But just because I had been saved, that didn't mean that all of my problems had magically vanished. Quite the opposite, actually; they had just been getting started.
After my first trimester, my morning sickness had disappeared, thankfully, and – so long as I kept my distance from David Thomson – my life had seemed to almost return to normal for the next three months. As long as I had chosen my outfits carefully, I was blessed in that I stayed skinny enough that you couldn't even have told that I was pregnant.
During the final three months though, my life had began to fall apart. At that point, I could no longer hide my condition, and my cheerleading coach had kicked me off of the squad for the safety of my unborn baby girl. While I had understood the necessity and logic of her action, I had still cried about it a little that evening, immature and selfish as those tears had been.
But that had been nothing when compared to what other people had done and said to me, behind my back at least. And David had been the worst of them all.
I can still to this day remember the first time that I heard him tell someone that – contrary to the rumors that had been floating around – he was not responsible for my getting pregnant. That he wasn't his own baby's dad.
Oh, how much I had cried that day! I had even locked Kasey out of our dorm room until she had managed to pick the lock in her desperation to reach me. She had even been afraid for a little while that I had become suicidal. By my way of thinking though, killing me killed the child inside of me, and I hadn't been about to give David the satisfaction of doing that.
So my being suicidal had not been the case. It had just been that, just like in the situation with my father, it had taken a single, crushing blow for me to realize just how little he had cared. Even though I had long resigned myself to the fact that he hadn't cared for me, and probably never would, some part of me had always kept on hoping that maybe he would be there for his daughter's sake and be a part of her life. But his declaration – the first of many similar ones – had proven even that hope to be an impossibility. It was during that time that I realized that chances were it was only going to be me and my daughter, unless God intervened.
Another drabble-sized chapter, like I've been promising you! Please tell me what you think and stay tuned for the next chapter! Thanks!:)