violence vs reality

I was born and raised in Southern California, my dad is Australia and my mom was born in Tennessee. I'm 17 years old, my family is rich, well in a way they are. I get abused by my parents all the time, they threaten me if I ever told anyone I'd get it. Get it? What does that even mean? Does it mean that they'll kill me? Well I don't know, I really hate my life at the moment, my boyfriend well... His name is Drake and he's a controlling type, if I don’t do anything he says well bad things happen. Hi there, I'm Ashton this is my story.


27. the baby is coming

 It was 10am, I was helping mom cook bacon and eggs until I heard Ashton scream upstairs, me and mom rushed upstairs to see if she was okay, “Justin!!!!!” She had yelled out again, oh crap she’s having the baby, “baby, get me to the hospital now!” she said aggressively. Mom and I helped you to the car quickly, I sat in the back with her telling her to take slow but deep breathes, she’s having really bad contractions, why didn’t she tell me her water broke, I held her hand tight, she’s breathing steadily, this is so exciting, my baby is going to come into this magical world soon. “Why didn’t you tell me your water broke babe?” I asked politely, she screaming of agony, I don’t think that was the right time to ask her that question, but she replied, “I felt something break, but I didn’t realize it was my waters,” she’s squeezing my hand tightly, like she’s going to break it soon, I laughed at the thought of that, she just gave me a weird look but that’s okay.


We arrived at the hospital, mom ran to grab a wheelchair. I helped her onto the chair and rushed her inside, she is crying and yelling with so much force, “help! We have a lady here in labor,” mom called out, I saw a nurse rush over grab the wheelchair and rushed her to the labor room. I ran after them, I needed to be there for my beloved girlfriend, she needs me, I need her. I helped her get into a robe thing, knowing her she’ll have to stay in for a few hours at least. “Justin, stay with me please, this is freaking killing my insides,” I grabbed her hand, helped her back on the bed, “shhhh, it’s okay I’m here,” I kissed the side of her head, she needs to get this girl out of her now, before she breaks herself. The nurse began to speak, “alright Ashton, I need you to push when I say so okay,” Ashton started screaming, this was tormenting, stuff that. “Let her push nurse, she can’t handle this anymore,” I said demanding, this isn’t me but it has to be down. The nurse quickly grabbed gloves on and all the other doctors surrounding her, “Alright sweetheart, 1….. 2……. 3……PUSH!!”  Ashton began to push and scream, “come on baby, you can do this,” she is squeezing my hand hard, pushing the little bubba out as hard she can, “almost there,” the nurse and doctors had pointed out. Oh my gosh, I hear crying, “come on baby one more push,”  she pushes and screams and then collapses, “I give up,” she said crying, and there she is, our beautiful baby girl she’s done it! Proud father moment right there. The nurse took the baby in a towel to clean up the icky and what not, she looks really tired, the nurse gave me the child and I walked over to Ashton, she showed me a weak smile, a smile that I’m not used to, “babe, are you okay,” she couldn’t see anything, what was wrong with her. The doctor came in and gave her a little check-up. Ashton skin color has changed; her eyes are closed, “what’s happening!!!” I yelled out, “Mr Bieber, please step outside,”

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