Chapter One
-A Valuable Lesson-
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"I know that must've been really hard. Your first love betraying you like that...I can't even imagine.."

My sad reality...
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After arguing with Mariah, I ran into the bathroom and locked the door behind me. Nothing was going my way today and I just felt alone with no one to help me.

I remember being at my lowest point in that bathroom, where I found a blade inside of the medicine cabinet and wondered. I hated myself and I knew there was something wrong about me...that everyone saw but me. If only I could see it too.

Why did he use me like that? After the night of love making we did in his bed. How could you hurt someone who's all about you and would do anything to please you? Maybe I was just too naive....and stupid like Mariah said.

I broke down once again, crying to myself from the pain of my broken heart. That is until I hit my lowest point of all and held out my arm. I angled the blade to forearm and drew a cut into my skin to bring me even more pain.

"Ah–ss!" I whimpered, letting my arm shake and the blade fall to my feet.

Blood dripped down from my flesh, and was stinging from the open wound I had just created. But crazy enough, this calmed me down and took away my broken heart surprisingly.

I walked up to the mirror and looked at the damaged little girl I saw in its reflection.

"You're not so bad, you know" I smiled, talking to her. "You got nice hair, a smart brain, cute smile, a pretty face. You're beautiful Diynara. I'm beautiful"

I took in the sight of her, checking myself out in the dress I had wore today. Why didn't I see this before? Was I really this pretty and...amazing in my own way?

So what if Malik didn't like me–or anyone for that matter. I can do bad all by myself and I know I can now. I had potential to be a good woman but ain't nobody getting that treatment no time soon anymore. It's time to just do me and to live my life as the person I am.

And I did just that😅 I did any and everything I wanted. This made become a very independent person, where I did exactly what made Diya happy. I had sex. Lots of it😏 I got tattoos, smoked weed, saw boys, saw girls, ditched school, fight whoever had beef and I didn't have no fucks to give.

So yeah, that whole experience with Malik....really changed me into the girl I am now. But you know what,... I loved myself and I couldn't be happier.

But not to get too ahead of the story, I was back at being just 12 years old. A month after that night, my body started acting...weird. Causing my appetite to decrease little to none and making me throw up in the morning.
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"This can't be. It just can't be, yo" I pulled at my scalp, after just throwing up again in my bathroom.

I knew exactly what throwing up in the morning meant and it scared me desperately. Could I be really pregnant....even at such a young age?

Suddenly my dad came in through the door, stepping right back out once he realized I was in here. "I'm sorry babe, I should've knocked"

"I'm done anyways" I quickly flushed the toilet and walked up to the sink.

"Did you just throw up,...again?" he pinched his nose.

"Uh–no. I just peed"

"Don't lie to me, Diya. Why do you keep throwing up?" he came in fully and up to me as I brushed my teeth.

"I have a stomach problem okay..." I lied.

"For 3 weeks? After I just saw your mom give you medicine just yesterday?"

"Its not working..." I shrugged.

"Well let's go to the doctor then.."

"Don't you have to work?" I raised my eyebrow. ...Jesus, just let it go😣 please.

"Yeah but you come before my job honey, and now you're sick. So best believe I'm going to go see what's up"

"No...dad I'm fine"

"...–You're scaring me, Diya. What's wrong with you, for real?"

"Nothing..."

"I hope you're not lying to me,..you know you can talk to me about anything"

I looked down from him and turned to face the sink again. ...I felt so guilty😔

"...are you pregnant, Diya?" he asked softly.

Not replying to him, I continued looking down and instantly felt a few tears beginning to form in one of my eyes. From my reaction, he already knew the truth.

"Wow. I didn't even know you started having sex"

"I regret it dad. I'm so sorry!" I looked up at him with tears. "I just wanted someone to like me–....but we ended up going to far. I thought it would make him like me more if we did those things. –But then on Valentine's day, he ditched me for another girl and told me I was nothing–....*cries* he just wanted to have sex–"

"Come here, stop crying" he pulled me to his chest, letting me cry on his chest.

"I'm sorry–....I'm so sorry" I cried, pulling on his work shirt.

:: At the Hospital ::🏥
>Door opens<💢🚪

"Hi, sir. I have the results back and our conclusion is that yes, Miss Taylor is expecting"

"Jesus Christ..." my dad groaned.

"...–fuck" I said underneath my breath, rubbing my stomach with my hands.

"What am I going to tell your mother, Diya" he looked at me.

"I-....don't know.." I looked away.

"Okay look, my daughter is only 12 years old. If she is pregnant, how would that work? Since she's so young" my dad asked the doctor.

"It'll work normally as if she was older. Any woman who receives her period is capable of getting pregnant and providing for the fetus. But it is...kind of dangerous for the mother to have it this young. Her body isn't nearly as strong as it could be at the age 20. But not to say it's impossible or anything, it can still be done"

"Okay thanks. Can I have her prescription please. She's been having trouble eating and throwing up a lot"

"You can get that at the front desk and that's normal. But I wish you the best dear and congratulations"

~~End of Chapter One~~

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Thanks for reading --Tayy❤