Nightmare
The Break Up
"Zack you have to believe me. I didn't sleep with him..."
"I FUCKING SAW YOU JAYLA!!! I SAW YOU!"
"NO ZACK THAT WASN'T WHAT IT LOOKED LIKE...HE WAS..."
"FUCK YOU BITCH!!! I'M DONE YOU CAN GO FUCK YOUR SELF!"
"Please Zacky listen to me? Please I didn’t have sex with him he….”
“Get the fuck off of me.” Zacky pushed me so I would let his arm go and walked out of my house and my life.
“He raped me.” I whispered and then looked at my hands.
“And I’m pregnant.”
Here I am sixteen years old pregnant with my best friend and ex-boyfriend’s child, just recently raped by my ex-boyfriend’s best friend’s cousin and soon to be homeless. Great what else could go wrong?
“What the hell was that about?’
My mother asked as she walked or should I say stumbled into the living and fell on the couch. I spoke to soon.
“Nuttin.”
“Didn’t sound like nuttin…. Sounds like you fucked Zacky’s friend? I knew you’re a slut.”
“Fuck you! You don’t know shit about me bitch.” I said as I got up and started to walk to my bedroom.
“What’d you say to me little girl?”
“I…said…FUCK YOU!!!” I repeated as I turned around not wanting to leave my back exposed to her.
“I’m gonna kick your ass you little bitch.”
“Don’t fuck with me Linda.”
“I’m your mother god dammit and you’re gonna treat me with some fuckin respect.”
“You’re a fucking drunk.”
That was it…my mother jumped off the couch and ran right for me. She moved quicker than I thought she would. She slapped me in the face then tried to kick me in the stomach. Fearing for my unborn child I was now carrying I blocked the kick with one hand and punched her in the face as hard as I could with the other. I had about 20 pounds on my mother so it wasn’t hard to knock her to the ground. I walked over to her and kicked her in the stomach and then got on top of her and started to punch her until someone pulled me off of her. I was still fighting to get over to her but the person was too strong.
“STOP IT!!! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?”
“SHE FUCKING STARTED IT! I FUCKIN HATE HER!!!!!”
“STOP JAY FUCK!!!!” The person dragged me into the kitchen and started to hold me tighter.
“Stop you’re… you’re hurting me….let me go…”
“Fuck that!”
“I’M PREGNANT…” I yelled and the person let me go.
“You’re what?”
“I’m pregnant. Get the fuck off.” I said as I pushed his hands away and walked to the other side of the counter and sat in the chair.
“Jayla please tell me that was a joke?”
“Does it look like I’m fuckin joking Danny?” I asked my sister’s husband as he looked at me in disbelieve.
“Who’s is it?”
“Zacky….”
“How do you know? I mean that Chris kid did rape you a month ago…”
“Because I’m three months.”
My brother-in-law was just about to say something when my older sister walked in and looked at me.
“What is your damn problem? You know you broke her nose right?”
“Don’t Starla.”
“What? Why do you two keep doin this? Papa’s rolling in his grave at the way two are acting. I know she’s chanced since he passed but….”
“Don’t you dare being Papa into this, and she started it.” I said with tears now threading to fall.
“What was it about this time? Zack? You not cleaning you’re room, your grades? Tell me what's going on Jayla?”
“I’m….”
“YOU’RE WHAT?” My sister started to yell as she looked at me.
“Baby just stop.”
“What Daniel? My sixteen year old sister just beat the shit out of our drunken mother.”
“I can’t do this.” I got up and started to walk out but my sister grabbed me and was about to slap me.
“DON’T!”
“Why not Danny she did it to mommy.”
“She’s pregnant.”
“What?!?” My sister let go of my arm and looked from Danny to me a few times and almost fainted.
“Whoa...babe here sit down.”
It was silent for a few minutes and then she looked at me.
“You’re pregnant?”
“Yes.”
“Zacky’s?”
“Yes.”
“How far along are you?”
“Three months.”
“So that’s why you beat up mommy?”
“Yeah and she called me a slut and then said that I fucked Zacky’s friend, oh and then she slapped me and tried to kick me in the stomach.”
“Does she know that boy raped you?”
“No.”
“What about Zack? Does he know?”
“He walked in on him raping me. I tried to tell him but he wouldn’t listen.” I said as the tears fell freely now.
“Baby doll its okay honey.” My sister got up and wrapped her arms around me and kissed my head.
“You’re moving in with us and Danny and I will help you with the baby.”
“Who said I was gonna keep it?” I asked as she pulled away and looked at me as I sat there for a few minutes thinking.
“Jayla…”
“I can’t Starla…I can’t kill my baby.” I said as I looked down and at my hands.
“We will help you as much as we can but you have to stop drinking, smoking weed and all the other shit you do that I don’t know about.”
“I stopped when I found out I was pregnant.”
“Okay. Go get you’re stuff and I’ll take you home.”
“What bout Danny?”
“He took mommy to the hospital.”
“Did I really break her nose?” I asked with a small smile.
“Yeah you did.” Starla said as she started to laugh.
“I bet you mommy won’t try to fist fight you anymore.”
