4 Every one has a choice

Every one has a choice right? Then why do I feel so helpless, I thought to myself self as I stood in front of the mirror that's attached to the back of my room door. I put my hand on my stomach and thought about the life that was growing inside of me and all of the things I would be robbing him of. A first breath, crawl, walk, word and the life I was giving up on.

Why dose my choice have to be taken from me? How did it turn out this way? If Brad loves me shouldn't he love our child too? How can he be so cold towards him? When I love him so much.

I lifted my hand up to my mouth and kissed my finger tips. I placed them on my stomach. I wasn't showing yet, but I still felt a strong connection with him.

I got a call from Brad. Telling me to come downstairs. I whispered to him that I was on my way. Our dorm rooms are small we didn't even have enough room for a microwave let a lone a fridge. I tiptoed out so that I wouldn't wake Ashely.

When I got down stairs Brad was waiting for me with Chris. He gave us a ride to clinic. I was nervous and embarrassed all at the same time.

Chris was a guy who had liked me once, but at that time I didn't want a boyfriend. I was too focused on my school work.

A fun night for me was meeting up with my friends in the library for a study session. Where we actually studied. So how did I end up here? In a truck with a guy who had a crush on me and the guy who wanted me to kill our child.

It's because I was too innocent and naïve my freshman year. In high school I was always known as the ugly twin, and my best friend was the one cute. We were always together and everyone said we look similar except I was brown skin and she was light.

So the boys never really paid me any attention. When I got to college it was the total opposite. Everybody wanted to know me everyone wanted to hang out with me. I wasn't used to that kind of attention. I was friend with everyone. I would hand you the shirt off my back if you needed.

I could have had my pick of any guy at the school. I still to this day don't know what they saw on me. I was raised humble and I believe that everyone has good in them.

How I meet Brad was through my best friend John. I'm they were roommates. John invited him to the library when we were having a study group. My friend coco had a crush on him instantly. He was fine I couldn't blame her. He was tall and dark skin with brown eyes. He had muscles that I never knew a boy could have and his smile was so innocent and welcoming.

You couldn't help us to steal glances. On top of everything else he was shy, quiet. Like how I was before I got here and so many amazing friends male and female. I want to help him come out of his shell. I would start up conversations with them to try and get him talking, and it worked. He was a part of the crew. We would all eat together, study, go to the mall and movies. Always in one big group.

They were fun times but, all good times come to an end. A guy that I had rejected nicely and even told him that we could be friends. Started to stalk me. Me and my friends quickly noticed that whenever Brad was around my stalker would leave me alone.

I went to the dean about him and we even had a meeting with her. She said it's a small campus how do you know he stocking you. She didn't believe me. As a result of that me and Brad Came close but only as friends. He was my protector, he kept me safe.

Then one day all of that stopped. He went from my protector to my predator.