Love and Be loved

What happens when an 18 year old girl gets pregnant, ditched, and hit on again by her boyfriend, then ex-boyfriend? Well, it happened to Refia Snow, and now... She is loved by the one who could ruin both her and her unborn child's lives.


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Terrified, and Beautiful Love


            I couldn’t call Stella, not yet. I called my mom at her job and told her and she just was quiet. I decided to call Brecken and have him come over. He was there in 15 minutes and he just thought I wasn’t ready to meet his parents. “It’s alright if you don’t want to meet them love. Don’t worry, we will stay together. Forever.” I smiled and thought about our child growing inside me. “Brecken, I have something to tell you. I am pregnant. Your child is growing inside me as we speak.” I looked at him and his face was expressionless. Then…

“YOU’RE WHAT?! I DON’T WANT A CHILD! I CAN’T BE WITH SOME WHORE WHO IS PREGNANT! YOU’RE GOING TO GET FAT! I CAN’T BE WITH A FAT BITCH!” I didn’t hear the rest of it because he slapped me, and I was crying. “Brecken please!” I begged, tears streaming down my face. “I didn’t plan this!” I kept going, hoping he was joking. “Shut up you whore just shut UP! I’m leaving. Don’t come looking for me, don’t follow me, and DON’T CALL ME THAT THINGS FATHER!” and he ran out slamming my door. I couldn’t see straight. I couldn’t think. I craved company, just not Stella’s. I needed someone to hold me. It came to me. Mr. Taylor gave me his number for if I needed some help with the French kids. I dialed it. “Hello?” “Mr. Taylor, its Refia. I really need someone to talk to. Do you think we could meet or something? Please?” My voice broke. “Refia, are you OK? I can’t meet anywhere, but I could come get you and bring you over here. Would that be fine?” I nodded, and then remembered I was on the phone. “Yeah, that’s fine. Thank you.” “You’re welcome. I’ll be there soon.” I hung up.

DING DONG! My doorbell went off. I jumped, seeing as I was just sitting on the living room still crying silently. I ran and got the door, and there was Mr. Taylor in a tight fitted black t-shirt and some sweatpants. He looked amazing even though it was plain. He took one look at me and came in with no invitation. “What’s wrong Refia? What happened? Why do you have a bruise on your face? “I breathed slowly. “Mr. Taylor…” He looked at me, “Just call me Samm.” This was getting weird.  “OK, Samm. I would rather not talk here if I had a choice…  Could we just leave this house? Please?” He nodded, and hesitantly grabbed my hand and I clutched it. I needed his comfort and it was nice and warm and soft for a man’s hand. We drove to his house, and I couldn’t help but wonder why he had such a small house. “It’s not much, but its home.” He said sheepishly. It was cute though. We went and sat on his couch, and I was scared to sit or touch anything because it was so clean. I leant back on the couch, and felt the tears swell in my eyes again as I thought about it.

“What’s going on Refia?” Samm asked me. I turned towards him to find him looking at me with that longing back in his eyes. “Well, I found out today that I was pregnant and I told Brecken, and he screamed at me, calling me a whore and bitch and that this was a bastard child and that I’m a slut and that we weren’t together anymore because I’d get fat and he didn’t want a fat person and then he slapped me. That’s how I got the bruise on my face.” I was crying again, a little. “HE WHAT?!” I have never heard him yell before and it scared me. “Refia, you are beautiful. He doesn’t deserve you. Don’t listen to him. You don’t need to be with a jerk like that. You need to be with someone who would love you… Someone like…” He broke off suddenly. “Mr. erm Samm. I know I’m your student, but please, just help distract me from the pain. Please. I need something to help me.” He looked conflicted for a second, then the longing took over I guess, because he cocked his head to the side, and leant forward until his lips pressed against mine. From there, it was like fire coursing through my veins. He pushed me backwards so I was lying underneath him on his couch and felt his hands go under the bottom of my shirt. 

He pulled away. “Refia I’m your teacher. We can’t…” He didn’t get any farther because I held up my hand saying, “No. Just for now, forget that we are teacher and student. Forget that I am underage. Right now, I am a girl that is hurting, and you are the man I trusted with the remainder of my heart to help me get better.” Samm agreed because he pushed me back on the couch and kept kissing me, never breaking it, even when his soft hands were caressing my breasts. Pulling back again, he asked me what I planned on doing with the child when it was born, and I had my mind made up already. “Adoption.” I said. Never will I have an abortion but I didn’t want the child when I was in high school. He didn’t say anything, just kept holding me softly, trailing kisses down my face.

“Refia, you don’t know how long I have wanted this do you?” Samm asked me when we finally were heading back towards my house. I shook my head because I didn’t. “Since you joined my class 2 years ago. You were a freshman and you came into my room all shy and everything. You were beautiful. Your face was red and tear streaked like it is now, and you were wearing a pink dog shirt with a white skirt and heels. I thought you were strangely beautiful, but that you would never want someone like me because you’re beautiful and talented as I found out later that day.” We were at my house and my parents still weren’t home. “Samm, would you erm… would you like to come inside for a while?” I asked nervously. It was almost 6:30 and I was starving. He looked conflicted, but then made up his mind and unbuckled his seat belt.

I started to get out and he gave me a look and jogged over to my side of the car and held it open for me. That was so sweet; I never had a guy do that for me. I grabbed my key out of my pocket and opened my front door and flicked on the hall light, lighting up my blood red hallway. “Are you hungry Samm?” I asked. He didn’t answer, so I turned around and he was busy looking at me like I was a prize. “I am, a little, just not very hungry for food.” He said that he wanted me… ME!! “Have you tried spaghetti with cheese sauce?” I asked. It’s my specialty. He shook his head so I grabbed his hand and pulled him down the hall; my house is very confusing.

            I heard the wind pick up and soon it started to rain. Making it to the kitchen finally, I went to the fridge and got the ingredients to make my spaghetti. Mr. Taylor sat there and looked at me while I moved about the kitchen. I turned on the radio and started singing along to Pinks “Blow me one last kiss” and dancing while I made my cheese sauce. I turned around and he was staring at me laughing silently. “You look beautiful when you are singing and cooking.” He laughed out. Getting off his chair, he came over to me while I was by the stove; he took my face in his hands and brought his mouth down towards mine. Again, I felt the fireworks and felt my body lean into him. His tongue ran over my bottom lip asking for the permission to enter and I gave it to him, feeling his flavor in my mouth. He broke the kiss and, still holding my face, smiled and whispered, “That was the best one yet.” I smiled back and pushed him back into his chair. “The food is almost ready just give me 2 minutes.” And I turned my back on him and put the spaghetti and cheese together adding my secret ingredient and grabbing the plates out of the cabinet.

I dished up our plates and grabbed some forks and set one down in front of Mr. Taylor and went to the other side of the square table closest to him and set my plate down. I looked at him expectantly, and he laughed and took the first bite. His eyes widened and he swallowed. “Wow, Refia, you can really cook! This is delicious!”  I laughed and started eating. We finished our food in silence and then he got up and said, “Well Refia, I better get going seeing as we have school tomorrow. I walked him to the door and opened it. It was pouring outside. He turned around and put his hands on my waist and kissed me again, short and sweet. “Remember, I’m Mr. Taylor in school and you’ll be seeing me 3 times tomorrow, I’m taking over for your Calculus teacher because she is going to go get married.”  Then he ran out of the door into his car waiting in my driveway.

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