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Post by abigail marie dawson on Sept 1, 2009 1:48:36 GMT 1
- - - - - - - - - - If you were ever to take a clear glance at reality, a true glance, you would see how the world really was. Just for a second, picture yourself standing over the world and looking down at society and how people worked. People in this world, most people really, were obnoxious and self-centered. They call themselves open-minded and always willing to accept someone’s views, but the minute you disagree with them they’ll jump down your throat. But that just was not Abigail. She was open to everyone and willing to accept other’s views, because she knew everyone came in their own shapes and sizes, and their minds functioned in different ways and that everyone had different views, that they saw things differently from everyone else. She normally got along with everyone, but one type of person she didn’t get along with was, well – players. She hated them with a passion. They killed her spirit. She never could fully apprehend the reason that someone would fuck somebody just to leave them the next morning, hopping from girl to girl or boy to boy, or sometimes from boy to girl, boy to girl. It just sickened her. She understood that maybe they were addicted to the feeling they had when they climaxed – she could understand that. Hell, she could understand that very well. Both her older brothers went to rehab because of a sex addiction, and they always talked about “the feeling you get when you hit that peak”. But she hated players. They just didn’t seem to care.
And they got innocent, caring women in to the position Abigail and her friend Larissa was in now – pregnant and a single mother. They knocked the girl up, and then they walked out when it comes time to be responsible about the entire situation. Abigail did understand that he was scared, but that was no reason to just leave some girl to fend for a baby by herself. She hated lying to her friends, especially Jennifer and Larissa. She was scared to tell someone she was pregnant, she was not even sure how to say it in the first place. Could you just come out and say “Hey, I’m pregnant!” or just dangle on the subject of pregnancies for a second until they asked why they were talking about it. Abigail had just come out to Noah and said “I’m pregnant” rather then just dangling on the subject, and he left her. He left her to feel the fetus move alone, and not have anyone to share this miracle of life with. It was scary, and no one really understood that.
Lying in bed, her hands rested on the small bump of her stomach. Her small kitten curled up against her ribs on one side, her small Pomeranian curled up with its head on her chest. She sighed, just lying there. She wore a loose yellow tank top with a tight white tank top underneath, blue jeans shorts on as well. She moved the animals, setting them under the covers so that they would not get cold. She put her flip flops on, walked downstairs and out the door. She locked the doors, making her way toward the park. She had told Noah to meet her there, because they fully needed to discuss everything. Names, visitation arrangements, if he was to sign the birth certificate, and if he wanted to be in the child’s life in the first place; she needed to know these things because it was extremely important. She needed to know his plans, and if he cared enough to even worry about how his ignorant actions and irresponsible ass would affect Abigail for the rest of her life. This wasn’t going to be taken lightly.
She walked to the park, eyes staring at her as she walked by. She was not sure if they were looking at her or the small baby bump that had formed on her stomach, but it was beginning to piss her off. She hated being stared at. Okay, so that was probably hard for you to understand. I am sure you are thinking “that the fuck, she is a model! She should love to be stared at!” but personally, just between you and me, Abigail is extremely self-conscious. She worries constantly about what people think of her, even though no one really knows it. She always came off as the silly, funny, confident, outgoing and loving girl with a sense of humor, but want to know a secret? That is a total lie, a cover up. She really is terrified to face reality, so instead just looks at the bright side of things if there ever is one.
As she walked in to the park, she found a bench in the shade and sat down. As she did so, she watched as her stomach poked out over her pants line. She put her hand on her stomach, her bottom lip quivering as she let tears roll down her face. She constantly asked herself “why me, why now? Why did this have to happen to me?” whenever she looked down at the baby bump that was growing larger every day. She had lost her virginity, and had her first kiss in the same day. It all ended in her getting pregnant and her “boyfriend” leaving her. Was Noah her boyfriend? Used to be. They got along, but it really was not counted as relationship. She was naïve and innocent; fell quickly for people, so he must have taken advantage of that. Besides, she was naïve and sexy as hell. What guy would not take advantage of that? But that, deep down, killed Abigail so badly. She hated that he had used her like that, forgot the protection, knocked her up and then just left her all of a sudden. It hurt her so much – she really had liked Noah, even though he was a player, she did have feelings for him. And he had ripped out her heart. She couldn’t begin to explain the feeling she had, because you wouldn’t ever be able to fully apprehend it until you actually felt it. It was a pain no other – one that couldn’t be healed with medicine. And that was the hardest pain of all.
