My New Neighbor

I was told I was getting a new neighbor. Just not told when. Not told who either. I don't know if it's a girl or boy. I was only told I was getting a new neighbor. My name is Nicole. Nicki for short. My best friend's name is Cynthia. I also live in England. I'm 16 years old. My parents died in a plane crash. I live with Cynthia.


13. Baby ________________

    It's been a couple months. Harry is being abusive to me. The baby might be dead, I don't know. He hits my stomach and I have scars all over my body. I keep telling Cyn to talk to Louis and rescue me but she doesn't text back. I stay in my room and starve until Harry knocks out. Then I leave and get some food. But I'm almost out of money.

    I sat on my bed crying. "LET MEH IN!!!!!!" I heard his voice. "NO!" I yelled. "Let me in you dirty slut." He said and I opened my window. "NO, Harry I'm sick of you being abusive to me. It's either you stop or I'm killing myself." I said and there was a long silence. "I'm sorry, I have been acting weird. Can you forgive me?" He said and I grabbed my cracked phone. It was ready to call 911. I got out of my room and saw his face.

    "Don't touch me. You see the number on my phone." He looked at my phone. "You think that scares me?" He grabbed my phone but I already clicked call. "911 what's your emergency?" The lady said. "Help! Help! My boyfriend!" I yelled but Harry threw my phone. It fell to pieces. "Harry, please." I said but he licked his lips. "DO YOU EVEN WANT TO KNOW YOUR KID?" I yelled. I grabbed his keys and ran out the door.

     I got in his car and drove to Louis' house. When I got there Cynthia ran out and hugged me. "Why didn't you text me?" She said scared. "My phone has been broke by the asshole." Louis ran out. "What the heck why are you here?" I looked at him nervously. "Harry. Harry has been.........." I tried to say. "Say it!" Louis yelled. "ABUSIVE!!!!!!!" I yelled he grabbed my arm and pulled me inside.

   He pulled me into a hug as I sobbed. "The baby." He said. "I know!" I yelled. "You do know its his, right?" He said making me look at him. "No one else really touched you." I looked at him. "OH REALLY." I yelled. "Yea!" I turned around and saw Cynthia. "Lets take you to the doctor." I groaned. I HATE THE DOCTOR.

   In the car we talked. "Cynthia." I said looking at her. "Yes?" I smiled. "Either this baby is alive or not. Every child of mine is your god child." She smiled. "I would cry but I'm driving, thank you!" She yelled and hugged me. I smiled. Soon we arrived and I had Pain. "Cynthia! The baby doesn't like the doctor!"

     We got in. "Name?" The lady asked Cynthia. "Nicole." She smiled. "So you were the nice girl that I told no girl in the hospital's name is Nicole." Cynthia smiled. "Right down the hall." She said and we walked down the hall. 

    "Ahhhhh Nicole so your pregnant?" I nodded. "At the age of sixteen?" I was pissed. Yeah so why if I'm young?!?!?!?! "Reminds me of my daughter. Her name is Jordayn." I thought. There was a girl at school who was sixteen and pregnant. "Is her name Jordayn Gotryn?" I asked and he nodded. "How do you know?" I smiled. "She was my friend when we were small."

      The doctor says the baby is alive. Not in good condition, but alive. "Your baby is ready to be born in 3 months!" I smiled. "Do you want to know if your baby is a boy or a girl?" I smiled and looked at Cynthia. "Your baby is a................" He said. "SAY IT!!!!!" Cynthia yelled. "Your baby is a girl." I smiled. "Yes!!!!!" I yelled. "Just what I wanted!" Everyone laughed.

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