No Boundaries

Chapter 15: Trouble (Part 2)

(Hello. I'm Back again!. Wows, were gonna be to 3K in no time. Thanks my beautiful hippies, Your all beauties😬 Enjoy!!-Kaylee (The Writer)

(p.s Happy National Coming out Day😻👭👬, I'm proud of you if you came out, didn't come out, want to wait to come out, or were already out. I love you!!💕💙💜💚❤💛)

[:.•Author's POV•.:]

•3 hours earlier•

"...Since I'm gonna be the godfather in all-" Karloz started but was soon cut off "Whoa! Who said anything about you being the godfather of Kevin?" Gerald asked making a face, "Kevin?" I asked with a raised eyebrow as I looked at him. "Yeah. That's what your gonna name your son right?" He asked before Karloz butted in "How you know she's gonna have a boy? How do you know it's not Catherine?" He asked and I shook my head, chuckling at them "First of all, if we are having a boy or girl, I'm sure as hell not gonna name him Kevin..Or her Catherine. It's rhymes with catheter." I said with a shrugg. "Yea! That's why they should name him or her Christian." Christian spoke proudly from beside me and we all laughed. "One Christian is enough for me." I said as I dipped a fry in ketchup.

A lot has happened these past 3 months. Kaylee hasn't spoken a word to me since the "bathroom incident" and I can't say I blamed her. I hit her, I put my hands on her like she was some kind of dude. "You know, you and Kaylee gonna have work something out once little dude or dudette gets here. You two not talking could spell out disaster."Christian said, waving a fry around. I scoffed "Like she will talk to me? Hell, we broke up less then 30 minutes after I hit her, I can't blame her." I sighed as I remembered that day almost 3 months ago.

"We can't have a baby now..You can't keep it." I said, my voice now laced with venom. How dare she drop this bombshell on me? Pregnant? At 16? "What do you mean?" She asked me in disbelief, her eyes wide. "You gotta get rid of it." I told her simply, as I started to walk off. She thinks I'm gonna stop my life, put my dreams on hold and raise a baby? I don't think so. "You mean, an abortion?" She asked, grabbing my arm and pulling me back, both eyes now filled with tears threating to overflow. "Look, I don't have the time for a baby fucking up my plans for college and my future. If you would have kept your legs closed, we wouldn't be in this situation." I spoke coldly to her, not caring for the hurt in her eyes at that moment. Its her fucking fault, That look of hurt didn't last long, before they were replaced with a look of pure rage and anger. "Kept my legs closed? Kristopher, don't even do that with me." She said with a scoff and shook her head. "You don't think this is fucking up my plans for the future? My dreams? Your so fucking self-centered." She told me shaking her head, and pushing me hard out the way and walking out the bathroom. I grabbed her arm "Kaylee, you can't keep that!" I spoke through gritted teeth as she shrugged out my grip. "It's not a that! It's a 6 week old embryo." She spoke to me, the tears now freely falling down her cheeks as she looked me, the skin around her right eye now starting to redden. "If you don't want to help me take care of this baby then fine. I don't need you. I don't need a man whose gonna call me names and hit me every time I mess up. I'm done Kristopher! I'm done!" She said shaking her head and walking out of Johnny Rockets.

"Kris, You alright?" Gerald asked as he stuffed a fry in his mouth. I sighed and nodded my head slightly "Yea. I'm good." I said as I picked at my fries. We sat in silence for a few minutes "Speaking of, I uh saw Kaylee the other day." Karloz said while rubbing the back of his neck and my ears perked up slightly "Really?" I asked, my emotions inflated at the mention of my babies. "Is she alright? Is the baby ok?" I asked softly. I just wanted to know of my babies were ok. I haven't gotten the chance to speak or see her or her developing bump in 3 months. Why would she even want to see me after what I did and said to her that day? Karloz coughed slightly "She's ok. A bit bigger though.." He chuckled, earning a small laugh from the table. "She's got that glow. Not too much longer until she's gonna start to show." He added and I swallowed.

"Has..has she found anyone else?" I whispered softly and swallowed hard. I couldn't bare the thought nor the fact that she moved on, That she possibly found a new father for her baby...our baby. "Nah man." He confirmed. My head became dizzy with thoughts of another boy raising my kid. "..Kris, you alright?" Christian asked me "Your looking kinda pale." He said and I chuckled nervously "I'm alright." I said as I felt my knee start to bounce. "Kristopher, you look like your bound to pass out at any moment." Gerald spoke alarm filling his tone as he got up from the table and made his way towards me. "I'm fine.." I slurred as my head began to pound "I'm so stupid. So stupid." I chanted over and over, beginning to panic as the room began to spin like an out of control carousel. "Someone grab his inhaler! Kristopher, you need to RELAX!" Karloz ordered and I shook my head. "Stupid..Stupid..Stupid!" I said over and over as my friends and other people rushed over. "HELP! WE NEED HELP QUICK!" Some girl yelled as my breathing got slower and slower, my vision going down to a pen point, tunnel vision. "MEDIC! GET ME A MEDIC! KRISTOPHER STAY WITH ME BRO!" Karloz screamed as I felt myself slip into the unconscious...

"Wheels on the car go round and round! Round and round! Round and round!" I rolled my eyes getting annoyed. She's been singing that same song for the past 30 minutes. It was raining, we've been in the car for almost 2 hours now and I was so sick or her singing that stupid song. "Izzy, could maybe sing another song?" I ask as polite as my 6 year old self could. "No! I like this song so I keep singing!" She sasses me back in her 3 year old voice as she started another verse an octave higher then before. My parents nor older brother Emanuel didn't seem fazed by it, Emanuel having his earbuds in his ear texting his girlfriend, but I had had enough. "ISABEL SHUT UP!" I screamed as I covered my ears. She kept signing "SHUT THE FUCK UP!" I screamed. "KRISTOPHER! WATCH YOUR LANGUAGE!" My Mother scolded me as Isabel busted out into tears. "SHE'S BEEN SINGING THE SAME DAMN SONG FOR THE PAST 30 MINUTES!" I yelled, causing my mom to reach back and slap me across the face. "LANGUAGE!" She said, pointing a long manicured finger in my face. "Marisol! Kristopher! Isabel!" My father scolded us all, turning to look at us, before I knew it, I heard the sound of a horn and everything else went black...

Glass. Blood. Glass. Silence. My body ached all over and I could barely breath. Why was everything so quiet? Why wasn't Isabel still singing? What happened? Why does my body hurt? I hear a siren in the distance, it's loud wailing causing my head to pound and hurt worse then it already was. My stomach lurched as the siren came to a stop right beside me "WE GOT A LIVE ONE!" I heard some guy yell, before I knew it the blackness consumed me....

(I hate this. It could have been so so so much better😔 I hope you like it. It's trash I know. I understand.. Until next time my Wonderful Colorful Hippies✌)