We went back to my house to start moving some of my stuff to a storage building, since my apartment wasn't ready yet and my uncle was dead set on getting the house sold sooner, rather than later.
I wasn't allowed to do much as Michael, James and Jordan loaded up vehicles full of my crap to take to the building I had rented. The big furniture that couldn't go with us I had put little signs on them with a price for an estate sale that I was going to do.On my mom's orders, I even put to sell a whole bunch of her designer purses and shoes. A bunch of this money was going to help with our move and with mom's continued rehab after she got out of jail.We would hold the sale over the weekend before the real estate agent would start having open houses for the place. I continued to put prices on things as they took sh*t to storage. My stuff was going to be taken to James' house until my apartment was ready.When they were done for the day and we went backWe were about halfway moved into my apartment. I had most of my stuff and James had some of his stuff moved in. I felt kind of giddy, knowing that I had a place to myself and James was going to stay with me. I looked around at all of the boxes and grinned. I ran a hand over my belly and felt our baby kick and I grinned.She was beginning to be more active and even James was beginning to feel her move around. We still were a week away from her appointment with the heart specialist, so I was still worried about that, but moving got my mind off of it for the most part."Where do you want this box?" Jordan wiped some sweat off of his forehead with his arm and held up a box that simply said my name. I sighed. James had marked all of my stuff with my name and all of my mom's stuff with hers, but I found kitchen stuff in one of my boxes, so I didn't even know anymore. "Anywhere will be fine."He went to the small living room and placed that bo
Spontaneous abortion. That's what they were calling what happened to my baby. The mild cramps, the peeing myself, the back pain, all of it was my body telling me that my baby was no longer alive. Or maybe it was telling me to save it. Either way, guilt was the foremost feeling I had. I lay in the hospital bed and stared up at the ceiling with stinging eyes. I had cried so hard when they told me and now I couldn't even cry anymore. I cried myself dry. I should have told James I didn't feel good. I should have just gone to the doctor as soon as I started feeling those minuscule cramps. I thought hard about the last movements I felt from her and hated myself for not knowing. I hated myself for letting her die. James squeezed my hand, but I couldn't even look him in the face. He had cried a little, but he didn't know how bad it was. He didn't know that I probably could have prevented it. I took my hand from his and wiped at
When they released me later, I walked slowly, feeling my stomach cramp up as I walked. James wrapped his arm around my waist and walked with me slowly. Marlene had sent one of the other teenagers to the apartment for some extra clothes for me, so I was wearing a pair of James grey sweatpants and a sweatshirt that I had brought with me from school.I couldn't even remember where I had gotten it, but James said I had been clutching it when the EMTs had wheeled me out.I laid in the backseat of Marlene's van with my head in James' lap as she took us home to the apartment. Jordan or Justice had already driven James' car home, so we didn't have to go back.Once at home, Marlene moved around the apartment, trying to find comfortable blankets and other stuff that was still lost in the mess of boxes we had. James helped me lay down in bed and while she flitted around, I pretended to go to sleep so that I didn't have to talk to anyone. It was during the b
The days slogged on slowly. After two days of staying home, I was allowed back at school but it was so hard. People looked at me and whispered about me and what happened.My breasts leaked with milk, which surprised the sh*t out of me when I woke up one morning with sore breasts that were hard as rocks. So, I had to wear breast pads at school and had to change them out every so often because my breasts would start leaking randomly. I reeked of milk by the end of my first day back and when I got home, I had to take a long hot shower to make them decompress.James tried his hardest to keep up with my mood swings and I honestly felt so bad for being sh*tty to him, but I couldn't help myself. I would cry randomly for no reason and most times I just wanted to sleep.Chloe would come from time to time and try to keep me company, but it was hard listening to her talk about mindless gossip about Alicia and Dexter and how they broke up again because he was caught c
It was still hard going through day to day sh*t without thinking about her. To help us out, we decided to name her, so that we would stop calling her 'the baby'. We went through a lot of names. It was mentally exhausting, because none of them felt right. And I also knew that I didn't want to remember her by giving her a name I would hate later on.I imagined her looking like James more than myself. I imagined his pale skin and his big, beautiful blue eyes and nothing from me. I just couldn't see it in my mind. And it was only during a trip to the grocery store when we were passing the little bouquets of flowers by the front of the store that I saw a flower that caught my eye.It was a beautiful swan white color with a tinge of pink on the outer parts of the petals. The petals were long and dropped down, showing a beautiful inside. I picked up the bouquet of lilies and showed James. He looked at the flowers and smiled. "They're beautiful." He commented. I
