He was never mine
Angeli offered you friendship and you spat in my faceelectric feeling when eyes meetthe gals in my class treat me like airwhen you feel my heat look into my eyes
Not for me, not for the child I carried.
When he came to my door that morning, I was already ready. Calm. Determined.
“You can’t leave,” he said, voice low but dangerous. “You’re mine. And so is that baby.”
I stared at him, eyes steady, heart pounding. “You don’t own me,” I said softly but firmly. “And you don’t own this life. I will raise this child on my terms, not yours.”
His face twisted in fury. “Don’t do this to me. Don’t walk away!”
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