Leah sat down on her couch, staring at the piles of bills on her coffee table. There were things that she could live without. Cable, cell phone, internet--but heating? Water? Electric? She sighed. There was nothing she could do. No one hires you when you are pregnant. Plus even if someone did it wasn't like she had any means to get to work.
She hadn't even seen a doctor yet.
She guessed she was about four, possibly five months along. Her baby bump wasn't exactly large though it was pronounced on her skinny frame. Her breasts were swollen as well, growing more sore every day. Even if she wore baggy clothes it wasn't like she could hide it. She was officially past the point of being able to hide.
But she couldn't run either with a bank account of -$600.
She wrapped a blanket around herself, placing a hand on her bump.
"It will be okay. We'll get through this with or without your daddy. We don't need him."
And as the bruises on her arms could attest, Justin wouldn't have made a very good father anyway. She rubbed her belly wondering what she should eat (not that there was much food in the kitchen beyond ramen and pickles) trying to forget about the fact of her impending eviction. It had been nearly three months since Justin paid the rent, and should he decide to talk to the landlord he would easily be able to evict her simply by virtue of not being anywhere on the lease.
"It'll be okay," She whispered, partially to her belly, "We'll...we'll get through this."
She hadn't even seen a doctor yet.
She guessed she was about four, possibly five months along. Her baby bump wasn't exactly large though it was pronounced on her skinny frame. Her breasts were swollen as well, growing more sore every day. Even if she wore baggy clothes it wasn't like she could hide it. She was officially past the point of being able to hide.
But she couldn't run either with a bank account of -$600.
She wrapped a blanket around herself, placing a hand on her bump.
"It will be okay. We'll get through this with or without your daddy. We don't need him."
And as the bruises on her arms could attest, Justin wouldn't have made a very good father anyway. She rubbed her belly wondering what she should eat (not that there was much food in the kitchen beyond ramen and pickles) trying to forget about the fact of her impending eviction. It had been nearly three months since Justin paid the rent, and should he decide to talk to the landlord he would easily be able to evict her simply by virtue of not being anywhere on the lease.
"It'll be okay," She whispered, partially to her belly, "We'll...we'll get through this."