One month later
We didn’t figure it out.
Mostly because Gail Windsor and Barton Wheeler were on the warpath.
I’d thought that I could handle telling them. Really, I did.
But I was proven wrong.
Over and over again.
By the end of the month after I’d first found out I was pregnant, I was packing my bags at my parents’ house and moving out.
My sister, Eddy, was right next to me doing the same.
We’d always said that we were going to stick it out.
We were going to make sure that we could graduate and do the best we could, then when we were eighteen, we were going to go to college and never look back.
That didn’t work out the way that I’d planned it.
And showing that she supported me one hundred percent, my sister had decided she was leaving with me.
If I wasn’t welcome, then she wasn’t either.
The only saving grace we had was the fact that Sawyer Windsor was such a great man.
He’d heard about the fight my dad was giving us and helped us retain a lawyer who would get us emancipation from our parents. He’d also helped us by getting us an apartment right inside of town so that we could stay there and still go to school.
He was also taking care of all the medical bills that were accruing thanks to the pregnancy.
Though, the only reason they were accruing was because Gail wanted to make one hundred percent sure that this baby was protected and cared for, as well as controlled.
She hadn’t outright said it, but I knew that if this baby came, I’d have the fight of my life on my hands to keep it.
She’d use every dirty trick in the book to make sure that I was gone, and the baby was under her control.
There were some times that I wondered if I should just leave and never look back. Quit soccer. Move to some faraway place where she could never get to me.
But then I thought about how nice Sawyer was being, and how unhappy he’d be if I left with his grandchild.
He would be devastated.
Sawyer was a good man. A good father to two children that weren’t his. And though he may not love his wife, he still stood by her.
Truthfully, I couldn’t do that to Boone, Sawyer, or my sister.
Which was why I was still here fighting.
“It’ll be okay,” Eddy whispered.
I swallowed hard. “I know.”
But it wasn’t.
At some point in the last month, Gail had seen Sawyer’s helping me as an attack against her. An ununited front was not acceptable, and she made it her life mission to terrorize me.
She had our water turned off. She called the city on us. She tried to get me expelled from school. She had the doctor recommend abortion at nearly every visit. She stalked me. She refused to ever let Boone be alone with me. She made my life a living hell.
