After I got back from the diner and head straight to my two p.m. class, I thought about the encounter I had with Hollis on the diner earlier this morning. Honestly, I was overjoyed when he was there beside me as I vomited on the nearest trash bin because I thought he was in there to go see me and properly talk about his responsibility with the baby, however, he said straight to me that he wasn’t.
He doesn’t give any single s**t on the baby, on his baby!
The way he reacts to this situation, it makes me to finally convince myself to take the procedure. I mean, it’s actually better to do it right? If I’ll abort the baby then my life will still be on its usual state. I’ll get my degree on time, head back to Southshields, get the job that I want, study graduate school and enjoy the rest of my
