| Chapter 1 “Ummm honey!! My water just broke!” I said to my boyfriend of about 9 months. I am 19 years old, and one night while I was at a party with my boyfriend of about a month, Mark, someone slipped something into one of my cokes and the next thing I know I am pregnant with Mark’s child. It wasn’t a rape, but it was a unconscious thing, I didn’t realize what I was doing when I was doing it. I am not the kind of person to just sleep around, infact that was the first time I had had sex, so it was pretty scary. Mark decided to stick around, but I could tell he regretted that choice. He, himself, was a selfish 19 year old, who was not ready to take on the responsibilities of becoming a father. I would go to his house regularly, but today he was at my house. “What do you want me to do?” He asked, I could hear the annoyance in his voice. “I don’t know, I need to get to the hospital, though. Go get your car.” I said as I started walking out the front door. “Ohhh, nooo. We aren’t taking my car.” He said defiantly “Why not, I have to get to the hospital, and my car isn’t running right, we have no other choice.” I yelled. “Don’t yell at me, hold on.” He said as he threw his hands in the air and ran back into my apartment. He came back out with a trash bag and a bunch of towels. “You are not getting my car all nasty.” He said as he laid everything down and I got in. The drive to the hospital was painful, but quick. I knew, though, that the only reason it was quick was because he was afraid the towels wouldn’t hold, and it would soak threw. Once we got to the hospital I got out just as Mark came over to my side. He grabbed the towels (making sure not to touch anything), and threw them into the garbage can, not bothering to help me out of the car. Those were my best towels. We both walked into the hospital and I went to the nurses station. They gave me some papers to fill out, and I handed them to Mark. Just as another contraction hit, and I grabbed for his arm. “What do you want me to do with these? Let go that hurts!" He said as he jerked his arm away. “Listen, you fill these out, and believe me you don’t have the worst of it.” I said now getting angry myself. Dan’s POV Me, Ashley, and the rest of the guys were in the waiting room, waiting to hear anything about Jacob. He had hurt his back at the concert so they were taking x-rays. We knew it wasn’t life threatening, but we were there for him reguardless. I heard a women talking and looked towards the nurses station and saw a very pregnant, but beautiful woman, who looked no older than my age, if not younger. From the way it looked, she was in labor, and the guy she was with was a real jerk, rude and very mean. It was starting to get on my nerves. She had a contraction and she grabbed for the nearest thing to her, which happened to be his arm. All he did was jerk it away. Ashley seen it too, as did the rest of the guys, they all looked pretty mad at how he was treating her, I went to get up, but Ashley pulled on my arm. “Dan, just chill, ok?” He said as I sat back down, but kept my eye on them. She started talking again. “Mark, I didn’t bring anything, my suitcase is in my room, can you go get it?” She asked handing him the keys. “No way!” he said. That was it for me. So I walked over to them. When the guy noticed me standing there, he looked up at me. “Can I help you?” he asked “Yea, how about you get the hell out of here.” I said as I stud up straight, hovering a good 4 inches over him. “What if I don’t want to?” He asked “Then I guess security will take care of you, because you aren’t worth my energy.” I said as I took the papers out of his hands and motioned for him to leave, I could tell he was scared. “Well, I was gunna go to the bar anyways. As for you Desiree, don’t bother coming to me for child support, or anything to do with this child. I don’t want it.” He said while backing towards the door. I could see how his words stung her. He finally left and I turned towards her. |