that!" Sondra began to whimper like a puppy. "And what about Johnnycake? I can't tell him to drop out! He's slowly improving with his grades, and if he doesn't stay in school, he'll most likely get freaking drafted when he turns eighteen!"

"Calm down, Sondra! You don't have to drop out of high school! You and Johnny have me and the rest of the gang here for you two, so you don't have to worry about having any kind of difficulty with these babies!"

Sondra raised her eyebrows at me. "Are you serious? Babies cry nearly all the time! How in the world will Johnnycake and I be able to focus on passin' our grades in school if we have to get up at least thirty times a night to change dirty diapers and feed our kids some bottles?"

I couldn't help myself to pout. "I know that this isn't going to be easy for you and Johnnycake, but like I said just a couple of seconds ago, you two are lucky to have me and the rest of the gang with you to help. We can help with the nighttime and early morning fits that the triplets cause, and we can take turns babysitting during the school days."

"But you're only here until your vacation comes to an end," Sondra sighed, glancing down at the ground as she scooped up a small rock and carelessly threw it. "Before we know it, you'll be back at college."

I nervously rolled my eyes to myself. I wasn't planning to tell anybody this, but I'm not actually on a vacation from college; I dropped out. I didn't care for listening to these so-called bitchy teachers go on and on nagging you about how you should run your career on top of how you have the bills to pay and a family to protect. What family did I have? I freaking had nobody, except Sondra. It was slowly taking time, but I was beginning to feel like the Curtis' gang was my new family.

"Don't worry about that, Sondra," I shook my head. "Don't get yourself worked up about this, okay? You're not alone, and you're definitely not the only girl who got pregnant after getting drunk on accident. Believe me...Abigail went through the same thing."

Sondra's watery eyes instantly shot huge. "She did?"

I nodded, instantly growing a new frown. "Yeah, she did."

Of course, Sondra curiously asked, "And what happened to her?"

More tears instantly met my eyes, and I could've sworn that my voice cracked. "...Now she's happily raising her very own twin daughters with her actual loving and caring boyfriend. He was there for her since day one, holding her hair back when she threw up, and he held her hand through the whole time she went through labor."

I stood in front of the cracked and dusty mirror in Reese's assigned room at this cheap and crappy motel, The Nightly Night Away. Reese stayed there ever since the night he heard from the fuzz that his mother hanged herself and his father shot himself. But what really startled me about his folks suicides was that Reese didn't even seem effected. He wasn't in sorrow filled misery or anything...he still was his same self.

Tears were dripping down at my face as I stared at my reflection, taking in how I was now sixth months into my pregnancy. I recently went to the doctors and had an ultrasound to determine the gender...I was having a boy...my own son. However, Reese didn't know that I was pregnant; he just thought that I was gaining weight from craving so many salty snacks at one moment, and then sweets at the next. I covered my mood swings the best that I could, and I would make sure to get over my morning sickness before meeting Reese anywhere.

I had to tell him about the baby...what was I supposed to do? Wait until I went into labor and call him from the hospital after our son comes? 'Oh yeah, you're a father now.' Reese knew that we did the deed since we woke up close to the same time next to each other with no clothes on. Nevertheless, he was too busy throwing up and complaining about his massive headache to consider how I never took birth control pills in my whole life, and there was no protection of any kind involved.

My long brunette hair was pulled back in a messy ponytail, and I was wiping away the tears from my face. I was honestly nervous over how Reese would react towards me having his baby, but I couldn't hide it from him anymore. I knew how to tell him about it to just get it over with, too. I decided to wear my new pair of maternity pajamas, which were a baggy pair of sea-blue pants and a matching, long-sleeved, slimly baggy top. On the shirt, there was a picture of a lighter blue pacifier, and black latters spelled out: "Baby Boy!"

I had a rough night, so my drowsiness was going to get to me one way or the other if Reese didn't get back from "paying" for his breakfast anytime soon. Yes, I would often stay at The Nightly Night Away with Reese since I didn't want to go back to my house only to find my heartbroken mom.

It was a gray day outside, about 9:30 in the morning on a Saturday. Reese left to get breakfast for himself around 8:00, so I knew that he would be back any moment now. I took no hesitation to get ready right when I woke up, fighting my drowsiness as I stripped my robe from me and walked to the mirror. Unfortunately, it wasn't long before I had to rush to the disgusting bathroom and seem to get rid of all of my guts. I must've thrown up about five times in a row just that single time before I was able to get back to waiting for Reese. Quickly, I flushed the toilet and washed my mouth out, right before I went back to gazing at myself in the mirror.

When the clock struck 9:38, a startled jolt ran up my spine when I heard the front door fling open just across the room from behind me. My eyes grew as Reese quickly slipped his way in, calling out the door before he slammed it shut, "It ain't my fault that your food tastes like shit! And yet you wonder why I won't pay?"

I nervously bit down on my bottom lip and turned around, waiting for Reese to gaze at me to find out the truth once and for all.

Reese heavily breathed, locking the door behind him before he finally locked his eyed on me. At first, he must've not paid any attention to my maternity pajamas, because he slimly grinned and greeted me with a, "Morning, gorgeous!"

