And Sometimes You Just Have To Grow Up

"Sandy!" I heard my mom's whismichal voice ring. I tried to do up the zipper on my white empire waist maternity dress that I bought just 2 weeks ago. I groaned as the zipper wouldn't do up. I bit my lip and sighed. Ah fuck it I thought taking off the dress and putting on a loose pair of sweatpants. I pulled on a tank top then put a sweatshirt over it. I pulled my blonde hair up and went downstairs. I sighed as I clutched my stomach going onto the couch. I turned on MTV and just decided to watch 16 and Pregnant. Since I am one of them I thought. I took a handful of the greasy buttery popcorn to satisfy some craving it was laying on the wooden coffee table with only 3 legs. My mom sat down next to me sighing tucking a piece of her blonde hair behind her ear. My mom took the bowl away from me, "No. You can't afford the grams of fat and the empty calories this is loaded with. I mean look at you ever since you quit cheerleading you've just been eating and crying. You've gained more than enough weight already." I sighed sitting up attempting to pull my sweatshirt over my knees. The baby kicked and I lunged forward. "Look at those girls. Nothing but dissapointment I tell you. Ruining their lives by having sex before marriage good thing you're celibate and choosing to wait. I mean you're beautiful I'm surprised you're not like one of them." I sighed. "Mom." "And if you were I would never be so dissapointed I mean with your father walking out last month. What were you going to say." "Mom... I'm pregnant." Her jaw dropped and her fists were clenched. "Sandra Mary Michaels are you kidding me?!" She got up taking a swig of her Whiskey. She finished it cracking it on the table. "It's not possible." I nodded with tears falling down my face. She set her bottle down and lifted up my sweatshirt and my tank top to reveal my baby bump. "How far along are you?!" "About 9 months..." She took the bottle and aimed for my stomach I guarded it and she ended up hitting my head. I screamed as she continued. I laid there protecting my little girl as I saw blood drip out of my skull and every where else. She took another hit at me and I didn't make noise. I heard her leave she probably thought she killed me anyway. I reached for my phone moaning and called the person I hate the most but who I need. "Sandy?" He said. "Help me." I croaked into the phone and dropped it as I felt a sharp pain in my stomach. This is it I thought.