Teenage Mom Stolen By A Vampire

Now my job isn’t the best job to have. Most High School kids have cool jobs, like going Bonkers or even Wal-Mart. I’m not one of them. I clean things, like a janitor. My brother helped me get the job so I was happy. It had good pay, $15 an hour but you had take out the trash and dust and clean bathrooms, you get the point. The only job that I did like was when I worked at the Movie Theater. It's what most people call the "Hangout" or "The place to be" but I worked there. I still would if my mom was still alive. She died in a car accident when I was 15, coming home from work one night. I had already made dinner like she had asked me to and then I heard cars spinning out of control and the line cut. My eyes grew wide. My dad just looked at me.
"What time did she say she'll be here?"
I hopped in my dads truck and drove the way to her work.
It was horrible. The fire kept growing and expanding. I saw my mom's plate to her car off to the side.
"Mom!" I cried. A man got out of his car and pulled me back.
"It's going to blow up!" I got out of his reach and ran towards her car.
"MOM!" Then an explosion.

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My brother and his friend that had already graduated started a cleaning business and I got a position for the job. I trusted Jackson and Mark. Mark is my brother and Jackson is like one. He was over at the house too many times to count! He treated me like a little sister and I treated him like a brother. We where family, why not give me the job? I tied the trash sack and pulled it out of the can.

“That just leaves vacuuming. I’ll take out the trash and vacuum. You guys just pack up.”
“Mark, let me take it out. Jackson can pack up and you can vacuum. We’ll get done faster and we can leave and go home.” I took the trash out of his hand. “I got this.” I smiled as Jackson laughed and Mark pulled out the vacuum smiling. Jackson loved George Lopez.

I opened the door and left it open a little so I could come right back in. The trash was heavier than I thought. It was about a three minute walk to the trash can. I stopped and threw it over. The building wasn’t the best place to be at night. The one we where are at had dark alleys everywhere but was very nice inside. I walked along the wall of the building. I didn’t want anyone to see me. It was quite, almost too quite. I started to sing a little. Up ahead I saw a figure move, it was between the building and where I was.

“Mark?” No answer.

“Mark?”

Someone grabbed me from behind and threw me against the ground. My hand went into a puddle of water but the ground was to cold to feel anything else. I looked up and saw his eyes. The most beautiful blue eyes I had ever seen. Glowing in the dark. I almost got lost for a second until I felt deep scars against my neck and collar bone.

“MAR-” I tried screaming for my brother but he put his hand over my mouth. I felt the ground touch my lower back and I knew what was happening. I screamed with his hand over my mouth still for Mark. He would come, I knew he would.

Ten minutes later my brother found me trying to stand up in the alleyway. Ten minutes. Ten minutes I was alone. The “boy” that attacked me had been gone for no more than 2 minutes ago. Eight minutes I was alone with him. And Eight minutes was all it had to take for me to feel horrible, lost and confused.

I gasped when I saw him. “MARK!” I breathed and started to cry. I hugged his neck and cried as he picked me up and carried me to the truck. “Jackson! Hurry up, you’re driving.”

“About time you let-” He stopped and looked at me before getting into the truck. The truck had three seats so I sat in the middle. Jackson said he needed to turn on the alarm so it left me and my brother alone.

“I’m sorry Lena.” I looked at Mark teary eyed. “I should have known better.”
“It’s not your fault.” I whined with tears leaking down my face. “He- I- I -” I looked down at my hands.

“What did he do to you Lena?” I just looked at him. I couldn’t stop the tears from running anymore.
“Lena!” He gasped, hugging me as I cried. “I’m so sorry, so, so sorry.”
Later on in the ride I fell asleep on my brothers shoulder. I had cried enough for one night. I was only 16. 16 and my life was about to be over. I heard Jackson and Mark talking when we pulled into his drive way.

“Mark, what happened?”
“Nothing Jackson. Nothing. She wouldn’t want you to know. If she did she would have told you.”
“Are you gonna spend the night at your pops house?”

