Crazy for Me (Under Heavy Editing!), V.A. Monaghan [reading in the dark .txt] 📗

soft voice as she wrapped her chubby arms around my shaking body.
I cried harder and handed her Natalie's letter and the attached money. I watched her read it. She sighed and shook her head.
"I knew she was worth nothing. She's right though. I never did like her much."
I sat there shocked. Instead of yelling and screaming like I wanted, I walked out to my car, after slamming the door. I angrily drove to Jonjon's. He said he had some work I might be interested in. I had turned him down, thinking I could go home and hang with Natalie. Guess that's out the window now. At least nothing was holding me down now.

Soooo...how do you guys like the big news? From here, the POV's might change everyother chapter or sometimes not at all. But trust me, this is not the last Tate has seen of Natalie. I'll be skipping long lengths of time because the pregnancy process is very slow sooooo..yea! Comment! I' going to try telling all of the people that have favorites the book about new updates. Thanks!

 

Chapter 7

Natalie's POV
I'd been living with Tate for a little over a month. I found a job at a pet shop a couple blocks away from his house so I had to drop the band and my crew. Jamion's funeral was small. Only the crew had shown up. We decided to break up the crew. Jamion started it so, in his memory, he ended it too. It was his life and we weren't gonna go on with out him.
I started to get a little sick, throwing up maybe once or twice a day. It started maybe two weeks after Tate showed up high and we did it in the hallway of his house. I had just been glad his mom hadn't walked in. We hadn't done anything more than kiss or make-out since then. We kind of started going out without realizing it. Anyways, I went to the doctors to get checked out. I already had an idea of what had happened, I just wanted proof. I wanted to know I wasn't crazy or just paranoid.
Dr. Manson walked back into the examination room. He flipped through my papers as he sat down. It felt like agonizing hours instead of just a few seconds. He nodded to himself, took a deep breath, and looked at me.
"Well Miss. Croft, it looks like you're pregnant. Maybe a little over a month along."
I felt my breath hitch. That's what was missing that first morning. The "protection". I knew I was going to keep the baby. I'm against abortion and there's no way in hell that I'm giving my baby to another family. I had lost my parents, therefore, I refuse to give my child up willingly.
"I'm going to prescribe a prenatal medication. It's over the counter so I suggest going straight to the nearest store and picking some up. Follow the directions on the label. You HAVE to take them every day, otherwise your child may be born with defects." He took a deep breath and kept going, "Eat healthy and do moderate exercise every day. Yoga is a poplar one but walking for about 30 minutes a day will do. Try to find a OB/GYN close to where you plan to live."
And with that and a "good luck", he left me alone. The words "pregnant" kept going through my head. That's when I realized I'd have to tell Tate. And then I thought again. No I don't. Tate wasn't ready to be a father. Whenever he's not with me, he's off doing business with his gang friends. I'd met them a couple times, but Tate didn't want me to be around them. I didn't want to anyways. They looked scary and mean. They were like a second family to Tate though. He would never give them up for a baby and a girl and I would never have my child involved with that shit.
After going to Walgreens to pick up a flavored water and the prenatal pills, I took the bus back to Tate's house. On the way there, I started thinking. I've already been emancipated from Nate and I have a valid reason to drop out of school. I have a couple thousand dollars in the bank. I could just move back to Quintana. I missed the dry Texas air next to the gulf. It'd be good place away from all of the gangs and people of Albany to raise a baby. Tate would never be a good father so I'd just have to suffice as both mother and father.
No one was home when I got there. I went inside and looked around. This wasn't my home. I was an intruder here. His mom could barley stand me. Tate said he wouldn't be home till late tonight and his mom had a double shift. I ran upstairs and started stuffing all of my clothes and bathroom stuff into my suitcase. I booked a flight for the next afternoon on my phone. After calling a cab, I called the job I had only had for about a month and told them I'd pick up my last pay check in an hour. I didn't tell them where I was going because I didn't want Tate to find me.
I decided to write a note for Tate and leave $100 to keep his mom quiet. I looked at the words I had written and felt a tear roll down my cheek. I wanted to stay so bad, but my choices didn't just effect me anymore. Now my life was just for me and the baby.

Tate's POV
When I got home, I couldn't find Natalie. I checked every room in the house. When I got to my bedroom, all of her stuff was gone. Was she pissed I didn't come home till late? She never acted like it bothered her before but women were crazy. Then I say the envelope on the counter.
After taking out the two 50 dollar bills, I read the letter.
Dear Tate, You have no idea how hard this is for me. I was getting so comfortable staying here with you and your mom. I'm sorry to say I can't stay anymore. Something came up and it's something I know you would never be able to handle. Maybe in a few years I'll come back and explain. There's nothing you can do for me. It hurts me so much to have to leave. That's why I left before you go home because if I was saying these things to your face, I'd probably break down and tell you thr truth. But, and this may sound cliche and corny, you can't handle the truth. The only thing I will say, is that I was starting to fall in love with you. Everything you couldn't stand about yourself, I loved. I loved that you were different. Everything about your looks made you who you are. Everything about your personality made me fall harder. I want you to know that you mean the world to me. For right now, you're the best thing that ever happened to me. You'll always have a place in my heart. I'll love you more than you'll ever know, but I'll also always have a piece of you with me.
Love~ Natalie P.S. The money is to give your mom an extra thank you for letting me stay. I always had the feeling she didn't like me but she's a good woman and raised a good son.

I could see a couple spots where the paper had wrinkled a little bit from getting wet. She was crying as she wrote this for me. I had no idea why she'd leave. Then I started crying. Angry and confused, I punched the wall closest to me, breaking all the way to the foundation. Just then my mom walked in.
"Tate! Natalie! I got take out!" she called from the front hallway.
Hearing Natalie's name made me cry harder. Mom walked in and stopped with a shocked look on her face.
"Tate! Baby boy, what's wrong?" she said in her soft voice as she wrapped her chubby arms around my shaking body.
I cried harder and handed her Natalie's letter and the attached money. I watched her read it. She sighed and shook her head.
"I knew she was worth nothing. She's right though. I never did like her much."
I sat there shocked. Instead of yelling and screaming like I wanted, I walked out to my car, after slamming the door. I angrily drove to Jonjon's. He said he had some work I might be interested in. I had turned him down, thinking I could go home and hang with Natalie. Guess that's out the window now. At least nothing was holding me down now.

Soooo...how do you guys like the big news? From here, the POV's might change everyother chapter or sometimes not at all. But trust me, this is not the last Tate has seen of Natalie. I'll be skipping long lengths of time because the pregnancy process is very slow sooooo..yea! Comment! I' going to try telling all of the people that have favorites the book about new updates. Thanks!

 

Chapter 8

This is a filler. Basically it's just a quick update on how Tate and Natalie are doing. After this, I'll probably skip a long length of time because like I said before, the pregnancy process is sloooooooooooww!! Alright, well ily all!

Natalie's POV
The cab dropped me off in front of a Comfort Inn right off the highway in Quintana. I glanced around and had a double take when I saw something at the end of the street. The ocean. I had missed it so much. I knew this is where I had to stay. I had to give my baby the best life possible and the only way I could do that is without Tate being a role model.
I grabbed a paper and checked into a room. After sitting down and grabbing a pen, I got down to business. I need a job and a place to stay. Yeah, I had some cash saved up, but it would only last maybe a month or two. I also had to have money for baby stuff. I've seen enough 16 and Pregnant and Teen Mom episodes to