Photos of our date surfaced quickly. However the headlines had changed. I was no longer the junkie, the teen mom, the girl who got herself stupidly knocked up. I was the respective girlfriend of Robert King. Clearly, his PR team had been working hard. I hope he paid them accordingly for this miracle.
This felt like betraying him. Even if we weren’t actually dating, t
Robert’s mother stayed in my mind for several days after. Her words echoed through my head so often I could hardly remember anything else we had talked about that day. His own mother did not want a random girl to end up with him. The way she had phrased it made it sound like it was for my own protection, but after a few days of overthinking it, I knew it was for his benefit.
I never grabbed something out of someone’s hand so fast in my life. My head turned red with shame, even if we had done it before, this was not necessary. God, he is such an asshole.He was laughing, a sound quite unfamiliar to my ears. I rolled my eyes at him and hid the vibrator in between the couch cushions, hoping that my pregnancy brain wouldn’t forge
I'll admit that by the time it was Friday, I had started to wonder if this was really a smart idea.I wondered about it while I shaved my legs, while I picked out one of my sexier bras and while I put the vibrator into my purse. Clara was already with her friend, a girl from her new class who was brave enough to befriend my sister, and all seemed to be going well.That was why I was so nervous. All of this was going just swimmingly, and I was really not used to that.The driver did not speak to me when I entered his car, though he clearly preferred my new house over my old one. We didn’t have to speed off to get away from the many prostitutes and drug dealers approaching the fancy car. At most, there were a few students who looked at the Mercedes with a faint interest.
His large hand was around my throat before I even realized it. He never squeezed it, he just pulled me to him. His lips were on mine again, but they weren’t looking for sweet kisses now. Everything was a fight for dominance, and though I knew that my chances of winning were very slim, I couldn’t help but enjoy knowing that it was driving him insane. I wasn’t submitting to him.His hand left my throat and instead roughly spun me around. I grabbed the back of the couch before I would fall, though I doubt he would have let that happen. His hands spent little time exploring my body, but instead unzipped the back of my dress and pulled it over my head. The bra I had specially chosen for tonight was on the floor in seconds. And I was standing there in just my panties, while he was fully dressed.I wanted to flip back around, but his arms kept
His bed was a far better place to rest up after the sex than the couch would have been to be fair. For a little while, neither of us said a word. He did help me in getting comfortable, before I knew it we were cuddled up in bed together. My naked body pressed against his fully clothed one.His fingers brushed through my hair while his other arm was wrapped around my body. My head was on his chest, while I tried to remember how to string together a sentence. I could feel the tips of his fingers pressed against my scalp with every new brush, it was incredibly soothing.“Told you that you would submit in the end.” He finally broke the silence. I didn’t have to lift my head to know that he was smiling as he said it.“I never screamed your name though.” I countered.
Pregnancy sure influenced my dreams a lot. It felt like I was genuinely there in my dream, with vivid colours and even the faintest sounds. They had also gotten weirder, sometimes in a fun way, sometimes not so much.I dreamed that I was in a field of large mushrooms. They were towering over me, blocking out the sun and bathing me in darkness. I followed Clara’s voice, but anytime I caught a glimpse of her she disappeared again. I couldn’t run after her, not with the baby still in my arms.A night of running around in my dreams hadn’t exactly made me feel well rested. When I opened my eyes it was still dark out, though I felt a stirring beside me.“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up.” Robert said. He was laying behind me, but had his arm wrapped around my wa
“Oh no,” I said. “Oh, no, oh fuck no.”The baby’s vomit was everywhere, the way only babies could projectile vomit. It brought back memories of long nights with Clara back when she was a baby still, though the smell wouldn’t let my mind stray too far off my current situation.Kiara had told me where all the cleaning supplies were, but with a screaming baby and increasingly more back aches it was kind of difficult to deal with the situation. I took a calming breath, nearly joined in on the vomiting, and took the baby’s vomit soaked romper off. It took some time, but eventually we got over the whole puking incident.When Kiara had mentioned that she was struggling to find a proper babysitter, she hadn’t even considered asking me. I understood that of co
I was already regretting my decision to walk today. It seemed like nice weather and I finally had some energy again, but I forgot what it was like to walk with Clara. She was squatting over a snail on the sidewalk, looking at it with big eyes. She never really wanted to touch them, though that wasn’t because she was scared. She knew that the snail should be left alone, she just hadn’t figured out that a giant human watching it didn’t really match up with that definition. When she was content with the snail, she grabbed my hand again and pulled me further. That was until we saw a small line of ants and had to stop again. I didn’t argue with Kiara when she had made that comment, because it was true to some degree. I knew the stress of waiting for money to come in, but my situation was different from the