“Yeah.” He moved the hair out of my face, “I don’t trust my dad that much.” I felt him leave my head gently and close the door. Then the driver’s side door opened and he slid in. I cracked my eyes a little and saw a blue light. I thought about those eyes. I sat straight up breathing hard.

“Lena! You ok?” I just nodded. I stayed up for a little bit longer and my brother let me rest my head on his shoulder again.

I woke up in my room with Mark in my comfortable chair facing my bed. “Mark?” He sat up and smiled.

“How did you sleep?”
“Alright.”
“That’s good.” There was a moment of silence, “The police are here to talk to you. They went looking for him last night when we got home and some stayed here to make sure he didn’t come back. Not that he would.” I thought about this for a minute.
“Where are they?” Mark helped me out of bed and walked me to the living room. Police where everywhere. News reporters where outside other wise the curtains would have been open. I told the police everything I knew and in a couple of weeks they had called saying that they couldn’t find him. I played phone tag with them “We still haven’t found him. Do you remember anything else that would help us find him?” but I didn’t. I continued to call until I had another surprise.

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Ever since I saw his blue eyes everyone I saw had blue eyes! Why they couldn't be brown or even green? I never really noticed my best friend Kaci's until she came to see me. They where very pretty. Like shinny little marbles we use to play with when we where little. Her black hair made them pop even more. The police where really ticking me off. "We haven't found him. We'll call when we do." Over and over, they promised. Like how my mom promised that she would be home in time to try dinner that I had made. Like how my father said he would take care of me forever and ever.

I had morning sickness after two months. That’s what made me call Kaci.
"We need to go somewhere."
She picked me up and we went to Walgreens.

"Why don't you go to the doctor to find out?"
"Yeah and you have your parents yelling at you.” I paused “Kaci," I looked up from the box. "You know I'm not for abortion. It would be like your mom killing you and the presidents mom killing him. I just can't cause I'll always wonder, what the baby will look like. You can leave me as a friend and never talk to me again. I'll understand, but I just want you to know I didn't want this to happen."
She walked over to me. "I'll always be here for you. Besides, I've know you since we where little babies. I would never leave you over a baby. We're sistas."
I laughed at the way she said it and we walked to the check out desk. The old lady looked at us like we where crazy buying the tests but I didn't care. I had to know.

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I opened the box and did my thing. Then got toilet paper and set it down on it. I didn't want to look. What if it was true? I took the other two test by different logos to make sure that it was true and right. I looked at the first one. It read positive. Then the second and third. Both read the same. I sat on the toilet seat and cried. How was I going to tell my dad. How was I going to finish High School? I was only 16, a Junior at that, what was I going to do.
I pulled myself together and called Kac (case). It rang once then she picked up.
"Hello, Lena? What did it say!?" It took me a while to answer her.
"It said I am. . ."
"So, what are we going to do?"
"WE?"
"You're not going through with this alone. What did your dad say?"
"I haven't told him yet. I'll call you back when I do."
"Good luck."
"Yeah, thanks." I hung up and cleared my face. It looked like I hadn't been crying so I walked out and found him in the living room.
"Dad I need to talk to you."


I had to add part 2 because it was messing up.

"What is it?"

"Kac and I went to the store and," I paused thinking how I was going to say it. "I'm pregnant."

There was a long dead pause. "By who Lena?"

"By the person I met in the alley way." Another long pause. I sat down on the end of the chair with my hands pressed deep in my knees as if I was praying to the devil (I don't worship the devil). I pressed my knees harder to keep me from crying and from looking at my father.

"I think you need-"

"I know what you think and I won't. I can't, I can't kill a child." My voice cracked and my eyes watered, my dad let me finish. "It doesn't seem right."

"You need to do what I say Lena."

"Not this time. It's my body, my child. You can't make me do anything. I'll move out once I graduate High School."

"What will kids say and parents think of me? You will have no friends an-"

"Kaci is mine and she will be there. Yes kids will think and say things. That's life, you move on once you make a choice and stick with it. You learn from it."

"What will you learn?"

"Never to take out the trash."

