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Rated: 13+ · Chapter · Young Adult · #2202435
After her family and her boyfriend abandoned her, can Emma survive on the streets?
I gaze out the window, and see him. From the light from my neighbors porch, I can see him, leaning against the peach tree. I know that he can see me, and there is no avoiding him. So, I quietly climb out of my window, and scale down the wall. I know that I make as much as a peep, I am dead. My parents would never allow us to be a thing. Or any boy and I. But still, I make my way towards him. He watches my every move, slowly nodding his head in approval.
"What took you so long? I have been standing out here for an hour!" He whispers, obviously annoyed.
"Well I'm sorry Cole, I cannot be caught today, neither can you for a while." I retorted.
"And why would that be?" Cole asks obliviously.
"Because, you got me pregnant!"
"Emma, that is a very sick joke. You can't be pregnant, that's not possible!" Then he saw the look on my face. "Oh my god, you're serious, aren't you?" I nodded.
"Dammit, Emma! Why?"
"Um, don't look at me! You did it too! MY parents are going to KILL ME! Do you understand that?"
"That's it. We're done. Comma is now a thing of the past. Good luck with the demon." He growled. This was a side of him I had never seen before.
"COLE! YOU CAN'T LEAVE! GODDAMMIT, WHY CAN"T YOU TAKE RESPONSIBILITY FOR YOUR ACTIONS?!" I screamed after him, knowing that I was going to wake up my entire family. But I did not care. My life was completely falling apart.
"EMMA SAMANTHA LIVINGSTON! What in god's name do you think you are doing at this time of night?!" My father seethed, anger radiating off of him.
"You wouldn't understand." I wept, "I'm pregnant."
"Get your things."
"What?" I asked.
"You heard me. Get your things now! Leave my house, you are no longer welcome here!"
I obliged, terrified. I walked out onto my street, with only a small suitcase of clothes, and my purse with $150. I found my way into town, and slept on a park bench.
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