LOVE OF TOMORROW

Kendall's POV

This week welcomed me in with the worst news of my life. I was six weeks pregnant! My doctor fucking confirmed it. I didn't know whether to be sad or happy. The situation got complicated each day.

My mom was gonna kill me if she found out about this. I have really caused her a lot of problems from my childhood and she had had enough of it already.

I've gotten arrested twice, that was even before I turned 18. Though, I always got myself bailed out. Escaping crime scenes is what I was best at.

My mom had sent me to a rehabilitation centre for a year when I turned 21. It was a total hell, to be frank. Living the life of prisoners, attending boring classes. Speaking from experience, it ruined my mental health. I almost lost my sanity.

Though, I escaped at the 10th month. I ran back home. When I got home that night, my mom didn't question me. She pulled me into a hug. It was strange. Why didn't she scold me for escaping? I was scared a bit. I hugged her back.

Finally, she broke the news to me. My dad lost his life earlier that day in a war. He was a recruited army. He always returned home with victory but this time was different. He was buried after the war in the barracks.

I couldn't put myself together. Within that period, my mom almost lost herself. I watched her breakdown in tears each day. The pain of watching her starve herself, she grew leaner everyday. She developed a stomach ulcer, which landed her in the hospital.

My heart was moved. I wasn't ready to lose her. She was all I got left. I changed my habits, not for myself, but genuinely for my mom's happiness. I saw her smile for the first time, after the incident. She deserved happiness and nothing less.

I wasn't happy living the life of a good girl. It wasn't my fucking thing. I stopped clubbing, attending night parties, sneaking out late, drinking and all of the bad girl stuffs.

Again, I found myself crawling back into my old shell. I couldn't help it. I was gonna betray my mom's trust once again. Maybe, I could become a better person one day, I thought.

Well, about the pregnancy, I wasn't gonna tell her and I hoped she never finds out till I put things in their rightful places. It was high time I took actions.

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I reached out for my phone on my bedside drawer. I was gonna send a text across to my boyfriend. He always had his phone handy, this I know. I took a deep breathe, finding the right words to fit in, I typed:

Hi babe! I'd be coming over in half an hour or less. I wanna tell you something, it's urgent.

11:36 AM Delivered.

Lifting my gaze up to my wardrobe, it caught an ash baggy shirt and a black joggers; a perfect outfit for a sunny day, I thought. I quickly put it on and walked over to the mirror. I styled my hair in a ponytail, applied my mascara and then, my pink lipgloss. I was set to go. Oh no! I wasn't... my perfume. I guess, I was ready now.

I booked a ride down to his house. It didn't reach 10 minutes, the brakes pulled right in front of his gate. I did a transfer to the driver as I had less cash on me and got out of the vehicle. I watched as the driver sped off, then I walked to his gate.

I felt anxious a bit. I didn't know the outcome of what I was heading in there to say to him, his reaction and all of that. I took a deep breathe in and then, out. It was my way to get relieved, maybe for a while. I summoned up courage and pushed against the bell switch.

I heard footsteps approaching the gate from the inside. Finally! I sighed. The sun was really smiling at me today. The gate flung open, then my eyes met with his dark blue eyes. I'd always admired them. He hugged me tightly and took my hand in his. He ushered me in.