"Lena-"

"What have you learned Dad?" He glared at me. I was yelling at him by now and his voice was rising as well.

"What would your mother think?"

"That moving out is a good choice to make. She would understand. She always did."

"Lena you need to go to the doctor."

"So they can tell me I'm pregnant and waste money? No dad I'm keeping it and you can't stop me."

I walked out crying calling Kaci and then my brother after awhile.

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School had become horrible when I was getting bigger and the word was out. Months passed like days and Kaci was there by my side. I didn't want her to because what people might say. I told her about moving out when school was over. She said she had talked to her mom and she had a job opening at her hair place. Kaci would be going to school as a hair dresser when we graduate. Soon everything became planned, we had our lives planned out to when the baby would be born to the day we graduate. The summer of my last year to be with my dad was when I had Brayden (braid-on or braid-den). It was the name my mom was going to name me if I was a boy. Kaci's face was priceless when she was in the room with me. She said she wouldn't look below my knees, I was kind of glad cause knowing her, she would have passed out cold.

"Oh my God Lena. I'm here, I'm here breathe (breathing noises). What am I doing here? This is so nasty. I'm going to throw up. Just breathe and get it over with. (breathing noises)" It was very hard not to laugh. Kaci was there for me through thick and thin and I love her for that. She dealt with my moodiness and me having Brayden cry. You know when parents say that they have cried when their child is born, well I did. The doctor told me that he was the healthiest baby. 10 fingers and 10 toes. I went through my senior year without a boyfriend, though I hadn't had one ever(yeah that is true). Brayden had my hair and nose. But he did have something I didn’t know if I liked it or not. The boys eyes. Now don’t get me wrong, I love Brayden but those eyes, those beautiful eyes. After I was 3 months pregnant I had started to thank my attacker for giving me my little boy. I could have done it myself.

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I opened the window in the living room. My father was asleep and Brayden was playing quietly with his toys. I would have turned on the TV but I knew nothing was on. Kaci would be here any minute. I looked over at our bags by the door and smiled I was finally moving out. Most teens cry, but I didn’t. I was glad to move out of my fathers house. He would have made me move out on my 18th birthday, which was in 2 month from now. Brayden had already had his, 2 years old, meaning mine was around the corner. 18 years old. It didn’t sound so young with the thought of having a child but I would live with it. My phone started to vibrate, breaking my thoughts. It was a private number so I didn’t answer. Brayden looked up at me smiling. I smiled back and walked by messing up his hair. I looked out the window, “Where are you, Kaci?” I thought. My phone rang again but this time I answered.

“Hello?”

“Is this Lena?”

“Who is this?” I pulled the curtain back looking again for Kaci.

“I have been told that you are leaving your fathers house, correct?”

“Who IS this?

“Kaci McCoy is coming to pick you, am I right?” I froze. No one else knew that but me and my dad. I looked at Brayden who had stopped and looked at me with concern. I smiled and he went back to playing with his toy cars.

“I-I don’t know who you are-”

“I need to know if it’s true or not Lena. Is Brayden coming with you?”

I hung up the phone. This was crazy. No one else knew where and who I was leaving with. And for him to even know what my baby was named? I looked at Brayden. He had just crashed two cars into each other making booming noises and making both act like they where falling into the ocean. I laughed a little. I looked out of the window again. Kaci’s car was pulling up.

“You said you where going to call.”

“Sorry, I’ve been on the phone with my dad. He’s a panic freak. Why are you mad?”

“No, nothing.” I grabbed all of the bags and but all but Brayden’s baby bag.

“Are you ready babe?”

“Yay!” he screamed running out side. I grabbed my keys for the last time and placed them on the dresser next to the door. I heard foot steps coming from upstairs. I waited for my dad to come. The floor boards creaked and my heart banged against my rib cage. My father raised Brayden differently when I was around. I some times thought he wanted him to raise on his own. My father hated me for having him. So if my father hated me so much and wanted Brayden, why was I standing there waiting for him? I heard the footsteps come closer and closer. Why was I stand there waiting when he regretted me?