Rosie thought her life was getting better, that she would experience the fairy tale of living happily ever after. She thought the worst years of her life were over but the worse was yet to come. 

Rosie thought she had escaped from her past, that the past will stay in the past. But does it always do? But things from the past have a way of coming back to bite us in the ass. 

She was living a new life, with a different identity and a new place to call home. She was happy with her boyfriend and ready to build a home with him. But you see, the past always has a way of showing up when you least expect it to especially when you're having the time of your life, when you're at your happiest, thinking nothing could take it away from you, then it sweeps everything from beneath you. 

She was betrayed by the two persons, she trusted them must. 


Trigger warning: mention of SA

Cheated and Pregnant

I woke to the sound of my alarm early that morning. Turning it off I walk my way to the bathroom ready to take on the day. 


I didn't realize that my belly was growing until I tried to put on one of my work blouses to see that it can't fit over my once small bump. 


I threw blouses after blouses out of my closet that can't fit to be left with a messy room, empty closet and no blouse to wear. 


I sat on my bed looking on the blouses scattered on the floor. I went back to my closet looking around to see what would be appropriate for work. 


I looked down then back at the other blouses and shirts in closet. I sighed then decided to go with a plain black t-shirt. I looked in the mirror frowning, I look like I'm going to a funeral or more like a depress person, just put in some black lipstick, black eyeliner, mascara, and some of those things that those emos wear and I'll fit in. 


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