Crayvin
My blood boils, and I feel my bones rattling with a wave of immense anger, ready to burst out. I tighten my fists, enough to leave red half-moon marks on the palms of my hands. "We're over, Faith. You're f*****g pathetic," I snarl. A hot tear streams down my cheek, hitting the top of my graduation gown. I get that it's her body and her choice, but it hurts.
Her eyes do a dramatic roll as she lets out a wicked laugh that sends an instant shiver up my spine. "Whatever. I give it two weeks before you're begging for me back." With that, she hops in her car, slams the door, and drives off.
My lungs tighten, straining for breath, as I try and calm my nerves. My mother got pregnant when I was a sophomore in high school. The pregnancy wasn't a planned thing, obviously, but she was so ex
