Chapter 1

Hi. My name is Anne Jones and this is the story of my life. The story doesn't begin at my birth or one or other special birthday or something like that but way way back, back to where my biological parents met, the troubles and roadblocks in their way that influenced my life from the start of my breath and subsequently my life journey as consequence to my biological mothers decision.

Well let's get started.

Elizabeth's P.O.V (Anne's Biological mother)

I met the love of my life. We have been together for 6 months and it is just amazing. He is just amazing. We fell in love and I fall more in love every time I see him. Life is just great... although my mum doesn't seem to agree with my point of view of Arnold. You see he is a little older than me. I am only sixteen and he is already twenty two. My mum feels that he is only in my life for one thing and she believes that once he has gotten what he is after he will be dropping me like a hot potato and scurrying off to go and enjoy the rest of his life, leaving me alone if there would be problematic consequences.  I don't believe he is like this but my mum told me that I am just naive and that I should get rid of him. I don't want to but no amount of talking to my mom and explaining that he isn't like that is helping so I just dropped it all together. Fighting over the same thing each and every time was starting to grow old. I

get that she just wants to protect me but it's not needed from Arnold.

I still remember the day we met as if it happened yesterday. It was love at first sight.

Flashback

I walked into the coffee shop to order my favourite cappuccino flavour of the month, No judging.. they bring out so many new great flavours that it's hard to keep just one favourite. There were no open tables left to sit at but there were a few open chairs where I

could share a table with some other people. I looked around to find the perfect and the most non-creepy place. That's when my eyes landed on Arnold sitting at a two seater table typing away on his laptop. Having decided at the time that this is where I would like to sit. I went over there and asked if he would mind.

When he looked up it was love at first sight. Work and homework forgotten we talked for hours until the shop owners chased us out as they wanted to close the shop. Arnold dropped me off at home after we exchanged cell phone numbers and promised that we would soon meet again.

End of Flashback

And meet again we did...

One afternoon we made plans to meet at our favourite coffee shop and later on went to his house. As we arrived at his house he opened the car door for me like always and we both went into the house. I went to sit on the couch as we were going to have a movie night and he went to the kitchen to make us something hot to drink. He came and joined me on the couch with the steaming cups of

coffee and some snacks. A little while into the movie we started making out and that ended bad.

I woke up the next morning still at his house, in his bed and I was naked. Panicking I got up and started getting my clothes and getting dressed. I really needed to get back home before mum notices my absence. I started remembering what happened last night and this only made me rush more to get dressed and out of here before Arnold wakes up.

A little while later

As I got home I thankfully saw that mum's car wasn't in the driveway. Remembering that she said something about visiting a faraway relative or aunt or something. At least she wasn't with her slimy boyfriend again.

I rushed inside and stripped out of all my clothes taking the longest shower of my life. Trying to wash everything that happened last night from my memory and from existence. After what felt like hours I got out and dressed in my fluffy pink pajamas and got into bed trying to get some sleep.

BUT...

He just keeps on calling me. I'm not ready to talk to him at the moment. I'm sixteen for goodness sake. I'm not... I'm... I'm not supposed to be losing my virginity and having sex. Stopping the tears wasn't going to happen so I just let them fall.

Over the next few weeks the calls got less and less until they completely stopped. We still messaged every now and then but I wasn't comfortable with going anywhere with him at the moment. He must have gotten busy with work as I had gotten busy with school as the messages seemed to stop all together. I still loved him, that can't be taken away it's just that I was feeling so guilty about what happened between us. Mum of course had questions when I started staying home more and not going out as frequently as I had before. Luckily that was easily dismissible with lame excuses because she would most probably not be looking into it as that would be wasting precious time she could be spending with her flavour of the month.

I went on with my life as much as could have been possible until my regular period never showed up. I'm never late as in never, not even a day. This could only mean one thing. This is exactly what I was trying to not happen to me. Especially not at the age I

currently am. I didn't want to be the stupid girl who had sex and got pregnant at sixteen.

But it looks like fate had other ideas for me.