18 YEAR OLD GIRL FOLLOWS HER BOYFRIEND TO THE BUSH ,YOU WONT BELEIVE WHAT HAPPENED NEXT
Helen held her tightly. “We will figure this out, my love. I promise you.” But deep down, Jessica wasn’t sure there was a way out.
A few days later, Jessica gathered the courage to visit Lillian. She needed her best friend. She needed support. But when she entered Lillian’s house, Lillian was sitting with David.
Jessica’s heart stopped.
David smirked. “Oh look, your best friend and I were just talking.”
Jessica felt like vomiting. “Lillian, what’s going on?”
Lillian bit her lip, avoiding Jessica’s gaze. “Jessica, I don’t know what to believe.”
Jessica’s chest caved in. Not Lillian too.
“You’re saying he forced you,” Lillian said carefully, “but people are saying you followed him willingly. I mean… you never told me you didn’t like him. You always defended him when I warned you.”
Jessica felt like her heart had been ripped out.
“You don’t believe me?” she whispered.
Lillian looked away. “I just… I don’t know, Jess.”
David leaned back, grinning. “See? Even your best friend isn’t sure. Maybe you should stop this drama.”
Jessica felt something inside her snap.
She had lost. She had lost everything—her reputation, her best friend, her future. She turned and ran out of the house, tears streaming down her face.
She ran and ran, not knowing where she was going. All she knew was that her life would never be the same again.
Jessica ran aimlessly through the streets, blinded by her tears. Her heart pounded violently in her chest, and her breathing came in short gasps. The pain she felt inside was unbearable—worse than anything she had ever imagined.
David had destroyed her. The boy she had once trusted had shattered her life. And now, even her best friend, Lillian—the one person she thought would always stand by her—had doubted her story.
“Maybe you should stop this drama…”
Those words from David echoed in her mind, taunting her, breaking her apart even further.
Jessica stumbled, almost falling, but she kept running. She didn’t care where she was going. She just needed to escape.
But no matter how fast she ran, she couldn’t outrun the truth.
She was pregnant.
She was alone.
And the world had turned against her.
When Jessica finally made it back home, she was exhausted and broken. Her mother, Mrs. Helen, was waiting in the living room, her eyes red and puffy from crying. The second she saw Jessica, she rushed forward and pulled her into a tight embrace.
“Jessica, where did you go?” she whispered, her voice filled with worry. “I’ve been looking for you everywhere.”
Jessica didn’t respond. She just stood there—numb, lifeless.
Her father, Mr. Patrick, sat in the corner, his jaw clenched. His entire body was tense with suppressed rage.
“Where have you been?” he demanded.
Jessica opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out.
Mrs. Helen gently pulled her down to sit beside her. “Baby, please talk to us. What happened?”
Jessica lowered her head, silent tears streaming down her face.
“I went to see Lillian,” she finally whispered.
Her mother’s eyes softened, and Jessica let out a choked sob. “She doesn’t believe me.”
Her father cursed under his breath, his fists clenching tightly. “This is what that bastard wanted. He turned everyone against you.”
Jessica wiped her tears, shaking her head. “Mom, Dad… what do I do now?”
Her mother’s grip on her tightened, but she had no answer.
Her father finally exhaled deeply, his voice strained with pain. “Jessica, no matter what happens, you are still my daughter. You are still my baby. And I will stand by you.”
Jessica’s body shook harder at those words.
At least she still had her parents.
But would that be enough?
As the weeks passed, Jessica’s pregnancy started showing. At first, she tried hiding it under baggy clothes, but it was no use.
The entire neighborhood found out.
The whispers started. The judgmental stares followed. Neighbors would pause their conversations whenever she walked past. Some would shake their heads in pity, while others whispered cruel words behind her back.
“Such a disgrace. Sixteen years old and already carrying a bastard child.”
“What kind of girl follows a boy into the bush?”
Jessica felt like a ghost in her own community. She stopped going outside. She stopped attending school. Even when her mother encouraged her to ignore the gossip, Jessica couldn’t bring herself to face the world.
She was ashamed. She was trapped.
And worst of all—she still had to carry David’s child.
One fateful evening, as Jessica sat outside her house lost in thought, she saw David walking down the street. He was laughing with his friends, acting as if nothing had happened.
Jessica’s heart twisted in rage and pain. How could he be so free? How could he live his life like nothing happened?
Just as she was about to turn away, David’s gaze locked onto hers. A smirk.
Jessica’s blood ran cold.
He walked straight toward her, his arrogance burning like fire.
“Jessica,” he said smoothly, “you’re looking good. Pregnancy suits you.”
Jessica’s hands clenched into fists. “Get away from me, David.”
David chuckled. “Relax. Why are you so angry? We made a baby together. You should be thanking me.”
Jessica’s vision blurred with rage. How dare he?
“I will never forgive you for what you did to me,” she whispered, her voice shaking.
David leaned in, lowering his voice so only she could hear. “And what exactly did I do to you, Jessica? Because as far as everyone knows, you followed me willingly.”
Jessica’s stomach twisted with sickness.
David straightened up and grinned. “You should be happy—you’re famous now. Everyone knows your name.”
And with that, he turned and walked away, laughing with his friends.
Jessica ran inside and broke down completely.
The following week, Jessica’s parents took her to the hospital for a routine checkup. As she sat in the waiting area, she overheard two nurses whispering.
“That’s the girl who got pregnant at 16. Such a pity.”
“But honestly, girls of nowadays—they put themselves in these situations. She should have been smart.”
Jessica’s throat closed up.
They were blaming her.
Everyone was blaming her.
She wanted to scream. To tell them that she didn’t choose this. That David took everything from her.
But she knew it wouldn’t matter.
No one cared about her pain.
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