I'd lived a life of luxury. The world knew my name from the moment I was born, 18 years ago. Kierra Violette Orla-Rose Shelley. Named after some of the most famous woman in history. I'd never asked for money, or anything really but everyone knew me as the spoiled youngest child of Darren-James Shelley. Taht I was handed everything on silver platter, little did the press know. I went to public school, so I could learn to survive. Violette Peña bullied for her Latina heritage and nose of all things was gone. She had learned to survive. Kierra was born "anew" she payed her own bills working as a model and doing charity. She was successful, she covered magazines and posters. She was THE model, but this stupid stick one stupid mistake and her perfect career was gone. Based on the date she had about a month before she began to show. 4 weeks until she really would need her fathers money.
Kierra turned to her side looking into the mirror. She had beautiful olive skin, clear spotless. Her stomach was flat, she was the vision of perfection. Curves in all the right places with beautiful facial features and chocolate brown eyes.
Denial, Keke knew full well she was pregnant, but she wasn't ready to give up her career, so doing the only logical thing she went to the store and bought all the pregnancy tests she could find.
One by one she peed and waited, chugging sunny-d in between.
45 blue plus signs, or positive symbols stared back at her from the sink.
She carefully wrapped the sticks in toilet paper to try and conceal them, before sliding down the wall face buried in her hands.
Thals need 2 talk
Kk, what up babe omw
K ttyl
Thalia slammed the door open and knew what was wrong immediately, I may have disposed of the sticks but not the boxes. The floor was littered with them.
"Oh babe" Thalia said rubbing my back comfortingly
"What am I going to do" I sob, "¿Cómo pude ser tan estúpido? Mi carrera terminó. Cole nos echará y mi papá me retorcerá el cuello. me siento tan atrapado"
Thalia looks at me confused, but continues to rub my back.
"How about I help you clean up, huh babe. Then we can get some dinner"
I nod reluctantly and began collecting the boxes. One by one we hide the truth, trying to ignore it, but we both knew there was a tiny human in me, using me depending on me.
One stupid mistake. I'd clearly learned that Long Island Icetea doesn't mix with Tequila. I was sitting on the toilet as Thalia took out the trash bag, staring at my stomach.
"I hope you know you messed up my life, but with that being said I kinda like you. Just between us, now I have an excuse to get out of that skydiving trip with Abuela next month. I guess I can thank you for that" I thought for a moment, "gracias osita"