After a drunken night, sixteen-year-old Ebony Dillon is left pregnant. She can't remember who the father is and the situation worsens when her alcoholic father throws her out. Now she must find the father, but it’s hard when you go to a boy's school...

Fall From Grace

Prologue

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My father’s booming voice echoed through the house shaking my surroundings. ‘You slut! Whore! You can’t even keep your legs crossed for two minutes! Get out of my house!’

I will never forget the day that my parents discovered that I was pregnant. The memories of my furious father, screaming obscenities at me and calling me every name under the sun has been tattooed into my memory permanently. Worse of all, was the irony of the situation. I was cast out onto the streets, evicted like a terrible tenant who never paid the rent on time.

Completely alone, I wandered the streets like a hungry dog, looking for a bone to chew on. At sixteen years of age, I knew that I had been foolish. But looking back on it now, I no longer have any regrets.

Today, I stand before the grave of my father. My stepmother stands on my left, her face full of anguish, though in her heart, joy and relief. My son stands confidently on my right, at the same age as I, when I fell pregnant with him. He stands tall and proud unaffected by the fact that the grave we stand at today, is that of his grandfather, the man who wanted no part in his own grandson’s life. It is for this reason that Sebastian did not ever meet or develop any relationship with my father. A part of me is sad because of that very reason, but my heart rejoices in the safety of my son, for which would have never been maintained under the roof of my father.

My father was the late Thomas Dillon, a prominent businessman, known to many and remembered by his colleagues and admirers by his great qualities and eagerness for life. To his family, Thomas Dillon was a good man – when he wasn’t drunk.

My father made his money the old fashioned way, through inheritance. The day that he discovered that I was pregnant, I was written out of any inheritance I was to gain upon his death. I had disgraced the family name beyond any means and I had brought shame upon my father. Once the tabloids exposed my pregnancy to the world, my supposed ‘fall from grace’ was revealed and striped naked.

This is my story.