Creative Writing – My Baby

I was walking in the thick white snow, my cheeks pale pink, and my look wet, from the cold, razor-sharp wind that seemed to blow across my face. My hands in my pocket, and my topic down prevented me from seeing my way, so I raised my head. All of a sudden, my eyeball met his across the street he was tall, with sea blue look and long strawberry blond hair, which made him look ugly. simply his eyes distracted me from seeing his flaws. His small white teeth showing in a smile, when he returned my stare. I was warm my cheeks grew bright red, my eyes make full with admiration for his looks. Was it savour or lust? I thought as, I continued to stare at him.He was so kind, loving and caring, with a great personality that al ways made me smile, while I slept. He constantly made me feel good, and I reveld him so untold that I could stay awake just to hear him breathing. Due to the point that we were so young, we couldnt consummate our love for one another. I was 17, and he was 18, wh en we twain decided that we should agree our love to the next level.We requiremented it to be special, so we could treasure the moment for the rest of our lives, therefore we lied to our parents ab erupt where we were going. We stayed in a cottage, which had a fire place. We made love in summit of the fire place. The fire made our body, so hot, and sweaty.I smiled, keeping the cheer from showing in my eyes. I wish could spend the rest of my disembodied spirit in this sweet surrender. After we made love I snarl, exchangeable I have never felt before I was uttermost away dreaming, I was in ecstasy. The art of making love was sweet to me, and was exhilarating. Satisfaction drowned my body.Our body became one and we shared deep love and feelings. I have no recollection of being this happy before, but we made one mistake.We forgot to use protection-condom. At school we were never taught stimulate education. Anytime I asked my unsounded, ab aside sex she would make me wash m y mouth out with soap, then take me to church and itemize the priest he should require for me, because I was turning to sin. I always laughed when she did it. So I did it much just to watch her reaction. Three months later I found out I was pregnant.I knew I was pregnant because I had missed my issue for three months also I got fat, and had morning sickness. I did not tell apart the father that I was pregnant. I didnt want to, he wouldnt have stayed anyway. But every moment I spent with him I treasured.I didnt want to have the baby, I was too young. I thought of many ways of getting rid of the baby with out killing it. I didnt pick out what to do, or who to tell. It was too much for me to handle. So I decided to tell my mum.Telling my mum was the worst. When I told, her normally blue-gray eyes grew green with hatred. then her lips tightened against her reply ok darling. She did not shout, address nor sob. I felt as if in her reply there was a plan.Six months later. I was rea dy to give take in. I preferred making the baby, thangiving birth to it, as I dreamt far away of the night it happened. It was as if my bacchanal of paroxysm, triggered the baby. My baby was born he was small, and breathtaking. My breath was taken away when my mum said you cant keep him. There was no way I could announce my voice had gone with shock.She took my baby away from me. I turned away so she could not see the expressions in my eyes. It took a moment for the shock-wave of pain to travel down my body, to my brain. The agony was so intense that a scream involuntarily tore its way from my throat. I hated her for what she did.My mum and I lived in silence, in a house where the love had been stolen. Although I stayed to take care of her, because she was ill with Alzheimer. Since my baby was gone I had no love to give, I had put a brick wall around my effect, which was guarded by my hatred for the world.At home in the sitting room inebriation my daily caffeine shot, while wa tching DR PHIL, and my mum rambling scattered words to the T.V. The phone called for me.The voice came through the telephone, echoing through a corridor 12 months long. We have an address, said the voice on the phone, my heart started to beat loud it got so loud it made the voice the inaudible. 314 maple road, Leicester, could be wheremy son lives.I hesitated when I got to the door. I didnt want to ruin his happiness, in his newlife. But my happiness has already been ruined, I said selfishly. My sense trembled asI rang the bell twice. A little boy answered the door. many a(prenominal) questions argued in my mind all at once could he be my son? Could this be my baby? I felt happy when he spoke hello said the soft voice. I could stay muzzy in this moment forever.