I hesitantly opened my mouth to say something back to him, but before I could, I noticed that his slight grin instantly vanished from his face. His dark eyes shot huge shortly after, but it wasn't long before they became sharply narrowed.

"What in the hell is that?" His lips were furiously pulled back to reveal his now grinded teeth, and he viciously pointed at my maternity shirt.

My heart was heavily racing in my chest; I knew that Reese would've been shocked about the whole thing, but I didn't picture him ever growing furious with me. It was his ass that got drunk and forced me down to begin with.

"Didn't we use any damn protection?" Reese angrily snapped after I quietly took my time to explain everything that led up to me being pregnant.

I rubbed my hands softly around on my baby bump showing stomach. "Obviously not...you were drunk, remember? You held me down and raped me...but ow we have a baby boy of our own coming in just three more months."

Reese furiously shook his head, and he stomped his foot on the floor. A loud echo flooded the room, making me flinch. I was praying and hoping to death that he wasn't going to hit me again like he did just a couple of nights ago. He lost a game of poker and blamed me for letting him get gambled, even though I warned him that I didn't think that gambling was such a tuff call, especially in New York.

"No!" Reese practically screamed at the top of his lungs. Another startled jolt bolted up my spine, making me go paler than a sheet and tremble.

I gulped down a forming lump in my throat "...No what?"

Reese began to curse me out, raising both of his middle fingers at me. I'm pretty sure that he even switched over to cussing in Spanish since he probably ran out of words to fling at me in English.

"No, I will not freaking allow this! We're both too young to be parents! We're just in high school!"

"So what?" I crossed my arms over my chest. "I don't give a crap 'bout high school or college, and I know that you don't either. So what's the big deal if we have a baby?"

Reese's face seemed to be glowing redder by the passing moment. "Don't you freakin' get it, you worthless son of a bitch? I don't WANT any son or any daughter! And I ESPECIALLY do not want any girlfriend of mine to be carrying somethin' that involves my sperm!"

My eyes began to grow absolutely tearful all over again, and they shot as huge as saucers. I should've known right then and there that Reese didn't really care about me; all he cared about was getting drunk and getting plenty of girls in the sack one way or the other.

Angrily, Reese snatched up one of my maternity outfits and threw it at me. Luckily, I got the pants, but the shirt hit me right in the face.

Reese impatiently crossed his arms over his chest. "Well? What are you waiting for, skank? Get freaking dressed!"

"W-Where are we g-going?" I tried my best to hold back as many of my steaming hot tears as I could, but I was miserably failing.

"Where do you think we're freakin' going, slut?" Reese did an irritated face-palm. "We're going to the hospital! You're getting a freaking abortion, you hear me?"

Those last words from Russell before he literally had to drag me to his car would forever haunt me. Nobody would understand how hard I tried talking him out of aborting our son; I even told him that I was willing to give our baby up for adoption, but Reese denied it. He went on and on with every word in the book, uncaringly spitting in my face and yanking my hair while he was at it. With every blow Reese threw at me, I made sure to keep my baby bump shielded behind my arms. Reese took that to his advantage by punching me in the face the most; by the time we got to the doctors, I was too weak to even step foot out of Reese's truck without any help. Reese furiously muttered something in Spanish to himself as he literally dragged me again. Right when we entered through the front doors of the hospital, different doctors and nurses rushed up to us, asking eagerly about what happened. I couldn't even speak from being beat so much. Reese did all of the talking, sounding damn convincing when he described how I was jumped, and he found me in a dark alley.

All I remember after that was blocking out...but after I woke back up with that major headache, I rested my eyes on my stomach that was now flat all over again. I was stitched up, too...my baby boy was gone...and I had no actual say in it. Reese must've lied to the doctors and nurses about how I wanted to have an abortion in order to not suffer any miscarriage from "being jumped."

I don't think I've ever seen Sondra cry so much before in her entire life. If it wasn't for me listening to Reese, she would've had another little cousin.

"I would've named him Daniel...after my kid brother, you know?" I wiped away as many of my tears as I could. "...Or maybe I would've named him Gabriel...after your older brother...he wasn't goin' to be any Reese Jr. though..."

Sondra sniffled and bit down on her bottom lip shortly after. "...I don't want to have an abortion anymore, Kenny...but I don't want to go through the painful process of birth, or giving up the babies, and early parenthood either."

I released a soft deep breath of relief to myself. At least I knew now that Sondra wasn't going to make the same mistake that I did...I should've ran away from Reese before he pulled me into his rusty, ganged up on truck.

I continued to stroke my baby cousin's hair. "Don't worry, Sonny...we'll figure this out...I promise you that we'll find a way to make this all work."

Sondra and I were too caught up in our moment and tears to notice that Darry was standing at the opposite side of the front door. Tears were slimly dripping down his face, overflowing in his icy eyes. He heard everything.

A/N: I know, short chapter, but I'm still working through some writers block! Please review and stay tuned for the next chapter! I'm planning for Johnny's POV towards the situation to come in next, but we'll see! I'm still plotting the next chapter out! Thanks, everybody! :D :D :D :D