I push past everyone, dodging Jake's attempt to reach me. I feel the tears building up in my eyes, threatening to spill at any moment. My vision blurs and I release a small sob, feeling my lungs tighten.
What if Pops is right and I can't raise this child?
I'm only seventeen, still a child myself. My feet continue until I find myself in the bathroom, locking the door behind me. I slide down the way and pull my legs into my chest, cradling them. The overwhelming feeling of loneliness hits me and I continue sobbing into the fabric of my dress.
How is it possible to feel so alone in a world full of people?
After the death of my father, I'd lost my entire family. My mother didn't care about me and chose her abusive partner over her own flesh and blood. It was times like this where I wish I
