I was pregnant. I hadn't told anyone.
When I got home that afternoon, my mother was waiting for me, her lawyer at her side. She'd come to take me home. She said that while she was away, she was trying to get custody of me and that she was sorry for leaving me with my father.
It doesn't end happy with David and me.
I had to leave my neighborhood, my school, the person I loved most in the world and the only one friend I had.
My mom gave until 9 o'clock that night to leave, to say good-bye, to pack.
I told her I'd be ready in two hours.
I packed what I wanted, leaving everything else behind, things that held no memories, no purpose. I wanted things that would last me forever, I didn't care about my material things, all those could be replaced.
I sat down at my desk, a piece of paper in front of my eyes and I pen in my hands. I slanted the piece of paper and started to write. My mother would always scold me for that when I was younger, that I couldn't write straight. I guess now she'd learned to accept it.
I sat down and put ink against paper, writing my farewell to David.
That was over five years ago, and the memories David and I shared are still forever etched in my memory.
Now I'm driving to where I had learned David was attending college, on a full scholarship, no less. It seemed he'd done what I asked him to.
I can't help but ask myself if he still loved me or if he still thought about me. I started to daydream that maybe he'd see me hiding out in my car and come to me, tell me he still loved me and that he didn't care if I had someone else's child.
I knew that would never happen, not after what I did to him. My thoughts kept rushing back to the note I wrote him, bits and pieces filling my mind. I'd forgotten most of it, but I remember telling him I loved him and that I always would.
And I do, till now, I love him. Only this time not in the way I used to. I had learned to stop being in love with him, it was easier for me to forget. I had a child to worry about, my community college classes to attend, my father that I thought of constantly.
Memories of that afternoon crawled back into my mind.
I had my mother drop me off at David's and I slipped the note through the door as David opened it, looking at me with a questioning look.
I cupped his cheek and stood on my toes as I kissed him one last time.
"I love you," I told him gently and there was a hurt in his eyes, like he knew what was going to happen.
I never talked to him after that, never saw him face to face.
I told my mother I was pregnant and she looked at me with a worried expression, she thought it was my father's as well and at that time, I didn't know who the father of my child was.
I told her that there was a chance it wouldn't be my father's and try as she did to sound disappointed in me, I noticed the relief in her voice.
There he was.
I parked a distance away and I saw him on the front lawns of his university. He had friends around him and he was smiling, a girl wrapped around his arms as he whispered sweet nothings into his ear.
That girl was Kate, I knew. I knew like how I knew this was the college he was going to, like how I knew he got a full scholarship, like how I knew his mother was arrested and his siblings were safe with their grandmother.
No, I wasn't a stalker.
I kept in touch with Lester and he kept in touch with Kate. In a way, I was happy of this for I could still keep an eye on him without him knowing that I was.
I smiled, tears rolling down my cheek.
I started the engine and started my way back home.
On the way I picked up my son, his slid into the front seat as normal as any other boy out there.
Yes, it wasn't my father's, it was David's.
Daniel had his father's captivating green eyes and her own thin brown hair.
I thought of telling David he had a son, but I couldn't. When Daniel was born, David was just starting out his college life; I couldn't simply swoop in and destroy all that pressuring him with child support or anything.
I want the best for him.
"Hi, mommy," he smiled brightly at me and my heart melt like it always would.
"Hey, sweety," I said smiling down at him.
"Dad? We're home!" Daniel screamed into his grandmother's house.
Lester popped his head out the kitchen door and smiled at him. He looked at me and took a step forward, holding my waist and pulling me forward for a deep kiss.
Daniel looked at us, disgust clear in his eyes, "Stop!!!"
We broke apart and laughed as he tore up the stairs to his room.
No, Lester and I weren't married but we have been seeing each other since Daniel was two.
We ran into each other and clicked once again, we've been inseparable ever since. Daniel just took to calling him 'dad' and Lester didn't have a problem with it at all.
He wrote for the local newspaper, being the youngest editor-in-chief.
That night as my mother and Daniel both went to bed, Lester and I sat in the den watching a movie.
My head was resting against his shoulder, his arm around me.
I was about to fall asleep when he spoke, "Alex, I want to ask you something."
"Hmm? What is it?" I asked, my eyes closed.
"Will you marry me?"
I looked at him, looking deep in his eyes, before I rested my head again.
He became tense, thinking I didn't have an answer.
He took a deep breath and I said, "Of course I'll marry you, it's about time you asked."
He let his breath out and I knew he was smiling.
He gave me a kiss on top of my head and I smiled falling fast asleep.
I know it's all so sudden, me leaving you like this. My mom's come back and I'm going to live with her.
I know you're hurt, I know you love me but you have to know that this is for the best.
I'm pregnant; David and I didn't want you to have to worry about someone that may not be yours. I'm not the one that's going to make your life harder than it has to be.
Forget about me.
I want you to promise me something, David. I want you to promise me that you'll work hard on your studies and that you'll get to college, on a scholarship, I want the best for you and your siblings whom I've learned to love with all my heart.
Good luck with everything, David, I hope you understand that this is all for the best.
Maybe we'll meet again one day. I'll introduce you to my son and you'll introduce me you your girlfriend.
I'll be thinking of you, but you won't be thinking of me.
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