Name: Collin
Age: 19
Appearence: average high, thin, messy black hair, green eyes, pale skin
Personality: quiet, shy, cheerful, calm
Collin was standing in the bus. He looked around and saw his reflection on the window. Gosh, he was so horrible now. His face and his hair were dirty, his clotches were torn, and he was already starting to show. He placed a hand on his belly, thinking about the past events from the last months.
Since Collin had discovered he was pregnant, his parents kicked him out of the house, with nothing but the clothes he was wearing. His father said that they didn't want a 'pregnant slutty fag', as his father had so cruelly spoke, on their house. His mother and little sister had accepted the fact that Collin was pregnant (and bissexual, as he explained to them), but not his father. And, well, when his father decided something, no one could disagree, unless you were willing to be beaten, since his father was a very violent person.
Well, his father had told him to miscarry the babies (yeah, because his belly was too big to have just one baby inside it), but Collin refused. When his father beated him and kicked him off, he went to his boyfriend's house, but he broke up with Collin, telling him 'he wasn't prepared to be a dad'.
"And now, look at me" Collin thought to himself "Here I am, 7 months pregnant, with who-know-how-many babies, alone, with nowhere to go". He had asked for help to some other people he knew, but male pregnancy was something new, and there was a lot of prejudice against pregnant men. Collin didn't knew what to do, he was just hoping to find a place in some charity house or something like that. Maybe he could go to an orphanage and say he was an orphan now... It was kinda true, he guessed.
It was snowing outside, and Collin shivered because of the cold. Out there, he could see houses decorated with beautiful lights and Santa Claus statues.
He looked to an old man reading a newspaper near him, and asked "Excuse me, sir, but, could you tell me what day is today?". The old man looked at him, stared at his belly for five seconds with disapproval, and only then, replied "Today is December 1st, boy" the old man said, and continued reading his newspaper.
"Wow, it's almost christmas" Collin thought, remembering how funny christmas used to be on his house. And, as if they were sensing his happyness, the babies started to kick him. He rubbed his belly, trying to calm them down, when the bus stopped and someone entered in the bus
Age: 19
Appearence: average high, thin, messy black hair, green eyes, pale skin
Personality: quiet, shy, cheerful, calm
Collin was standing in the bus. He looked around and saw his reflection on the window. Gosh, he was so horrible now. His face and his hair were dirty, his clotches were torn, and he was already starting to show. He placed a hand on his belly, thinking about the past events from the last months.
Since Collin had discovered he was pregnant, his parents kicked him out of the house, with nothing but the clothes he was wearing. His father said that they didn't want a 'pregnant slutty fag', as his father had so cruelly spoke, on their house. His mother and little sister had accepted the fact that Collin was pregnant (and bissexual, as he explained to them), but not his father. And, well, when his father decided something, no one could disagree, unless you were willing to be beaten, since his father was a very violent person.
Well, his father had told him to miscarry the babies (yeah, because his belly was too big to have just one baby inside it), but Collin refused. When his father beated him and kicked him off, he went to his boyfriend's house, but he broke up with Collin, telling him 'he wasn't prepared to be a dad'.
"And now, look at me" Collin thought to himself "Here I am, 7 months pregnant, with who-know-how-many babies, alone, with nowhere to go". He had asked for help to some other people he knew, but male pregnancy was something new, and there was a lot of prejudice against pregnant men. Collin didn't knew what to do, he was just hoping to find a place in some charity house or something like that. Maybe he could go to an orphanage and say he was an orphan now... It was kinda true, he guessed.
It was snowing outside, and Collin shivered because of the cold. Out there, he could see houses decorated with beautiful lights and Santa Claus statues.
He looked to an old man reading a newspaper near him, and asked "Excuse me, sir, but, could you tell me what day is today?". The old man looked at him, stared at his belly for five seconds with disapproval, and only then, replied "Today is December 1st, boy" the old man said, and continued reading his newspaper.
"Wow, it's almost christmas" Collin thought, remembering how funny christmas used to be on his house. And, as if they were sensing his happyness, the babies started to kick him. He rubbed his belly, trying to calm them down, when the bus stopped and someone entered in the bus
