Another sharp pang to your stomach left ignored. anda had been having contractions for the past week now, but nothing seemed to be happening.
anda were at the Curtis house; waiting for Soda to get utama from work. Ponyboy had been watching anda for today, making sure anda “didn’t overwork yourself” and “was smart.”
The pain struck anda again, and anda just groan. “Baby Grace anda are early. anda aren’t supposed to come out for another two weeks. You’re annoying me.” anda talk to the bulge in your belly.
“(Y/N), are anda ok?” Ponyboy asks from his bedroom.
“I’m fine.” anda answer back, turning your attention back to Mickey tetikus on TV. All of a sudden anda really wanted some Chocolate milk.
“Hey Ponyboy, can anda get me some Chocolate milk… Please?” anda ask from the couch.
He walks from his room to the kitchen, opens the fridge, and pulls out the gallon of milk. He starts to get a glass, but anda stop him.
“Just bring me the whole carton.” anda wave him over.
“Just don’t get sick… I won’t be able to hear the end of it from Soda,” he says as he hands anda the carton. anda unscrew the lid and gulp.
Another pang hits you, this one different from all the others.
anda spit out the milk, like a bad spit take.
“Ponyboy we need to go.”
The look of pure panic crept onto his face.
“Go where?” He asked, eyes wide.
“The hospital. Like now.”
“I can’t drive!” Ponyboy says, starting to pace.
“And I can’t walk!” anda say.
“Oh my god, what are we gonna do?” He asks.
“I don’t know, you’re the one supposed to be taking care of… Owwww.” anda clutch your stomach.
“Ok… Uhh let me call someone to come and get us.” He runs to the phone.
anda wince as another contraction hits.
anda might just be having a baby on the couch.
anda were at the Curtis house; waiting for Soda to get utama from work. Ponyboy had been watching anda for today, making sure anda “didn’t overwork yourself” and “was smart.”
The pain struck anda again, and anda just groan. “Baby Grace anda are early. anda aren’t supposed to come out for another two weeks. You’re annoying me.” anda talk to the bulge in your belly.
“(Y/N), are anda ok?” Ponyboy asks from his bedroom.
“I’m fine.” anda answer back, turning your attention back to Mickey tetikus on TV. All of a sudden anda really wanted some Chocolate milk.
“Hey Ponyboy, can anda get me some Chocolate milk… Please?” anda ask from the couch.
He walks from his room to the kitchen, opens the fridge, and pulls out the gallon of milk. He starts to get a glass, but anda stop him.
“Just bring me the whole carton.” anda wave him over.
“Just don’t get sick… I won’t be able to hear the end of it from Soda,” he says as he hands anda the carton. anda unscrew the lid and gulp.
Another pang hits you, this one different from all the others.
anda spit out the milk, like a bad spit take.
“Ponyboy we need to go.”
The look of pure panic crept onto his face.
“Go where?” He asked, eyes wide.
“The hospital. Like now.”
“I can’t drive!” Ponyboy says, starting to pace.
“And I can’t walk!” anda say.
“Oh my god, what are we gonna do?” He asks.
“I don’t know, you’re the one supposed to be taking care of… Owwww.” anda clutch your stomach.
“Ok… Uhh let me call someone to come and get us.” He runs to the phone.
anda wince as another contraction hits.
anda might just be having a baby on the couch.
I had it all ready.
My parents wouldn’t care.
It would be a blessing for me to be gone.
I take a deep breath and take a final look in the mirror. My dark skin. Even darker eyes. The black hair I could never keep back. The scar on my cheek.
I run a hand through my hair, exhale, and open the mirror to see the different bottles of pills glaring at me; tempting me.
It would hurt the least. Less than the blade. But it might take longer. The rope would be quicker.
I reach for a bottle, twist the cap, and pour a few pills in my hand. I take another bottle and do the same.
I take a look at the drugs in my hand. I sigh, tilt my head back, and drop the pills in my mouth.
“JOHNNY!” I heard my drunk mother screech.
I spit the pills back into my hands.
I wouldn’t do this in front of my mother. Even though she was awful, she still is my mom. Im still her son.
My parents wouldn’t care.
It would be a blessing for me to be gone.
I take a deep breath and take a final look in the mirror. My dark skin. Even darker eyes. The black hair I could never keep back. The scar on my cheek.
I run a hand through my hair, exhale, and open the mirror to see the different bottles of pills glaring at me; tempting me.
It would hurt the least. Less than the blade. But it might take longer. The rope would be quicker.
I reach for a bottle, twist the cap, and pour a few pills in my hand. I take another bottle and do the same.
I take a look at the drugs in my hand. I sigh, tilt my head back, and drop the pills in my mouth.
“JOHNNY!” I heard my drunk mother screech.
I spit the pills back into my hands.
I wouldn’t do this in front of my mother. Even though she was awful, she still is my mom. Im still her son.
“Oh?” anda ask.
“Yeah… Uh anda know.” He shrugs.
“I don’t know,” anda laugh.
“You’ll see,” he grins.
anda walk into his room, and your jaw drops.
Your panties were all on his floor.
“Oh my god Dally!” anda say.
“You obviously didn’t get the message.” He says laughing.
anda look closer at the piles of your underwear. It spells out “PROM?”
“Oh my god,” anda laugh.
“Is that a yes?” He grins.
“Yes!” anda say still laughing.
“I just need anda to help me out with something…”
“What?” anda ask.
“I’m missing the dot under the soalan mark…”