It seemed like time just began to fly by after our Valentine's date. Days passed by in school and I was slowly starting to fail, even with James' help because I had missed too much and my mind was on other things. I floated through every class as if I were on autopilot and only absorbed the fact that I couldn't focus on anything. I tried. I tried to sit through my classes and pay attention, but my mind was pulled elsewhere, to different topics in my brain. My baby. My boyfriend. My mom. She was set to be released soon and while I dreaded it, I was also hoping that seeing her as the changed woman she claimed to be would help me regain the person I was before everything started to go to sh*t around me. James, while not outwardly showing how messed up he was by the miscarriage, was struggling with it too. The mindf*ck of knowing we were going to be parents and it all being yanked out from under us was hard to swallow. He did
The rest of the school day went as slow as ever, but when I met him outside in the parking lot, I got those familiar butterflies I used to get when I saw him. He was leaning against the driver's side of his car, staring down at his phone. He was tall and his hair hung in his eyes. He pushed his glasses up slightly as he read and pressed his lips together.He wasn't classicly handsome. If anything, he looked half emo, half nerd, but he had a certain charm about him that drew me to him like a moth to flame. I had lost that for a little bit after the miscarriage, but now that I was resolved on what I was going to do, I felt it come back in full force.I stood in front of him and kicked at his shoe lightly. "You ready?""Yeah, you up for dinner at my mom's?""Sure. What are we having?""F*ck if I know, but it beats the sh*t out of cooking, so I'm all for it."He glanced up at me and his breath hitched as I grinned at him. He put his
James Things seemed to have shifted after Kelly had agreed to move with me to Massachusetts. The first thing is that the sex was out of this f*cking world wild. It was almost hard to keep up with her sex drive. If she wasn't already on birth control, I would have thought she was trying to get pregnant. It was so much that we had even started f*cking in school. She would text me in the middle of class to meet her in a Janitor's closet or a bathroom and like the sex-crazed hormonal teenager I was, I was right there for it. We f*cked in school, at the grocery store, clothes shopping at the mall, in my car in a parking lot. You name it, we probably already did it there. Another thing that had shifted was her mood. She perked up a lot since we lost Lily, but it wasn't like before. Her smiles were dimmer than they had been before and she laughed a lot less and with less mirth, but I felt like she was trying. She was trying to be
I have found myself to be more relaxed than I have ever been before and it all has to do with Liam. I go to school and because my schedule for work is so different now, I actually have time to study. I have lunches with him almost every day and when I'm off and he comes home, I'm deliriously happy.It feels almost too good to be true, which is the scariest part. I feel like here lately I've been too happy and something sh*tty is about to come around the corner and bite me in the ass. And I wait for it. I may be comfortable, but it doesn't mean that I'm not waiting for my happiness to turn to ashes in my mouth.Until then, I'm enjoying just being with him. When his stuff arrives from Boston I unpack most of it while he's at work after school. I hang up his expensive looking suits and fill the bathroom vanity with all of his toiletries. I'm happy seeing my space being shared by someone I care about. I'm excited and also scared of the future that is coming o
LiamIt's done. Everything to do with my parents and my old life is finished. I'm home. It's exactly how it feels, laying next to a sleeping Kelly, watching her chest rise and fall underneath her sheets.I have an important interview in the morning, but I'm too wired to sleep. I had been at the airport when I had talked to Kelly before she went to work and although I was tired as hell, especially after ravaging my beautiful woman, I couldn't sleep.Seeing her walk into the club in the lacy lingerie had me wired. She was sexy as hell, I knew that, but seeing her in action at work, even before I paid for six dances, there was no denying that she was a goddess. I smile at the memory of her shoving my money back in my hand as soon as we get home. "I didn't dance for you, so you take it back." "I don't care, Kelly. Keep it. It's from your job.""Ew. No. It makes me feel icky if you pay for me to do stuff for you. I like giving it to
Leaving Liam this time was hard. We were so close now, closer than ever to not have to do this anymore. But I ugly cried in the SUV when it was time to say goodbye. I mean, snot and tears and everything. It was bad. And Liam, who was usually so put together and happy go lucky teared up as well."It's okay, Kel. I'll be there soon. I've got some loose ends to tie up, but don't worry. I'll be in Vegas before you know it. I promise."And so I got on my plane alone and went back home. I started getting ready for Liam's arrival as soon as I did. I would go to class and instead of hitting the gym, I started organizing my closet and taking clothes and shoes out to donate. I made drawer space and cleaned out my spare bedroom to give him a special surprise.I ordered some office furniture so that if he wanted to, he could work from home as soon as he found himself something here. Did I tell him about it?No. I was afraid that if I did, he would tell me I was doing too much but I was just excit
