After Marc left, I tried to find things to keep me busy . For the time that I had been in this new state, this new world, I had only knew one life. I started working for a local pizza joint. While working there I met a guy who was again tall, dark and handsome, and clearly older than myself. That summer before I went into my Junior year, I fell head over heels. While I had, had a taste of love. I fell head over heels for this guy. His name was Byron. I moved in with him and his family. Things were good. I thought my life was finally started to fall into place. Everything I had always dreamed of was right in front of me.
I was head over heels in love with this boy. His x girlfriend however would not leave us alone. She continuley bothered us. But he assured me it was over with her and he loved me. Soon, I was feeling sick. I knew something was not right. I went and bought a pregnancy test. I told him I thought I was pregnant. I took the test the next morning and sure enough, I was. I was so scared I was so young and was not ready to be a mom. Things at this point were rocky between Byron and I. I told him that I was considering a abortion. He got angry with me. He told me that was not a option. We were going to be parents. Reality was setting in.
At this point my Grandfather had fell very ill. I knew I had to be with him. I told Byron I had to go. We booked my flight. About a week later, he took me to the airport to get on the plane. I was going to be gone for two weeks. He told me how much he loved me. He told me that when I returned we would start our new life. We would be getting married and having our baby.
When I arrived in Oregon, I immidiatley checked my e mail. You see this was the days before Cell phones exsisted. This was when we had to live with dial up internet. I logged into my AOL, and went to e mail Byron. However he had already e mailed me. Sitting there in front of me was a break up letter. It had only been 8 hours since he left me at the airport. In the e mail he explained to me that he was still in love with his x girlfriend, and he had to end things with me. I was crushed.
I told my grandfather I was pregnant. I spent my time crying. I was in so much pain. My periods were irregular anyways, and I still had my period while I was pregnant. Or so I thought. For two days I bled. It only got worse. My Grandfather rushed me to the hospital. A ultra sound was done, I was 16 weeks pregnant, but there was no heart beat. I had lost my little girl. I at this point will spare you the details. Because honestly I do not want to relive this. I will just say a D&C had to be done. She was so small. She fit in the palm of my hand.
Hurt automatically turned to hate. I hated him for leaving me. I hated him for making me loose her. I blamed him. It was all his fault. My Grandfather held me while i sobbed for days. I ended up staying with my Grandfather for a summer instead. I needed him and he needed me. When he seemed to be getting better, I flew back to Texas.
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