Days had passed in the overcrowded damn room with very little changing aside from a few of the girls being escorted out the iron door without returning. The cold didn't appear to be ending only getting worse as the girls weren't given anything to help keep warm. Their clothes varied from skimpy outfits of fax fur and black lace all the way to dirty torn jeans and black pull over jackets.
As time passed desiderated into tiny increments her mind began to torture her about the night her life had officially been over. She saw a younger naïve version of herself in clean faded blue jeans and a black tank top. She was heading up the stairway of a beautiful townhouse with fresh tears gleaming in sapphire blue eyes. She'd found out about the little miracle; after both parents threatened to cut ties, she decided to seek out the one person she trusted.
Although they had been right about one thing, she was very young, at only seventeen, but she'd made herself a promise that she would never turn into her own mother.
Black leather boots tapped lightly on clear concrete slabs as she came to rest in front of the main entryway. She could hear his deep voice echo from inside as he spoke to one of his closest friends. She heard him laugh wholeheartedly and couldn't help the smile that etched itself across her features. She relished in the temporary feeling of being alright until her footsteps crossed the threshold and she heard,
"Yeah man, I really didn't want her in the first place. She's so naïve. She'll believe anything. We don't even speak the same language so I don't know how to tell her but I'm pretty sure she'll get the hint."
The tone told her everything that familiar yet strange language couldn't, and tears began to well again in her eyes. A strangled sound escaped her ivory lips drawing the attention of everyone in the house as she turned and bolted back into her truck. She would have to do this alone.
As four gentleman crossed the threshold onto concrete she was already pulling out of the driveway into the road. She glanced over at the men and watched as the same expression crossed each of their features; fresh tears bloomed over her eyes and down her cheeks as she put the truck into gear and drove away. There was nobody she could trust.
A few hours and some immature drinking later she was in the backseat of her roommates car headed in some random direction. She hadn't told anyone she was pregnant but that didn't matter because she was emotionally checking out. The girls were laughing at something over the radio that she didn't quite understand but it didn't matter; she simply wanted a temporary escape.
No sooner than the girls speed through a green traffic light did she get the feeling of imamate danger; glancing over her shoulder, she saw a big black truck barreling toward them at high speed. There wasn't time to react as the truck hit her door and everything went completely black.
She learned later she'd been the target of an attempted murder set up by her roommate who'd been driving; that was after she'd ended up in a large unfamiliar city at the beginning of winter and began reflecting back on the things that'd changed the course of everything.