Jayla
"I FUCKING SAW YOU JAYLA!!! I SAW YOU!"
"NO ZACK THAT WASN'T WHAT IT LOOKED LIKE...HE WAS..."
"FUCK YOU BITCH!!! I'M DONE YOU CAN GO FUCK YOUR SELF!"
"Please Zacky listen to me? Please I didn’t have sex with him he….”
“Get the fuck off of me.” Zacky pushed me so I would let his arm go and walked out of my house and my life.
“He raped me.” I whispered and then looked at my hands.
“And I’m pregnant.”
Here I am sixteen years old pregnant with my best friend and ex-boyfriend’s child, just recently raped by my ex-boyfriend’s best friend’s cousin and soon to be homeless. Great what else could go wrong?
“What the hell was that about?’
My mother asked as she walked or should I say stumbled into the living and fell on the couch. I spoke to soon.
“Nuttin.”
“Didn’t sound like nuttin…. Sounds like you fucked Zacky’s friend? I knew you’re a slut.”
“Fuck you! You don’t know shit about me bitch.” I said as I got up and started to walk to my bedroom.
“What’d you say to me little girl?”
“I…said…FUCK YOU!!!” I repeated as I turned around not wanting to leave my back exposed to her.
“I’m gonna kick your ass you little bitch.”
“Don’t fuck with me Linda.”
“I’m your mother god dammit and you’re gonna treat me with some fuckin respect.”
“You’re a fucking drunk.”
That was it…my mother jumped off the couch and ran right for me. She moved quicker than I thought she would. She slapped me in the face then tried to kick me in the stomach. Fearing for my unborn child I was now carrying I blocked the kick with one hand and punched her in the face as hard as I could with the other. I had about 20 pounds on my mother so it wasn’t hard to knock her to the ground. I walked over to her and kicked her in the stomach and then got on top of her and started to punch her until someone pulled me off of her. I was still fighting to get over to her but the person was too strong.
“STOP IT!!! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?”
“SHE FUCKING STARTED IT! I FUCKIN HATE HER!!!!!”
“STOP JAY FUCK!!!!” The person dragged me into the kitchen and started to hold me tighter.
“Stop you’re… you’re hurting me….let me go…”
“Fuck that!”
“I’M PREGNANT…” I yelled and the person let me go.
“You’re what?”
“I’m pregnant. Get the fuck off.” I said as I pushed his hands away and walked to the other side of the counter and sat in the chair.
“Jayla please tell me that was a joke?”
“Does it look like I’m fuckin joking Danny?” I asked my sister’s husband as he looked at me in disbelieve.
“Who’s is it?”
“Zacky….”
“How do you know? I mean that Chris kid did rape you a month ago…”
“Because I’m three months.”
My brother-in-law was just about to say something when my older sister walked in and looked at me.
“What is your damn problem? You know you broke her nose right?”
“Don’t Starla.”
“What? Why do you two keep doin this? Papa’s rolling in his grave at the way two are acting. I know she’s chanced since he passed but….”
“Don’t you dare being Papa into this, and she started it.” I said with tears now threading to fall.
“What was it about this time? Zack? You not cleaning you’re room, your grades? Tell me what's going on Jayla?”
“I’m….”
“YOU’RE WHAT?” My sister started to yell as she looked at me.
“Baby just stop.”
“What Daniel? My sixteen year old sister just beat the shit out of our drunken mother.”
“I can’t do this.” I got up and started to walk out but my sister grabbed me and was about to slap me.
“DON’T!”
“Why not Danny she did it to mommy.”
“She’s pregnant.”
“What?!?” My sister let go of my arm and looked from Danny to me a few times and almost fainted.
“Whoa...babe here sit down.”
It was silent for a few minutes and then she looked at me.
“You’re pregnant?”
“Yes.”
“Zacky’s?”
“Yes.”
“How far along are you?”
“Three months.”
“So that’s why you beat up mommy?”
“Yeah and she called me a slut and then said that I fucked Zacky’s friend, oh and then she slapped me and tried to kick me in the stomach.”
“Does she know that boy raped you?”
“No.”
“What about Zack? Does he know?”
“He walked in on him raping me. I tried to tell him but he wouldn’t listen.” I said as the tears fell freely now.
“Baby doll its okay honey.” My sister got up and wrapped her arms around me and kissed my head.
“You’re moving in with us and Danny and I will help you with the baby.”
“Who said I was gonna keep it?” I asked as she pulled away and looked at me as I sat there for a few minutes thinking.
“Jayla…”
“I can’t Starla…I can’t kill my baby.” I said as I looked down and at my hands.
“We will help you as much as we can but you have to stop drinking, smoking weed and all the other shit you do that I don’t know about.”
“I stopped when I found out I was pregnant.”
“Okay. Go get you’re stuff and I’ll take you home.”
“What bout Danny?”
“He took mommy to the hospital.”
“Did I really break her nose?” I asked with a small smile.
“Yeah you did.” Starla said as she started to laugh.
“I bet you mommy won’t try to fist fight you anymore.”
Jayla
8/2/13