Liam and I sat on the floor of his apartment with our gifts in front of us. After our laughing fit in the car, we came inside and neither of us really knew what to say or do.I felt guilty as hell for everything that happened at his parents house. I felt selfish because I didn't want to let him go and I felt responsible for him losing his job and his family. I just...I didn't feel good at all. I mean, I loved that he defended me. It made me feel..I felt loved. I felt like someone really cared for me and it felt like for the first time ever that I was chosen first.But of course, I felt guilty for wanting to be first. I chose my mom over James. Even when she was a raging b*tch, I still chose her. I wanted to choose James, but I didn't. Liam chose me. He chose me. I had no idea why. I mean, yeah, we were together, but...he was losing a lot. He didn't even have a job. He didn't have his parents anymore and it was all my fault. I stared down at my g
We went last-minute Christmas shopping. Despite me being here, his parents still wanted me over for Christmas because Liam flat-out refused to join them if I couldn't go, which made me feel amazing. Not.So even though I bought Lillian a cashmere sweater, I still had to buy it for his dad even though Liam kept telling me I didn't have to. I didn't care if they got me anything or not. I half expected to get sh*t in a box, courtesy of his mother, but it was okay. I would accept it gracefully, just to piss her off.And it wasn't like I was aiming to piss them off. I just wasn't going to give in to their bullsh*t wishes.On Christmas Eve we had dinner with his friends and had a white elephant gift party which was pretty fun. I enjoyed my time there, even though Vivian was there. She avoided talking to either of us the whole time which suited me perfectly. I even drank a little because I was feeling the holiday spirit. I came home with a cute set of Tiffany earrings because these rich peop
When we step off of the elevator I feel almost a permanent blush up my neck and cheeks. I'm not sorry for what we did but Vivian saw and from past experiences, she wasn't very good at keeping her trap shut.I walk into the event center with my arm in Liam's and thank God no one is really paying attention to us. Some people glance at us, but it seems like the drinks have been flowing and people are talking loud and gesturing with their hands. So that's a good sign.I look around and see Vivian sitting at a table with a drink in her hand looking forlorn and I smirk to myself. Serves her right for coming and looking for us. Thoughts have been going on in my head, wondering what she was doing, looking and all I could come up with was that she didn't expect me to be with him.I felt like she thought that maybe she could corner him, thinking I was in the bathroom or some stupid sh*t after what his dad told me. I probably would have been if Liam hadn't noticed I was upset right away. But Lia
LiamI looked around to see if anyone was watching us and took Kelly's hand in mine. Whatever one of my parents told her had her looking like she was going to be sick and I was not going to let that happen. It took me entirely too long to get Kelly to agree to be mine and I wasn't going to lose her so quickly.I took Kelly out of the event center and to the bank of elevators in the main lobby. We hopped into the elevators and I wrapped my arms around her after I clicked on the fortieth floor, where my office was located."You want to tell me what my parents said to you?" I nuzzle her neck, my favorite place to be and she sighs and leans her body back against mine and gives me more of her neck."No. Nothing you didn't prepare me for. It just sucks.""Who was it?""Your dad.""What did he say?"She takes a deep breath and I watch her chest rise and fall. She looks absolutely stunning in her red dress. The mom
I stare at myself in the mirror, feeling nervous. I run a hand down my red, satin dress and smile. My hair is up in an intricate bun that took me an hour to do and I did my makeup as perfectly as I could get it without looking like I over did it. I have smoky eyes and red lips. My dress drops down into a deep v in between my breasts and it hangs down to mid calf with a high slit up to my hip. It's sexy and formal and I hope it says that I don't give a flying f*ck what anyone thinks about me.I put on my matching red stilettos and turn to my side and grin.I walk out into the living room where Liam is waiting for me and watch his eyes dance and darken as I step into the room. He swallows hard and pulls at his bow tie, then runs both hands down his chest. He looks hot as hell in a tuxedo and my mouth goes dry. "Do we have to go?" He asks as he steps closer to me. His cheeks are red and I smile at him. "Yes." I raise my eyebrows at him. "We have to go." He grabs my hips and brings me
The days are passing by slowly. It's almost painful, but there's absolutely nothing to be done. So I go to class, go to the gym, go to work and do it all over again. Liam, since I officially decided to be his girlfriend, has been checking in on me nonstop. It's a complete one eighty from how James would do when he was in school. It didn't matter if he was in a meeting or doing important business man sh*t, Liam would call or text me just because he missed me. We would even just be on the phone while he did paperwork in his office, not speaking, but just being on the line.And every day he would tell me about how many companies he has reached out to. He hadn't told his parents yet because he wanted to make sure he had a job first before he dropped the bomb on them.But he also hinted that his father was getting suspicious. I was on the line with him one day when his dad walked into his office. I knew it was his father because he greeted him as such. I muted