Love Unbreakable
Bound By Love: Marrying My Disabled Husband
A Second Chance With The CEO After Divorce
A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love
Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces
A Return To Love's Madness
Unconscious Husband: Meet Her Love In Silence
Mated To Big Brother-in-law
Unforeseen Temptation: Spoiled By The Aloof Magnate
When Love Comes Late
I looked down at the purple and white pregnancy test. It told me what I already feared. I'm pregnant. I'm an eighteen-year-old pregnant woman who was still in high school. I sighed and ran my hands through my hair. So many questions were running through my mind. How is William going to respond? Will he be happy or sad? I knew he loved me, he told me every day, but a baby can change things.
More importantly, how would my mother respond? She would be disappointed since I followed her footsteps by getting pregnant in high school. But she wouldn't react too bad right? She had me when she was sixteen, and I'm two years older than that. I'll survive just like she did.
I stood from the toilet seat and placed the pregnancy test in my bag. I exit the stall, then washed my hands. I walked out of the bathroom and made my way back to the lunchroom.
"Hey, babe," William said as he saw me walking towards our usual table. "What took you so long?"
"Can we talk?" I asked without acknowledging the other people around the table.
He gave me a small smile, causing his brown eyes to light up, "Sure."
I walked ahead of him until we entered one of the janitor's closets. William, thinking this was going to be one of our make-out sessions, smashed his lips on mine. I wasn't having it, so I pulled away.
"What's wrong?" He asked with frustration in his voice.
"I'm pregnant." I looked at his face waiting for a positive reaction, but I got the opposite.
"What?" He scolded.
"I'm pregnant," I repeated.
He shook his head, "That can't be mine."
I raised my eyebrows at him, "Of course it's yours. You're the only person I've ever had sex with."
All the softness that was on his face was now gone, "Really because I saw Peter grabbing your butt the other day and you didn't stop him or tell him off."
I rolled my eyes, "Peter does that to everyone. He's only my friend. I've only been intimate with you."
He hissed his teeth, "Stop lying! Everyone knows you're a bitch. You sleep around. Just like your mother." Before I could think I lifted my hands and slapped him across his face. How dare he speak about my mother. She worked so hard to provide for me all by herself, and he was calling her a prostitute.
Alton was a small town, and so when a single mom moves to town with her daughter, she gets attention. There was no doubt, my mother had dated a few of the men around town, but she wasn't selling her body to them.
He wasn't the first person I've heard with it, and he most likely won't be the last.
"Listen to me, you jerk. Never call my mother a whore again. She raised me by herself without the help of a man, so don't you dare disrespect her. She's twice the woman your gold digger of a mother will be." I never meant to call his mother a gold digger, but he was always going around telling people what a gold digger she was, so why not throw it back in his face.
"Good, because you're going to be just like your mother and raise this baby on your own because it’s not mine and I don't want it." He barked out the words before he exited the closet making sure to slam the door.
I took a deep breath, and the tears that were hiding fell. How could he be so cruel? He was telling me he loved me only yesterday, yet he didn't mean it because he thought I was sleeping with Peter. All along, he was using me for sex. Why didn't I realize it until now?
The 'I love you babe' and the 'You mean the world to me’ were all a ploy to get in my pants and I fell for it, every single time.
I sat down on the cleaning equipment and cried my eyes out.
At least I still have my mother.
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