Four years ago, at seventeen years old, Katrina Burke was madly in love. Until her relationship with eighteen year old Justin Bieber became abusive. Not even a year later, at eighteen years old, Katrina ran. At first she'd thought it was a good idea, but when she found out she was pregnant with Justin's child, her life became even more troubled and twisted. Now, at twenty-one, Katrina's life is good. She has a great job, a nice place to stay, and a beautiful three year old daughter named Camryn. Everything is perfect until a certain someone comes into her life again, ready to show her how much he's changed.
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20. Chapter 19

It's been a month since everything fell down for the second time, and I still feel like my life is the hardest it's ever been. I started working again the day after Justin left, and to be honest, it was difficult. So difficult, in fact, that I almost got fired again. I had been sitting at my desk all day doing nothing, but when I told Greg, he understood. 

Now I was on a week's break, because I had been complaining about feeling sick, which was the truth, but I also wanted to be alone for a little bit. My stomach was turning and I was so nauseous and dizzy. When I would just stand I felt like fainting. But I blamed all this sickness because of Justin leaving. 

Greg was completely generous by offering to take Camryn for the week that I was off because if I can't  even manage to handle myself, it would be impossible to manage a hyper and cheery four year old. I felt guilty for my decision but I didn't want to make Camryn suffer also and I hadn't told her about Justin leaving us yet. She only thinks he's on a business trip and it kills me not to tell her but I just can't let her think he's just in and out of her life. 




It's currently Tuesday and I'm laying on the couch staring at the ceiling hoping everything will stop spinning around me. But it wasn't working to well for me. So I tried closing my eyes for a second but that only made the nausea worst which lead to me sprinting for the bathroom and puking my guts out. 

I couldn't help but think about how much I wished Justin was here to sooth me, rub my back, and hold up my hair while I felt like this. I wish he cared about me and not left me alone with our daughter and a note loaded with bullshit. 

I hugged my knees and just let the tears escape. There was nothing good about my life right now. I felt horrible, my only source of happiness I can't take care of at the moment, and my mysterious and hurtful in every way love left me. I haven't felt this bad since I was pregnant with Camryn. That one little thought came with so much worry and weight on my shoulders.

My eyes widened with shock. 


This can't be happening right now. 


I quickly got up and speed walked to my calender. I tried my hardest to ignore the sickness feeling but it wasn't hard since my mind was on something else at the moment. I scanned the calender before dropping to my feet and hugging my knees. 

I was two weeks late. 

As history repeats itself I'm alone, depressed, and most likely pregnant by the same son of a bitch. 

I take a deep breath before getting up and putting on a hoodie and jeans and walking out to my car. Once I started it I sped off down to the quickest drug store. 

Once I walked in I heard the little bell on the door ring making me groan in annoyance. I walked down to the isle of the pregnancy test and picked up three different brands that look very trust worthy before making my way down to the register. 

There was a blonde lady with many wrinkles on her face and yellow teeth. Walking up to her I was greeted by the strong smell of tobacco and bubble gum making my stomach turn even more. I was praying I wouldn't barf right in front of her. 

"What can I get for you today?" Her very raspy voice greeted me with a big grin. 

I sent her my best fake smile back before placing the pregnancy test on the counter. She saw and instantly frowned. 

"Kids these days." She muttered to herself but I was still able to catch it. 

"I'm 21 thank you with a four year old and a very loyal boyfriend. Just ring up the damn test." I muttered telling the halfway truth. 

The cashier blushed out of embarrassment before telling me my total. I slammed the cash on the counter before muttering keep the change then quickly walking back to the car and spending away to the house. 


Now here I am in my bathroom upstairs sitting on the tub waiting 5 minutes for the sticks to do there things. 

I sighed putting my hand in my hands. If these test turn out the way I think they are I'm going to be in deep shit. I'll have two kids to support without a father. And I'll have to work hard not to be so depressed because I would do anything to keep my babies happy and healthy. 

The timer on my phone woke me up from my thoughts. I took a deep breathe before walking over to the test in the sink. Two lines for positve. One line for negative. I shut my eyes tightly before opening them as they landed on the first test. 



I winced before letting my eyes wander to the other two sticks. 





"Dammit." I screamed out of frustration before throwing one of the empty boxes.


At this point I knew as much as I love Justin Bieber, I hate him ten times worst. 

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