Searching for Tomorrow
Sometimes you love someone, then lose them to death, but then find the one that was meant to be the one.
I was waiting. Waiting for the day to end. Waiting for the day that everyone would stop staring. For the day that I wouldn't feel like such a fat ball. I still had three months till the baby would be born.
I had gotten pregnant the night before my boyfriend, Jess, died in a car accident. We had just broken up so we weren't talking. He was drinking with a few of his friends. He hasn't driving but his friend was. The crash killed everyone in the car instantly. Without pain.
A month later I found out I was pregnant. My mother was so angry that she threw me out of the house. I didn't have anyone to go to. I called the only person who would understand. His brother.
That's where I was now. I lived with his brother. He was excited to be an uncle. I was tired of being in this situation. I couldn't wait till the baby was born. I was scared to be any way like my mother. My mother had been a drunk and was never around and when she was, she would beat me to a bloody bud.
I was scared that I would lose interest and abandon my child. I knew that it was going to be a girl. With the money my father had left me, I bought the stuff I needed. He left me a 3 million trust fund. My mother used up about half a million in drinks alone. When my lawyer found out, he had enable her to touch my trust fund. Now, I had about 2.5 million left.
The nursery was done. The walls painted in baby pink, lavender and sky blue. The perfect room, for the perfect princess. The little cradle and the cribs blanket was embroidered with silver thread that wrote Valeria.
I had a checkup today. The doctor was happy and told me that my baby is healthy. Healthier than most babies that people my age have. He says that since people my age tend to eat junk food, their babies come out less healthier than they should.
Of course I was elated. I do not eat junk food. Don't sit there and snicker and say sure you do. Everyone does. No. I don't. Not since my mom forced down junk food down my throat, made me eat almost three dozen donuts and had me go to the hospital for almost getting into a sugar coma.
Didn't think of that, did you? But anyway even if I wanted to eat it, I couldn't. Jess's brother, Mike, was a great cook. Mike detested junk food. Being the cook that he was, I didn't need any junk food. Hell, he made my breakfast, he makes my lunch and dinner. Snacks too. I thanked him for every time he drove to my school to give me a snack or my lunch since he didn't want me to eat the food that school prepares for us.
I've seen the jealousy in the eyes of girls that had once had a crush on Mike. He was gentle with me. He was the best brother I ever had.
Pure jealousy drove girls to write slut on my locker. Drove them to say whore behind my back. But I didn't mind. Because I wasn't. I had given my virginity to Jess and he was the only one I ever did it. I was loyal and a very good girlfriend. No matter what anyone thought.
"Heather?" Mike yelled from the nursery.
"Yeah," I called back. Coming out of the room, he walked towards the kitchen.
"That was quick. Doesn't these tests take about an hour?" He ask.
"Usually. But Dr. Rodriguez did a quick test and confirmed that I didn't need it." She said.
"I'm glad." He said. With a sigh, he looked back. "Go check what I did for the baby. I hope you like it."
I had gotten pregnant the night before my boyfriend, Jess, died in a car accident. We had just broken up so we weren't talking. He was drinking with a few of his friends. He hasn't driving but his friend was. The crash killed everyone in the car instantly. Without pain.
A month later I found out I was pregnant. My mother was so angry that she threw me out of the house. I didn't have anyone to go to. I called the only person who would understand. His brother.
That's where I was now. I lived with his brother. He was excited to be an uncle. I was tired of being in this situation. I couldn't wait till the baby was born. I was scared to be any way like my mother. My mother had been a drunk and was never around and when she was, she would beat me to a bloody bud.
I was scared that I would lose interest and abandon my child. I knew that it was going to be a girl. With the money my father had left me, I bought the stuff I needed. He left me a 3 million trust fund. My mother used up about half a million in drinks alone. When my lawyer found out, he had enable her to touch my trust fund. Now, I had about 2.5 million left.
The nursery was done. The walls painted in baby pink, lavender and sky blue. The perfect room, for the perfect princess. The little cradle and the cribs blanket was embroidered with silver thread that wrote Valeria.
I had a checkup today. The doctor was happy and told me that my baby is healthy. Healthier than most babies that people my age have. He says that since people my age tend to eat junk food, their babies come out less healthier than they should.
Of course I was elated. I do not eat junk food. Don't sit there and snicker and say sure you do. Everyone does. No. I don't. Not since my mom forced down junk food down my throat, made me eat almost three dozen donuts and had me go to the hospital for almost getting into a sugar coma.
Didn't think of that, did you? But anyway even if I wanted to eat it, I couldn't. Jess's brother, Mike, was a great cook. Mike detested junk food. Being the cook that he was, I didn't need any junk food. Hell, he made my breakfast, he makes my lunch and dinner. Snacks too. I thanked him for every time he drove to my school to give me a snack or my lunch since he didn't want me to eat the food that school prepares for us.
I've seen the jealousy in the eyes of girls that had once had a crush on Mike. He was gentle with me. He was the best brother I ever had.
Pure jealousy drove girls to write slut on my locker. Drove them to say whore behind my back. But I didn't mind. Because I wasn't. I had given my virginity to Jess and he was the only one I ever did it. I was loyal and a very good girlfriend. No matter what anyone thought.
"Heather?" Mike yelled from the nursery.
"Yeah," I called back. Coming out of the room, he walked towards the kitchen.
"That was quick. Doesn't these tests take about an hour?" He ask.
"Usually. But Dr. Rodriguez did a quick test and confirmed that I didn't need it." She said.
"I'm glad." He said. With a sigh, he looked back. "Go check what I did for the baby. I hope you like it."
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