THE STORM

1. Bria

Well let me start by telling you my name is Brianna, but everyone calls me Bria. I've always been a very active person. I love to ride dirt bikes and spend quality time with my grandpa working on cars. I’m a huge grandpa’s girl. There isn't a moment from my childhood my grandpa isn't in, but over the years my life has become a dark place. I have slowly gone from the happy girl to, a girl with a cloud that has consumed all my happiness. With every strike of lightning that hits the ground, my life becomes darker. It doesn't ever feel like the sun is going to come back through the clouds. Have you ever seen a storm that builds up until it is so powerful that it destroys everything in its path. Knocking all the power out leaving you in the dark?

That’s what my life is like, just a big Storm.

This is my story.

I am sixteen and live with my boyfriend Liam, who is seventeen. I know what you are thinking, why the HELL am I living with a boyfriend? at sixteen! Well let me explain that.

The man who I thought was my dad dropped me off at my mom’s when I was eleven and told my mom he didn't want me anymore. He said that “I was her problem now” and that was it. Later my mom explained that he wasn't my biological dad, and some things made sense, but at the same time. I was too young to fully understand them. My mom, I love so much, but there is addiction, mental health issues AND the different men that come, and go out of her life. Not all of them were bad, but some were monsters. That kept her from being the best she could possibly be, and I don't hold that over her head at all. Not all my memories are bad.

Sometimes she was my best friend and, someone I could always come to with my issues. She always had my back. I could tell her anything and she would never tell a soul, but over the years she has become someone I don't know. She went to prison when I was fourteen, she has been in and out ever since. She met her husband Brian through Liam's dad John. Brian and she got married not too long ago.

That husband of hers hates, me. I don't really know why, but he does.

Long story short, she moved in with him after the wedding and, said they had no room for me in their small house. So, Liam's dad offered me to stay here with them. I have tried to tell my mom many times that I didn't really want to live with Liam, but she always shrugged it off as I was being dramatic or say that I have no other options.

At first, dating Liam was fun, especially when he would stay with me at my mom’s, we always had a good time, but since moving in with him, he has showed another side of him. That I didn't know he had until now. Some days I want to just end my life, and I've thought about it a lot.

So here I am waiting in the bathroom patiently. These three minutes have been long, and I'm scared as hell right now. This little test could change my life forever.

I mean I love my boyfriend, don't get me wrong, but I'm not sure I am in love with him. If that makes sense. He can be a jerk at times, and he has done things that I will never forget. We just don't have that spark; I have read about in my books. That has me worried, but who knows, maybe in time, that spark will light.

Then maybe by then he will change and be back to the nice guy that asked me to homecoming when I was fifteen.

BEEP! BEEP! I’m interrupted by the beeping coming from my timer. My heart is pounding in my chest as) I walk over to the bathroom counter and, before looking down at the test I looked into the mirror at my blonde hair and, my now bloodshot eyes.

A tear falls down my face before I have fully taken in what these two lines mean.

I’M PREGNANT! This can’t be happening. I'm sixteen, with no job. I live in this small house with no stove just hot plates, and a microwave. Also we must heat the water ourselves using an extension cord and a heating element.

I sit down on the floor and, let everything run through my head. I don't believe in abortion, so that isn't an option at all. There is adoption, but I am not about to go through all this and give my baby away. Not to mention my family would be upset with me.

Nope, not happening, I laid down and made this baby, so I’m going to put my big girl shoes on and I'm raising this baby. I’m going to get a job and do everything I absolutely can, to give this baby everything he, or she, needs. I place my hand on my stomach and say, “hello baby I’m your mommy. I’m going to do the best, I can for you.”

There is a loud bang on the door, making me jump. I hear Liam yell, “Are you ready to tell me the results yet? Damn! You are taking forever.”

I know he is waiting to go hang out with his friend Jake, but I just need a minute. Not wanting to anger him, I open the door and tell him “I'm pregnant,” expecting him to be as freaked out as I am.

To my surprise, he laughs and says, “well that didn't take long.”

I blink wondering what the hell he means by that. He then says, “baby you're stuck with me now forever." I tell him he is going to have to get a job. That we are going to need the money. He laughs, and says we have 9 months to worry about that s**t. Then says for now he is going out with his friend Jake. He turns an leaves. I go to our room, and sit in my chair, deep in thought.

Finally, about an hour of sitting in this chair deep in thought about how much, my life is going to change. I stand up to get me some night clothes on. I don't know when Liam will be back, but I'm really not in the mood for his s**t. When he does come home. He is usually, drunk or high when he comes back. I crawl into bed, and try to sleep but, I can't. I have too much on my mind. Liam thinks this baby is not going to need anything until he, or she, is born. With a deep sigh, I roll over. I never saw this being my life.

I’m asleep when I hear our bedroom door open, and it wakes me. Like I figured, Liam is high, and has stubbed his toe on the bed frame coming into our room. He shouts, “f*****g DAMN IT!”

I don't say anything.

I keep my eyes shut and, pretend to be asleep while he crawls into bed. Then I feel him pull the covers back as, he touches my stomach. I hear him say “I finally got your mom pregnant.”. He crawls in the bed covering us back up. Then HE puts his arm around me. It isn't long until I hear him Snoring sound asleep. Now if he would let me go, I could get comfortable again and go back to sleep. I’m deep in thought about what I just heard him say. So, it takes me a minute before I drift back to sleep.