15, pregnant, alone, scared.
This is just too much for me to handle, the doubt I feel for myself is overwhelming right now.
I stand in front of my mirror and place my hand on my small bump. I think about the possibilities for my baby, I think about who they are going to be, I think about what they will look like, my mind is racing with thoughts.
Two months since I told Alex I'm pregnant, two months since I've seen him or heard from him.
We're better without him anyway is what I keep trying to tell myself, my mind feels like it could explode at any moment.
I walk out of my room and down to the kitchen to have some food. As soon as my mum even hears my footsteps, she starts on me.
It's the same every day and I don't know how to deal with it.
I can't leave, I can't fend for myself or a baby so I'm stuck here, in this living hell.
"Adele, why are you wearing that T-shirt?"
She asks and I sigh, before replying
"It's comfortable mother and I'm not going anywhere anyway so don't worry, your prissy bitch friends won't see it."
She looks at me with disgust and I just shrug my shoulders and sit down on the sofa in the living room.
"The sooner the better you're 18 so you and that thing will be out of here."
"That thing you're referring to is YOUR grandchild! Do you not give a shit about that?!" I yell at her and she looks shocked for a moment.
She doesn't reply which doesn't even phase me anymore.
Suddenly, I feel movement in my belly and I sit up quickly.
"Holy fuck!" I basically scream as I hold onto my stomach.
"What on earth is wrong with you?!" Mum yells as she walks into the living room.
I smile widely as the movements keep happening. "The baby just moved!"
My mums face softens for a moment but quickly goes back to normal, she shrugs her shoulders and walks away again.
I refuse to let her ruin this moment for me.
As the movements keep happening I suddenly get a burst of excitement to meet my baby.
I can't see the movements but I can damn well feel it and people aren't lying when they say it's the best feeling in the world.
I sit there for quite a while just embracing the moment, trying to memorize every single movement that's made.
Part of me wishes things works out with Alex so he could be here for this too but an even bigger part of me is glad that I got him out of my life when I did.
I made a promise that I'll protect this baby and I'm going to make sure I keep that promise.
It's been so long since I even thought of this book but (I think) I'm back! I'll try update at least once a week but that isn't a promise... hope you enjoyed my attempt at a comeback 😂❤️
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Judge Me (book Three) (Run Series) 💧 a.a
ActionAdele, 15 years old, pregnant and alone. Book Three in the Run Series...
