Rye Wilson [D9f] fin
Sept 18, 2018 7:30:32 GMT -5
Post by Penguin 🐧 on Sept 18, 2018 7:30:32 GMT -5
Rye Wilson
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I am definitely a free spirit. I've been through a lot of shit in my life, which is saying something when you're a poor girl from District Nine, and yet I'm still able to roll with the punches and continue to adapt. Rape? Been there, done that. Abusive father? Been there too. In a sick way, I find it amusing that a body can be through so much in just fifteen short years. It's like I've lived multiple lives all smashed into one, horribly twisted and messed up lifetime.
My mother always tried to protect me from Travis, but we both knew she had no power over him. And yes, I just called my dad by his real name. There's no use in calling him Dad if he was more like an executioner. With each slap of his hand, he killed the innocent Rye Wilson until nothing was left except this shell of a person. He forced me to grow up before I was ready. He forced me to hang out with the wrong crowd in order to feel like I was wanted. And that's what got me in this mess.
Milo, one of the boys in my friend group, was the father of my baby. I know because he betrayed me in the worst way possible. I haven't seen him since the day I told him I was pregnant, which is when he sweared to kill me if anyone found out about it. Now it's just a dirty secret, a smudge mark on my reputation that I can never wipe away. Teen moms don't move up in the factory ranks. After all, who would hire someone so irresponsible for such an important job?
Travis tried to kill me when it became obvious that I was pregnant. The Peacekeepers got involved and took him away to who knows where. It doesn't matter as long as he's gone. Mom and I were still poor with a baby on the way, but the relief of his absence made it worth it. We're making it work between the two of us, but I'm worried about what will happen when I'm no longer able to work. Mom isn't strong enough to keep two jobs.
We try to focus on the positives. My doctors aren't good enough to determine the gender, but I'm happy either way. I hope the baby inherits my black hair and not Milo's unattractive mop of curls. Mom says the baby will be a feisty one with a mother like me, but I think the opposite; I may be outgoing and stubborn, but I want my baby to be more innocent and loving. In a way, I want her to be everything that I always admired in other people. She needs to have everything that I was never able to have.
I'll spend the rest of my life trying to support this family, in an effort to make her life as good as possible. I had always envisioned something a lot different for myself, but I have faith that everything happens for a reason. I've learned to ride with life and accept the things that are thrown my way, because there's no use trying to change things that can't be changed. Sure, sometimes it sucks. And I get sad just like everyone else. But all you can do is pick yourself and keep moving forward, because those are the people that make a difference in the world.
"I love you, and I haven't even met you."
My hands massage my stomach, which is getting more uncomfortable by the day. The baby should be here within a few months. We weren't able to pinpoint an exact due date, which is stressful for me and my mother, but we'll try to be as ready as possible when it's time. Births don't always go smoothly for mothers in the districts, and I don't expect mine to be easy based on my life history. But if these are my last weeks, I sure as hell want to make the most of them.
"Hey Mom, can you read it again?"
I don't like showing weakness, espeically to my mother who has always been strong for me. But sometimes it's easy to forget that I'm only a fiifteen-year-old girl who still needs love to keep moving through life. My mother and I enjoy reading old picture books to the baby, but they are also a good way for us to bond since we weren't very close when Travis was here. And this might sound cheesey, but it makes me feel like a little girl again.
Bean Zander Wilson was born on a Tuesday. He was the cutest baby I've ever seen in my life, and I'm still brought to tears just thinking about that day. The labor was hard on my body, but nothing was going to stop me from bringing my son into the world. I can't wait to watch him become a man, and I sure hope he's grateful for everything I've done to get him here.