A lot can happen in 9 months

I sat on the edge of the bathtub. My mind constantly thinking, not giving me a moment of serenity. 5 minutes had gone by, it was time. This is it. This is the time where my life either changes or I get a chance to better myself.

I got up off of the bathtub and walked to the counter. I picked it up and read it aloud.

“Pregnant, 2-3 weeks”

My heart sank.


1. The new start in london


My name is Zoe Steen. Yes I know strange last name but I didn't get to pick it did I? I am 18 and I live in London, England. I was born and raised in Cheshire, England I wanted to move to London to “explore” my options.

I moved here about a month ago after a nasty break up with my ex. His name is Craig. Craig was a sweet heart when we started dating but things turned ugly. He got loud and abusive. He would yell and scream at me for no reason. The first time he hit me, we were drunk. I refused to have sex with him he got made and the rest is history. The tenth time was during foreplay, he was getting too rough for my taste and I tried to push him off of me. He didn’t like me “emasculating” him so he hit me. He has done worse.

After we broke up I needed to get out of my town so my mother decided she would loan me some money to rent a place in downtown London. I come from a family with money. But I’ve never wanted it. I feel wrong taking money so I always pay it back. My father is one of the men who guard the Queen and Royal Family. So he gets paid a pretty penny.

Anyway, today I start looking for a job. I am going to college to be a publicist but I highly doubt anyone is hiring a college student anyway. I’m thinking of working as a personal assistant. I would like that. I just hope my boss isn't some kind of pervert.

This morning I woke up, feeling quite sick. I couldn’t stay in bed another day I had to get up and look for work. I had to. My days always start with Tea, Yorkshire Tea to be exact. I love it, I could drink it 24/7. I grabbed the paper off of my mat outside of my flat door. I grabbed my Tea and sat down.

Wanted: Assistant for young male, 20 years old. Someone to help with appointments and everyday errands. Please call 0-1234-5678, to book a meeting.

“Hmm. I just might check that out. I call the number now” I said to myself. I tend to talk to myself a lot. I think it’s what keeps me sane.

“Hello, yes I am calling for the assistant job...okay...yes thank you...okay great I will see you tomorrow at 9:30am...thank you again. Good day.” I hung up the phone.

“That was easy” once again talking to myself. “Now I better find something to wear for tomorrow.”

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