Bethroed To The One I Called My Brother

Chapter two

 pic of Austin above

I think about life I think about it's changes, the effect that it has on me , the effect to change me entirely, the effect that makes me a bully, a liar, a seductress, a  thief and I wonder how did I become this person?               
        The answer is SURVIVAL .

"Thank you"  I say to the kind old lady and  winced at how unfamiliar those words sounded coming out of my mouth

The old lady employed me at her bakery and the first thought that ran across my mind was what it was like when my dad was alive. He loved cooking, frying  and baking so in the mornings there were always blueberry muffins and chocolate chip cookies since I was obsessed with them. Those were the days, the good ol days when my biggest problem in life was how to learn all the languages I want to learn.

I know French, Spanish, Greek, Portuguese, mandarin, hindi, Arabic and Indonesian my favourite times are when passing people and they say the rudest things about me in their secret language and little do they know that I know what they are saying, and when they do that they become my new targets, they become the ones that I start bullying. And that my friend makes me feel awesome.

The only person that knows that is Ian and I suppose my dad watches over me.

I walk from the bakery to the Barnard college where Austin my baby's father attends I stand there waiting for him for as long as it takes .I see him walking with some guys laughing at some stupid joke I assume

"Yow" I say walking up to him "Can I talk to you for moment" I say more than ask as I hear some of his friends snicker

"Have something you'd like to say?" I ask angrily getting tired of their girlish behaviour. They all shut up too afraid to speak, what a bunch of headless chickens. "I didn't think so"

"I'll see you guys later" he says to his gang of followers "What do you wanna talk about?"

"Let's go somewhere private" I offer as he pulls me away to a corner on the campus where the only thing you could see were old labs

"I have something important to tell you ," I say looking at his face

"What is it? Oh I know you just couldn't get enough you want some more" He says smirking

"Could you stop joking I'm serious" I say hitting his arm

"Ouch ok this sounds serious" he gumbles "Hit me with it"

"I am pregnant" I mumbled

"Honey if you want me to be your boyfriend you just have to ask there's no need for a loyalty test" He joke nudging me as if this is a joke

"I am fuc-" I say trying to calm my anger "I'm serious this is not a joke"

"Look I don't know if you are insinuating that  I'm the father but if you haven't realized you are a slut and being a slut you've probably slept with 10 other boys in the same time period an I. I am not taking responsibility for a child that I'm not responsible for you where " he growls and I slap him across the face for calling me a slut and a whore

I may be a lot of thing but a slut is not one of them. He is the only one that I've slept with in the last 4 months and I'm 5 weeks pregnant so it's impossible for me to be pregnant for someone else

I walked away and left him there to wonder but who cares he denied his child and he won't get a chance to do it again

I take off going to my favourite place in the world the place where I spent most of  my childhood. The park.

My second favourite place is the gym it is where I lay all my burdens.

I push in my earphones strolling to the park keeping my eyes on my old babies they aren't that old they just aren't new, my shoes that I bullied this bitchy girl at school into buying for me

As soon as I reached the park I sit on the swing watching a mothers keep an eye on their children while they play and giggle. I love kids but that's the problem I love kids but I never dreamed of ever having one, but as they say 'life is what happens when you are busy making other plans'

I look up at the beautiful sky above me, taking in how beautiful the world is wondering how the world would be if there was only good, I wouldn't be the person I am now. My dad would still be alive, I would probably be a nerd-definetly. I used to be the most brilliant kids in school but the moment my dad died I just gave up I wasn't interested in school anymore. I just didn't care anymore and to make it worst I was being abused talk about life. The only think that I still did was learn languages because it reminded me of him, he used teach me the basics of every language he knew,he always said 'Darling one day all this will come handy when we travel the world'

"What happen to this beauty today?" A voice asks bringing me out of my thoughts

"What the fu-,what do you want?" I ask looking up at the male figure that sat beside me on the swing

"Sweetheart the real question is why are you crying?" He asks charmingly and I take a good look at him and I knew that my mouth was probably on the ground. This Greek god is carved to perfection his thick jaw line, his blue eyes that screamed danger, his darn body in his suit, I wonder what's under it. 'Stop thinking those shit you are pregnant soon to be a mother, if you weren't thinking like that you wouldn't be knocked up in the first place'- a voice in my head screams at me

"I-it's allergies" I foolishly stutter- wait what Kenecia Pryce never stutters. I look into his eyes as they literally spelt trouble

"If you say so" He smirks sounding as if he didn't believe me one bit

"People are trying to hold a medz here so can you go find someone else to talk to " I say more than ask as he just looks at me with this evil glint in his eyes

"Are you sure you want me to do that? because you don't sound certain at all" He ask cockily raising his eyebrows

"You know what feel free to stay I'll leave" I say getting up aggressively

"Ok have a good day darling" He say waving me goodbye

"Call me darling one more time and let's see what happens" I say getting angry because he used the nickname that my dad called me all the times, as he stood up I knew that i could never pick a fight with him he was like 6'3 and he puts my 5'6 to shame

I turn around as I hear the voices in my head repeating all the times I remember of my dad calling me darling, Austin words saying that the child is not his. I wanted to scream at them to stop haunting me but they didn't, they never will and when they start the only way to stop them is to start a fight or to go to the gym but I couldn't do either of them so all I could do was stand there and pray for them to go away

I didn't know where I was standing and neither did I care I only knew that I was scared of the voices in my head

I heard the honking of a car and that brought me out of my thoughts I just ran off the streets and into an alley a nauseous feeling dweling in the pit of my stomach befors I puked out my guts

I tried walking but it was almost as if I couldn't breath, I staggered a bit before I felt drowsiness take over and everything went pitch black.........

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