Prologue

How it began.

 

 

Prologue

 

 

Tears were streaming down my face so strong I couldn’t see clearly. My heart ached so painfully; it felt as if someone was stabbing it. I wanted to fall to the ground and attempt to hold myself together but I had to wait until I was home to do that. He gave me no last hug, or no last kiss. He just got on his plane with his suitcase full of money and a small bag full of clothes. I knew this had been coming. He had told me of this a week before hand. The thought of it hurt, but not as bad as watching it happen. He didn’t look back. I watched the back of his head, full of gorgeous brown hair, walk away. I saw a glimpse of his face one last time as he handed his ticket to the lady by the entrance. His beautiful blue eyes sparkled. His face showed no emotion. I had second thoughts of calling out to him, begging him not to leave me and his unborn child. But he didn’t know, because I hadn’t told him. This was what he wanted, his whole life. Some stupid journey to see the world and leave rotten America. I didn’t want him to pick me only because of a child. I wanted him to pick me because he wanted to, not out of obligation. So I stayed silent when I missed my period. I hid the pregnancy test hat revealed the rotten plus sign. I knew this was going to happen. I tried so hard not to beg or cry, and I did a god job. Now I wish I hadn’t. He said he had to choose between me or leaving America, and I was with him four years after that. And only a week ago, he told me his decision. He disappeared down the isle to head onto his plane and I fell onto the ground painfully as my legs gave out. I began gasping for air as I felt the heartbreak hit all over again. I was alone. He wasn’t coming back. I still hoped he would, but I knew he wouldn’t. More tears streamed down my face and I tried not to scream in pain. I didn’t know what was happening. I was mumbling as security guards rushed towards me to ask if I was hurt.

“I’m pregnant. I’m pregnant and I didn’t tell him and he’s never coming back”

They looked confused and began to search me for wounds. They carried me out of view of the airport lobby and into a first aid room where I would cry more. This was only the beginning of a very painful journey.

 

 

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Reviews

[Short.Nerd]

OMG It sounds great!! Can't wait to read more (:

[Nichole Marie]

omg it was amazing. I felt pulled in and sympothized with the character. I feel like her mumbling to security guards about her problem was a bit much, like she should have just said she was dehydrated or something to make her look less crazy but its still good. hmmm... I think after you write a chapter a tittle will be easier.