I'll Never Be Enough

I'm Cassandra, I'm 17 and pregnant. I didn't choose to get pregnant, when I told my mom she told me to pack my stuff and get the hell out of her house. She's always told me that I'll never be enough for someone because of my severe depression, high anxiety, and anger issues. For some reason, I've always believed her, especially now since I have no one.
Until I go to my Aunt Amber's house. And fall in love? With my rapist? Maybe, maybe not read to find out.


1. My Oh So Abusive Mother


Cassandra's POV.


I woke up not knowing where I was, I looked around the room I was in and I don't know who's it is. I tried to sit up but when I did I saw a arm around my waist and a boy laying beside me. I very quietly moved his arm from around my waist and got out of the bed, I started searching for my clothes when the boy came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist,

"where do you think you're going, angel?" the boy asked me. I could feel the tears starting to add up in my tear-ducks.

"I have to go." I said, sucking in the tears that are threatening to spill.


"I have to be places, and plus my mom might or might not be worried. plus if I leave now instead of later I might dodge a beating from my mother." eh, why not just tell a complete stranger my problem at home, not like I'll see him again.

"hmm, you don't have to leave at all, you know?"

"um, I have to go. Sorry." I said then removed the boys arms and kept up the search for my clothes.

* * *

Once I was home I opened the door to a empty house. I walked into the kitchen and saw a note on the counter, I picked up the note and read it.



I went out to get some cocaine, while I'm gone you need to clean the whole house from top to bottom. And after that you need to cook lunch or supper, which ever.

Yours truly, your darling mother.'

Ha! Darling mother my ass! The word bitch doesn't even began to describe her!


After I cleaned the house from top to bottom I got started on cooking dinner. My mom never really cooks so I have to, but I'm not complaining I absolutely love cooking for people. 

I got done cooking around 6:30 pm. Since my mom wasn't home yet I grabbed a plate and filled it with food. When I filled the plate with food I went to the table and sat down. When I was done eating my mother came bursting through the doors.

"Cassandra! I'm home!" my mom shouted from the living room.

"In the kitchen!" I yelled back. a few seconds later my mom came in, she smelled of cigarettes and alcohol.

"I see you cleaned the house like I said, and you cooked."

"yep." I said, then got up and put my plate in the sink.

"So where were you this morning?"

"I don't exactly know." I said.

"What happened?" she asked.

"A guy-" I was interrupted by my mom slapping me in the face.

"Slut! That's what you are a slut! Letting a guy use your body!" she slapped me again before she walked out of the house and drove off somewhere.

* * *

That night when I was in my room getting ready for bed when I found my razor. I know it's wrong and I haven't cut myself in five months, but I didn't care. I put the blade to my skin and slid the blade across my skin a few times before I got up and went to the bathroom to wash up the blood.

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