Post by Avelino! on May 20, 2012 1:11:00 GMT -5
Ginger's POV
I could still hear my mother's shout in my ear. "Get out!" I pulled out my phone and checked what time it is, then checked if I had any new texts. I knew that it would make that 'ding ding' sound whenever somebody pressed the send button and delivered me a new message, but I couldn't help. I was desperate. I had lived with mum and dad my whole life, I didn't know what it was like in the 'real world'... I had had only a glimpse of it. When Bryan introduced me to his so-called 'friends' and encouraged me into doing acts of violence. When he handed me a cigarette and told me how to use it, and when he pushed me onto the bed... A shiver ran up my spine. It had been months since that has happened. Why did it feel like it was yesterday? In those months I had grown a little baby boy inside of me. The light of my life. I wouldn't get an abortion if they paid me a million dollars, or even a trillion. I was not giving August up for adoption, either.
I held him in my hands. The sound of him whining whenever the plane tilted to the left or right, the sound of him giggling whenever I hummed a melody, the sound of him mumbling, 'mama' with enthusiasm; even the sound of him crying was like sweet music to my ears. I clutched him against my chest. It's cold on the plane, but maybe that's because I'm only dressed in pajamas. In the middle of the night my parents push me onto the streets, handing me the plane tickets and saying, "Aunt Angie will take care of you. She's just like you, a dirty little slut." Mum said. She didn't know anything about me. I wish that I told her. But how could I? I don't know why, but I don't want him to get in trouble. He was so sweet to me. So nice. I don't know why. Do I still...?
No. I can't.
My phone chimes before I can delve deeper into my thoughts. It's an unfamiliar number that has texted me, but it says, 'You here yet?' so I instantly assume that it's Angie. I quickly text back: 'On the plane, arriving in an hour'. She tells me that she'll meet me at the airport. Then we stop texting each other.