7 Living for Isaiah

I realized that Brad was not coming to save me. The only one who could save me was me. I made the decisions that I was going to keep my baby and, no matter what Brad through at me I was going to live for Isaiah.

I went in the bathroom and flushed the pill down the toilet. When I came out the nurse was waiting on me. The doctor is ready for now. I'm not going to have it done I told her with a slight smile on my face. The fee is none refundable are you sure you don't want it done.

I was able to answer her with certainty. Which is something I haven't been able to do for the past couple of days. Yes I'm sure. I walked out into the man waiting room. I made sure to hide the smile that I recently had on my face. I tried my best to look tired and worried.

Brad stood up when he saw me. He walked over and wrapped his arm around me. How are you feeling Nicole? Was that you screaming? I looked at him with a puzzled expression. You could hear that? Why didn't you come back if you were worried?

I don't know Nicole. He looked at me with sad eyes. I wish that I would have went I was about to go in but ..... I raised my hand to stop him from speaking. It's on ok Brad what's done is done and is over now.

He called us a cab that took us back to campus. It wasn't that long of a ride. It felt like we got back to campus faster. It was about 3:00pm when I made it back in the room. I told Brad that I was tired and I wanted to rest so I could get rid of him.

I needed to plan.

I went to my room luckily Ashley was still out. I needed to make my move without anyone knowing I was still pregnant. I should be about there weeks. I had time to find another school to transfer to before I stared to show.

I looked for school that were out of state. I narrowed them down by look for ones that had affordable apartments that were walking distance from the school. I found three that seemed suitable.

One in Virginia, another in California and the last one was in Texas. I applied to all of them hopefully one would except me. My grades were average. They could have been better. They started to slip once me and Brad started dating.

Now it was time to figure out what to do about my family. Should I hide it from them or not? I'm the baby out of three children. I have a sister Kendra she is for years older and the golden child. if you didn't know she was the oldest you would think she way the baby.

Me and her have a love to hate you kind of relationship. She did everything she could to make my life hell growing up. If I got into trouble, which was often. You could bet that Kendra was behind it. Her word was never doubted whether she had evidence or not. If she said it happened when it happened. The last thing she told me before I left for school was that she didn't know how I made it into one and that I wasn't going to make it.

She was an "A" student her all the way trough school college included. When she graduated she interned with Quantico. Whenever my mom would talk about( need less to to say it was often) her face would light up.

My mom's silver child was is my brother Corey. He is three years older than me and is the only light in the darkness. No matter what happened growing up he was on my side. He protected me from my sister verbal abuse. Every one loved Corey he was 6'7 light skin with black hair that he kept cute. When I was in high school all of my friends were in love with him. We were only had one year in high school together be for he went to college and no one bothered me because I was Corey's little sister. He is the type of person that born gifted. He could do anything. He was good at every sport you can think of and it came naturally. He was multi talented and can draw, act, sing and he had a wonderful personality. He wasn't limited to just that. He when to school with a life scholarship.

Then there was me my mom's bronze. I was more of an "A"B" sometimes C student. I was always getting compared to Kendra and could never measure up. After a while I gave up on trying to cachet up to her. Don't get me wrong I believe that my mom loves me but she doesn't see me. Her face doesn't light up the way it dose when she talks about Kendra and my bother. Thanks to all of Kendra's hard work of getting me into trouble over the year and all of her accomplishments compared to my non existing ones. I was seen as a failure.

At least I know that if I tell them my brother will support me. Now I just have to decide how and when.