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Post by noah louis banks on Sept 1, 2009 8:12:34 GMT 1
  In the world today there seemed to be three main categories for guys. One was the nerdy, not so great looking guys who drooled all over the 'too good for them' women who never give a second glance or were just to shy and self-conscious to ever speak to the female race. Even if they tried they always feel short of words and embarrassed themselves making their self-esteem plummet to the center of Earth. Then there were the average guys. The one's who were pretty good looking and weren't as nervous around women. At time they ever treated women right but on the flip side they always had a flaw, like maybe playing video games too much or always hanging out with friends, never fully committing themselves to their relationships. And then there were the players. The males who were rowdy and out of control, never giving a damn in the world. That was Noah's category. He was a big time partier who abused alcohol consumption. He frequently slept with girls, never tieing himself down and focused his attention on himself. It was the way he was and he didn't give a damn what others thought.
But what most people didn't know what that Noah never started out in that category. In fact he had been more settled into the average guys status. The nice guy who enjoyed having fun and who happened to be madly in love with his girlfriend. At times he was even called whipped by the fact that he spent all his time with her. Anyone who knew Noah back then would say he was covering up, hiding behind a mask of lies, which was partially true. There were things from his past that traumatized him. Things that caused him to move to Miami and change his life style. For the most part though he was pretty content with how life was at the moment. Finally the memories and the pain began to settle. Noah was going with the flow, as most people said. Living in the moment rather then living in the future. Or past for his matter. He wasn't much of an organized freak like some were. He didn't need to have a planned out schedule to him threw his day. He played things by ear.
Yet, just as quickly as things seemed to be looking out for the best life always seemed to throw out a twist. Something that caused your insides to turn. For Noah this something happened to do with Abigail. A girl he had been seeing for some while. At this point of time she was probably considering calling themselves an "item" but that was the last thing he wanted. As much as he tried to stay away from her there was always her sexiness that was so alluring. Noah just couldn't keep away from her. That was when things started to become hazy for him. Somewhere he would have to draw the line between some girl he just messed around with from getting himself into a relationship. If he were to cross that barrier then things would flip a bitch, which was exactly the case. Due to his misjudgments and natural instinct Abbi was now pregnant with his child. This was just his first child either. It would be the second child he had made with someone, though the first one didn't turn out so well.
Which was why Noah had walked out on her when she first told him. Having a child scared the shit out of him. Not because he hated kids but because he always had that memory of losing his first child. Now he had no idea what to do. He ran on pure instinct getting out while he still could but after some time Noah knew he couldn't just walk away now. That child was half of him and he wasn't about to leave Abbi to raise a child on her own. Now he had to face her, so at noon he threw down his tools and clocked out for a lunch break. He really didn't need to use a lunch break as an accuse to get out of fixing cars but he didn't to tell his coworkers that he was going to have a child either. Noah changed his shirt from the greasy car juiced one to a neat and clean one that he always kept in his work locker. As he walked out of the garage he passed up his pick-up truck, knowing the park wasn't that far of a walk.
Noah and Abbi had rearranged a meeting, why she had chosen somewhere public he didn't know. He shoved his hands into his jean pockets, realizing that not only was the park public but filled with families. Families meaning they included children. For the past few days he had time to think and things that preoccupied him but now as he neared the entrance of the town park reality started to dawn on him. In the time he was away from Abbi he never planned on what to say. He had already screwed up once by walking out and leaving her to cope with this new discovery on her own. Who was to say he wouldn't do it again? Noah definitely didn't doubt himself on that. Running away was something he was good at, especially when time got rough. He knew there was no other way to make Abigail understand why he up and left other then telling her the truth but he wasn't bound to take that road yet.
As Noah entered the park his chestnut eyes peered around the crowd or stranger until his eyes fell apon the one person who was familiar to him. Abbi, the mother of his soon to be child. He took in a deep breath and let it out slowly before making his way to wards her. As he did so he couldn't help but notice her beauty and it wasn't just the fact that pregnancy so happened to make women glow. That was how he always saw Abbi. It was the main reason he couldn't keep away from her. "Hey.." Was all he good say as he approached her. Women were moody, probably more so when there was a baby inside them so he limited his words, afraid of setting her off. Abigail Status:: Finished Word Count:: 1126 Credits:: anjew10 Notes:: Sorry it took so long. |
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Post by abigail marie dawson on Sept 2, 2009 23:06:56 GMT 1
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