(05-22-2014, 11:24 PM)pushinghard Wrote: "Yes?" she says, placing her stethoscope back around her neck.
Well, when i found out i was pregnant, I told my parents, and they kicked me out of home. my sister and my mom wanted me to stay, but my dad did not believe me when I said I had been raped. He threw me out of the house, saying: "You were foolish enough to get pregnant, now will be foolish enough to live alone, "preggy boy"." no one of my friends want to help me, so i had to live alone on the streets without money, sleeping in cardboard boxes or anything else. The only thing I had was a ring that My little sister, Alice, had given me, and I sold it to get money for food. The winter was terrible, i felt so cold. but in the end, even the money for food ran out, and then I was not anything new. For me, it would have been very easy to let me die, so I would not suffer anymore. but my babies needed me, so I did the only thing he could: look for a job. But nobody wanted to give employment to a pregnant boy. The only place I could find a job was in a "pregnant man sexy club", where people could pay for sex with us. I did not take the job in the beginning but after a week without eating, I was desperate, and afraid, so I took it. In my first day there, tree teenage boys chosed me. They were paying well, so my boss (the bar owner) ordered me to go with them. I needed the money, so i went... and they...they *cries* Oh, Lydia, i'm sorry, I regret what I did, but it was the only way to stay alive, and keep my babies alive. Sorry to ask you to listen to this, but i was feeling so lonely. *cry and hugs himself*. I'm disgusted with myself, and worried about my babies... i am afraid they are in danger.