Revenge of a twin

𝐍𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐉𝐮𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞.

 "Ma'am, have you done this before?"

 The doctor asked me in between my piercing screams. She was trying to adjust me to be comfortable on the bed.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!! No, I haven't. Ahhhhhhhhh!!!"

"Okay here's the drill, try to breathe steadily and I'll tell you when to push okay?.."

 "Okaahhhhhh!!"

There I was in the hospital bed gasping for breath as the doctor and nurses ran around my room putting things in order for the delivery of my baby. I was only sixteen years of age, Too young to feel this immense pain I was feeling, Too young to be pregnant for a man old enough to be my father, Too young to be bring children into this world, Twins for that matter. And certainly too young to be abandoned by her family who were supposed to support her through the toughest of times. Too young for it all.

 "Ahhhhhhhhh!!!"

I screamed as another wave of contraction hit me, I couldn't believe I was on my own. No husband, No boyfriend, No support system,  I was doing it all on my own.  Trust me it's tougher than I am letting on but in my defense... I never wanted to be married to a complete stranger at sixteen, I never wanted to bring life to this world, at least not until my twenty-fifth birthday, I never wanted to go through the whole pain of labor, at least not all by myself with no one waiting at the other end of the door for me, I never wanted any of that. How I got about it all I know not, how I got more than what I bargain I really don't know. But what I do know is I regret the day I called Olufakemi my Father. He had been nothing but a scum bag to his only daughter and his wife(my mother) who is 6feet under right now. Thanks to the man I called father who single handedly punched the living daylight out of my mother sending her to an early grave.  All because he caught her shopping with his best friend Michael Aleshiloye.