Sandy: I Live Under A Rock?

I pulled the comforter over my head. There was loud knocking at the door.
Me: Who ever it is shut the fuck up! Before I get too pissed. And you will regret it.
Kitty: I doubt that.
Me: Go away Kitty.
Well Miss. KitKat Curtis had to pick my freakin lock. I couldn't let her see me like this. I tried to cover up my black eye.
Kitty: Sandy.
I couldn't deal with it anymore. I took my hand off my eye.
Kitty: SHIT!
Me: I know.
Kitty: Well I found out the secret you were keeping from me.
Me: What is it then?
Kitty: Two-Bit and you know Marica.
Me: I'm sorry Kitty. I found out and I didn't know what to do. But don't worry she's a bigger slut than me. And I thought that was impossible.
Kitty: Do you want to have two black eyes?
I cringed at the thought. The horrific memories from last night poured in my mind.
Me: Nope.
Kitty: Then stop having fuckin low self esteem. Sandy you made a couple of stupid mistakes. And you're not a slut! That bitch Marcia is.
Her fists were clentched.
Me: I was thinking about it. The only thing I could blame it on is. The alcohol.
Kitty: I will drink to that.
Her face was flushed. She wasn't herself anymore. I hugged her.
Me: Kitty seriously don't start drinking heart broken. That's how you know me and Soda happened. And before that me and Bob.
Kitty: You're giving me another reason to drink.
Me: You can't blame yourself if he's a man whore! I can't believe you woke me up! Okay you will wait in here as I take care of my daughter.
She followed me into Danielle's nursery.
Danielle: Mama!
I picked her up and kissed her.
Me: Hey baby.
Awwww! She's only 2! And she is a good speaker. X 10 adorableness. I went into the kitchen and started feeding her. She started crying. She kept on turning her head as I tried to put food in her mouth. I left her there with her staring at her food. She was crying. Diva already.
Me: Kitty please. Can you watch her and make sure she eats?
Kitty: Do I look like a fuckin daycare?
Me: Please. I'm not talking to Mark after what he did to me.
Kitty: He gave you your?
She pointed to my eye. I nodded.
Kitty: Yeah I will look after her.
I did a quick leap and took a shower. I got dressed into a gray romper. Yeah I'm cool like that. I spent 15 minutes putting concealer on to hide my black eye. I went into the kitchen. Danielle ate. Her diva act was over. I picked her up and bathed her, changed her, and dressed her. PHEW! I went back into the kitchen. I turned back and changed. I wasn't in the rompery mood! I put on a high waisted skirt with a camisole and wedges. I let my hair loose.
Me: Kitty, don't beat yourself over this.
Kitty: I want to kill her.
Me: Acceptable. Trust me I hate her. She's a bitch what do you excpect? But Kitty find a way not to I don't know kill her?
Kitty: Get even.
Me: Now you're thinking.
Kitty: Hmmmmm....
Me: Okay so you will go home. Get dressed into something HOT. And find ways to "get even" that aren't that violent.
She hugged me. She left. I checked my phone. 1 new text:
Sam: Want to go out today???
Me: Y not.
Sam: i will pick u up.
Me: kk XD.
Soon he came to the door. We drove to a restaurant on the south side. We talked, kissed, and talked. Overall it was a pretty good date. Went home. Wow I'm boring today. :P. I locked the door and looked at pics. Tehe I will post them.
Leah: Open the fuckin door!
Me: Nope.
Leah: I'm starting to believe you live under a rock now.
Me: Good I live under a rock. You know my rock is awesome. There's a plasma screen TV, I got my little pimps, and NOT YOU!
Leah: What's up your ass?
Me: Correction what's up my eye?
Leah: What the fuck?
I opened the door. I splashed water on my eye to reveal my black eye.
Leah: Shit.
She held me as I cried. She hasn't held me since I got kicked out.
This day had to come. I feared for it but I can't hide it any longer. Honey why did you give up cheerleading? Uhm I want to focus on my academics more. Real answer: I'm pregnant and every time I flip I puke. And I'm a fat ass now. No one can hold me up on top. I tiptoed downstairs.
Me: Hi mommy.
The doorbell rang. It was Soda. I needed him there when I told my parents. He didn't even know yet that the baby wasn't his. We ate our homecooked dinner.
Me: Mom, dad. Soda and I have something to tell you.
Hannah was a blonde then. She dyed her hair back to normal!!!! No longer a blondie. :(. Anywho. They all stared. Hannah fidgeted with a stray piece of hair, Lexie was strumming her air gutair, and Adam was checking the scores on his phone. They were about 14 or 13 at the time. Leah was 17, and Mark just turned 18. Leah froze as she braided her hair. Mark stared waiting.
Me: Uhm I don't know how to say this.
Soda: Uhm I will. Mr and Mrs. Davis Sandy is pregnant.
Dad: Soda I will count to 5 before I go in the kitchen get my new knife. And chop your fuckin dick off!
Mom: Sandy. I thought we raised you better. How could you let this happen? Sandy I'm ashamed that you're even my daughter.
Me: Mommy please.
Mom: Don't you're a low class hoe. Go upstairs and pack your bags. This is your last day staying at the house.
Dad: I can't even look at you right now.
Me: Daddy please.
Dad: Don't Sandy! From now on you're no longer my daughter.
Me: Daddy!
Dad: I thought we raised you right.
Me: Daddy you always taught me to do what's right.
Dad: Don't you blame this on us! This is your fault that you're a hoe! And getting knocked up!
I bolted upstairs. Soda followed. Leah did too. I cried into my bed. Leah sat down and held me.
Leah: Shhhh everything's going to be alright.
Me: No it's not.
Soda: Sandy.
Leah: Don't Soda you're the one who knocked her up!
Me: Leah please.
Leah please don't yell at him because he doesn't even know it's not his baby.
Me: Leah make me one promise.
Leah: What is that?
Me: Please don't ever hit me.
Leah: I promise Sand-Sand.
:/ Sandy