Post by larissa dawn harrison on Sept 1, 2009 1:07:52 GMT 1
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Larissa was terrified to go home. And by go home, I mean go to her home town of Chicago, Illinois. She had not been in about eight months. Or, to put it in a better view, the first month she had found out she was pregnant. Yeah, okay. Stop your train of through right now because I know exactly what you are thinking, you reader. “A model that is only twenty years old is pregnant? You have got to be kidding me!” but let me tell you right here and right now, I am sure as hell not kidding you. She is eight months along right now in the pregnancy and completely terrified. Now, I am sure you are asking “why is that beautiful, outgoing model terrified?” Well, I can answer that question right here and right now. She was scared because her worst fear had come true – she was a single mother, and there was no turning back the clock now. Okay, stop right there because I know exactly how your brain functions and I know exactly what you are thinking, and it is so not true. Larissa was not thinking about abortion, because it was something that she was extremely against. Her brother’s wife had had an abortion once, and boy did it piss Rissa off. Larissa was okay with homosexuality, but abortion? She would rather stab herself in the chest then agree with it. She always saw that if you didn’t want the baby, either you should not have gotten fucking knocked up in the first place or you should put it up for adoption, even though the adoption process may permanently leave kids with some self-consciousness. But she thought it was better then an abortion.
She groaned, letting a couple tears roll down her cheek as the baby let out a hard kick, possibly trying to tell its mother to stop thinking so depressingly and to be happy right now, and be happy that she could have kids in the first place. She sighed, just sitting there and feeling the small baby move inside her stomach. The feeling as one that you just could not apprehend and fully understand until you had actually been in that position and know what it felt like because it was not like most feelings. It was not like you could just go off and do whatever they had done to get the feelings. Being pregnant was a big deal, especially for models that have the paparazzi following them every second of the day. And the last thing Larissa needed was for everyone in the world to find out that she had been some whore at a party and got knocked up thanks to some guy she did not even know that was there. She was supposed to be a good role model for all girls – young and old, big and small, tall or short. She was supposed to be able to give a good example for the model world; that they were not all just bitches and anorexic sluts and instead worked hard to stay with their job. But now she was pregnant – and that was not a good image for the teen girls that looked up to her. If she was pregnant and they thought it was okay, how many other pregnant teenagers would there be? This was ruining her job and her life, no matter how small of sympathy the father of the girl felt about doing this.
She stood up, using her hand to push herself off the couch in order to stand up as she walked toward the door. She needed some fresh air, and she wanted to go to the beach. It always relaxed her to feel the breeze, to see the sun setting or the sun rising. It was getting late, and she wanted to talk the pier. She loved walking it at night, seeing the people pulling in sharks and getting to run your hand over their skin. Rissa had brought her friends’ kids and her nieces up here to see the sharks, get some ice cream and just listen to the waves crash against the pier’s legs, possibly feel it move if the tide was up and the waves were strong. It always made the little girls freak out, but for some reason Larissa found it rather soothing to feel such an old and rickety bridge move gently against the force of the waves under your feet. Besides, if it had been standing here for over a hundred years with all the storms, tornados and giant waves, it could stand against it now right? There was nothing to worry about, absolutely nothing at all.
As soon as she stepped out her front door, she had a beautiful view of the beach and pier. She had an ocean front beach house. It sometimes was not the best place to put a house, especially if it was during the summer and everyone was coming here. She liked it on occasion, like now when almost no one was out on the beach. They all were back at their houses, and for those who were coming here on vacation, either campers or cabins. Cooking summer and settling down, rubbing soothing cream on their terrible sunburns and talking long, cool baths and getting ready for another hot day on the beach tomorrow. She walked toward the pier, feeling the water splash up against her feet as she walked along the water’s edge. As she reached the wooden planks, she groaned and put her hand on the rail as the little girl in her stomach shifted roughly in her stomach. She was due any time, and it was beginning to kill her. She wanted this thing out already. It was killing her.
She walked along the pier, smiling at the little boys and girls that clung tightly to their mother or father’s hand, not wanting to let go in fear of falling through the opening between the planks. She would be that proud mother one day, walking around and holding that little girl’s hand. She just continued walking along as people casted glances her way, a couple smiling and nodding her way saying “hey”. Most people knew who she was, since she was a famous model after all. As she reached the end of the pier, a large kicked in her stomach caused her to groan out loud and sit down, putting her hand on her stomach and leaning her head back, resting it against the back of the bench. She let a couple tears roll down her cheeks. The baby was wanting out, and it was clearly obvious, but she couldn’t have the baby yet. She still had another month and a half to go. No, she could not have the baby now. No, not yet.
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