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Was ditched by the one person I loved,
Was kicked away when I wanted them the most,
Wanted to end it all for once, but wanted to hold on tight for the innocent soul I was carrying... Which they all called the "disgrace".
As I was reading through the pages of the journal, a lonely tear slid down my cheek. I realized how much my mom sacrificed for me. She did everything in her capacity to let me live, like a princess if I may add.
As y'all would have got the hint, I wasn't given a dad's name. People sometimes called me names, some pittied me and some mocked me, but my mom...she loved me, loved me with all her heart and only that mattered.
My mom was loved and chrished by her parents (my not so grandparents), the last born, only daughter of the richest family in town and was pampered and spoiled by her 2 older brothers.
She lived in a mansion, with maids always at reach for any help she wanted. She lived a privileged life until it all shattered when she turned 16.
My mom was a popular girl in school, known for her beauty, stunning body, cheerleading, academics and for dating the school's Point guard. She pretty much lived her life! She had everything, everything a girl of 16 would dream of. Oh! Not to forget, my mom was still a very grounded girl, which apparently took many by surprise.
The school's point guard, Lucas White, also from a rich family, had his future set. He had a scholarship at Duke's waiting. He was dating the cheerleader, Captain to be specific and one with a stunning body! To get equal with his friend who just got laid by a hot smoking college girl, he wanted to get into my mom's pants and he made his way. My mom loved him with all her heart, and surprisingly he did too. It wasn't just physical for him, they were in love, no wonder why my mom gave in.
Everything was perfect, perfect until...you know!
I was the result of the "condom failure" as many of you term it. Two teens in early 16, having fun and living life to the fullest and ka-boom...I fused my way. Lucas was too much of a coward to own up to it. He blamed it on my mother and left her alone in it.
She thought she can confide in her best friend, Kria Lee (my loving godmother) and she encouraged my mom to open up to her parents.
The Dilaurentis (my grandparents) were known for their richness, perfect business and family life. Mr. Dilaurentis owned the biggest leather factory in the country and Mrs. Dilaurentis was a humble lady looking after her family and playing her role behind the scene (so typical *sigh*). They had 3 kids, 2 sons and 1 daughter to be specific. The oldest,Blake Dilaurentis, 20, Havard Business School and helping his father in their business (the perfect son one can ask for!!). The younger son, Bryce Dilaurentis, 18, the troublemaker, 1st year, Mechanical engineering, Northeastern University (the much preferred son in my opinion) and the youngest... the princess of the family and the most cherished and privileged kid, the daughter of the Dilaurentis house, Brooke Dilaurentis, 16, High School, topper, Cheer Captain, face of Rosewood High (and yes, that's my mom).
After much push and encouragement from Kria, my mom built up the courage and atlast broke it to her parents and brothers about her pregnancy and next she moved out of the Dilaurentis mansion and was all by herself, I tagged along though.
What happened back in the mansion is up to your imagination (typical drama). Well, I'm not surprised! The Dilaurentis have a reputation to protect! They called her the 'disgrace' of the family and my grandma blamed herself for not bringing up my mom properly and my grandpa blamed himself partly for pampering her so much and wholly my grandma, cause the whole patriarchy you know! Well, not surprised again, Blake, the perfect Dilaurentis son too insulted my mom, which still haunt her every now and then. However... in all this chaos, the one person who proved to have loved my mom truely was my dearest uncle Bryce. Though he wasn't proud of his sister, he still didn't give up on her like the others did. He still visits us and pampers me with shitload of God knows what! ( not complaining yo, just saying).
Fast forward...the present... as I was thinking all this, my mom screams my name, probably for dinner. Think she was screaming for a while cause next thing I know, she was standing right next to me! How did she manage to get in without making any sorta noise?! Weird....creep alert!
"Lsia Rosé, get your ass out here! Been calling out for hours now!" yes, my mom loves to exaggerate things and yes, she doesn't really use language filters with me and I love it! (became a parent too soon, a single parent at that).
Welcome to my small world! I'm Lisa Rosé, 16, point guard, troublemaker, single parent and ye...single af and oh please...not ready to mingle.
**Trying something new. This entire experiment is alien to me and would love to hear your suggestions and thoughts. Open to learning and doing it only cause of passion. **
