As far as I can remember my mother had no luck with men. After all having a child out out of wedlock was bad but having five with different men was what...horrible. At least we have each other right?

Kevin or boyfriend # 12 and a half left my mother with 12 dollars, knocked up and a bloody nose was back again. Forgive me for saying this but thank goodness for that miss carriage or I'd have to pray for the child's sake a miracle happen. Anyways Kevin was clean of crack now but got his high off the cheapest drug- alcohol. Of course he punched her around a few times and being the only one in this house capable of taking care of myself, I ensured my three brothers were ok. Timmy was sound asleep in the crib, which as far too small for his four year old body, Jimmy, seven, was listening to my walkman (which i don't have to tell how i got), which I turned to max so he couldn't hear my mother's cries and Kevin angry alcoholic shouts. And finally Paul (eleven) was over at a friend house studying or playing games I really didnt care as long as he wasn't here.

Once I made the mistake of going to my mother's rescue when boyfriend or was it 8, slammed her head against the wall, he punched me in my stomach and started kicking me, she got up and ran right into him and started fighting back. I felt almost....loved? The next morning she called me aside and gave me the biggest hardest slap across my face and told me to respect her 'man' which she bailed out of jail that same night he busted her ass.

I gave up on my older sister Janice years ago, she just hanged out with her friends, never usually made me or the boys any mind. Once she went missing for a week, I got worried (stupid me right) so I went to talk to my mother about it (watched too much lifetime). After that incident I never went make to her about anything. Anyways, Janice came back 2 months later, packed her few belongings, quarreled with mum and walked out pregnant as I am now.

Back to reality, Kevin doesn't have the hots for my mom anymore, how could he she has had 5 kids and been used like any old public toilet seat, and believe me it showed. The first night he came to my room was when she was so high off whatever the rent money could afford to get her she was out cold, I came home from school early because I had to cook and wash and get ready to go to work or else I'd get my ass kicked by the bitch as soon as she sobered up. He was sober, surprisingly, but still the same Kevin. I knew something was up because he asked me how was school...awkward silence....

I was over before it began and it continue like that until I told him my boyfriend would kill him, which he would if he ever knew Kevin was raping me. Knowing my mother her words would have been 'Stop seducing him and it will stop.' I should stop wearing thrift store clothes, 2 sizes to big for my 17 year old boyish body? I didn't even really the sexy in hobo.

Of course I did what anymore poor pregnant victim would go, have sex with my boyfriend and told him it was his and hope and pray he believed me. And he did. He was happy then sad then i guess just scared. Inside my heart I knew he would love it but my head knew he would hate me when he found out the truth there is no way in hell he's getting it from me.

Faster forward to labor I'll write this in later-hopefully :)

There, beside my mother, in a hospital i delivered not an alien but a healthy boy as my boyfriend held my hand and his understanding parents waited in the lobby. My mother had a boy too, prematurely. He wasn't going to make it and she didnt mind. Kevin just stared at my baby boy- Justin Gavin Wright junior named after my boyfriend. He knew....my heart started beating so fast and hard.

'Honey, I'm going to tell my parents,' Justin voice switched my attention from Kevin's stare to my baby.

I just nodded and after I could say a word to my mother she got up and walked out, probably to get a smoke outside. I was left with Kevin, who sat on the empty bed beside me.

'It's mine isn't it,' more of a statement than a question.

'I warned you Justin will kill you if he ever knew what you did to me,' I said with my eyes glued to my baby in my arms.

The nurse came to take him, disgust in her eyes, I saw that look so many time it had no effect on me anymore. I wondered how my brothers were doing staying with Grandma. I sure knew they weren't hungry.

I became aware of Kevin in the room again, I wish he just would leave and get high or whatever, but ever since he found out I was pregnant he seemed to quit drugs and slept home at nights. Which he accredited to my mother's pregnancy. He gave me corner eyes everytime my mother's attention was elsewhere. He got angry when Justin picked me up for check ups or when he bought me food or clothes. At first I thought it was some male territory thing but now I wasn't so sure.

Justin came back deeming, his parents behind him, smiling, hold each others hand and happy. They congratulated me ignoring Kevin and focusing only on me .They talked about how they were going to spoil their grandson. They had offer to take me in but I couldn't have possibly leave my brothers, I was afraid to tell them that so I lied and said my mother would never allowed it so I stayed there in the days and slept home at nights.

Jimmy, Timmy and Paul took my pregnancy very well, asking if it was their brother, rubbing my belly and rubbing my feet anytime I let it slip that they were aching. And I left it slip alot. Of course I explained to Timmy that the baby would cry alot especially in the nights and answered every question he asked since his youngest brother died-nameless to say the least.

When I got to take my baby home, he slept soundly through the first nights, and when he cried feeding was all he needed to calm him down. Eventually that ended and he really got to use those powerful vocal cord, he basically would have woke the whole house except it was empty, mother took the boys to grandma for the weekend the day before, which was unplanned or I would have been over Justin's and he could feed his boy.

As a slowly sat up in my bed, my door opened and a male silhouette stood at my door and walked to the crib took up my baby and gave it a bottle. I was so scared I could even move.

'I awake so I heated a bottle incase he woke up'

It was Kevin....with an unbelievable story but I let him feed Justin after all it was his baby.

to be continued

Spell check and proof-reading would be a start. Not to mention there are quite a few grammatical errors.

Plot-wise; intriguing. I felt you could have paced it a bit more, however. You seem to be telling a lot more than showing which is what seems to trap all writers every now and then.

Not really my sort of genre since -please don't take this the wrong way- it appears as though I've read quite a lot of these types of stories before. But I suppose it has potential.

Best of luck in finishing it =)