MY BABY'S DAD IS THE BILLIONAIRE I SAVED

. The evening rain was already co

o! Please forgive me, I didn't mean for any of this to happ

e you want to act like a grown wo

years of my life carefully building?" I questioned myself as I saw my wor

ard my father's voice, hammer

my face gave me away the moment I opened the door and my father, a man I feared

ed. I looked at him while fidgeting with my fingers, not knowing what to say

ped his newspaper, took off his reading glasses, and looked at me

l a pregnancy; it signaled the total a

as suddenly too thin to breathe as I clutched a plastic

n that definitely didn't include a baby at eighteen. I was supposed to be the "success story" of the Johnson family. A brilliant girl and dedicated chorister, and the unwavering promise I'd made to myself that my body b

"Sign-Out" party. It was the final celebration before graduation, and was supposed to be our night of freedom a

, Oma. You're too wound up," Tasha said,

all along, I had seen her as the sister I never had; an

kly-sweet jungle juice, while Tasha kept whispering

ought it was my boyfriend. Little did I know that I w

emembered waking up the next morning in an unfamiliar motel room, alone, and wearing onl

off. Mocking me of going in with a certain Leo or maybe Theo or whoever. T

t all would be forgotten until three weeks later, when I started noticing cha

ed. I knew I couldn't hide this from my father, a retired military man w

" His voice was sti

as one night, at the sign-out party."

immediately against the door-fram

you don't know the father of this bastard in your wo

for a nameless coward; how could you be this careless and stupid? You are a complete disgrace to the memory of my mother. You

sponsible for that baby growing in you. Make sure you find that bastard,

this front porch to take responsibility. Until then, you are a stranger

he porch, the rain instantly soaking through my thin hoodie, and I was shivering vio

nklin and I are heading to the movie