My generous behind sat on the soft green grass, my back against the tree trunk that had our names carved into it. My eyes wandered from the bush I was staring at, to the leaves of the tree I leaned against. I squinted as the bright light shone through. Autumn was getting close, the leaves had already began to fall. My eyes went back to the bush, waiting for it to rustle, a sign of his arrival. It, and the others like it, were short enough to not look so cumbersome, but tall enough to hide whatever was going on in their shadows. It was why we chose this place. Anthony and I.

Anthony was one of those guys at school. The guy who was smart, amazing at sports, came from a good, rich family and very easy on the eyes. Every girl at school had a crush on him, including myself. But I was never the kind to try and get his attention like the other girls did. I didn't have to though, because last year I got paired up with him for a class project. I got to have that one on one time every girl at school wanted. The ultimate teenage dream came true when I found out that he liked me too, and it didn't take long for us to start a relationship. We spent a lot of time together, most at this very spot. We were in love, that much I knew, and I couldn't wait to see what the future held for us.

My hands instantly went to my stomach, rubbing the bump that hasn't even shown itself yet. It brought us joy and fear all at the same time.

We were having a baby, something my mother was not here for, but supported us anyway. What his parents thought was a little bit more important, especially his current mayor, Governor wanna be father. He was a well loved man in the area, who had hopes of becoming the first black president. And if he never fulfill those goals, he was grooming Anthony to do so.

I was eager to hear what the man, and the rest of his family had to say, it was why we had to meet up today. He was planning on telling them this morning and would report to me what they had said.

But more than an hour had passed now, and the excitement of seeing him was beginning to fade. The sun was going to set soon and I needed an answer from him. I couldn't wait anymore, I had to go to his house.

I got up from the grass, dusted my behind off and made my way from our spot to the midst of the local park. It was still filled with people, hoping to get the most of their summer as it came to an end. I then made my way to his house, taking the route I knew he always took in the chance he would be on his way and see me.

My brisk walking got me there in 20 minutes, a new record. I would have to tell him about this, he always teased me on how slow I supposedly walked. I went up to the gate and greeted the guard.

"Hey Rick," I said "I'm here to see Anthony."

"Hey, how you been kid?" he asked as he entered the booth the open the gate....or at least that's what I thought he was doing.

"I'm good," I answered before I heard him talking on the phone

"Mr. Whitmore, Kendra is here."

That was strange, he usually lets me in without calling. There was a buzz before the gate opened. I walked in and down the stony driveway, making my way towards the front door. But before I got to it, it opened, and out walked Anthony. Another strange thing, he never came out to greet me. I smiled anyway, happy to see him. He smiled back, but it didn't reach his eyes. Something was wrong.

"You stood me up," I joked, hoping to change the mood.

He chuckled, rubbing the back off his neck. When we finally met in the middle of the driveway, he took my hand and began leading me around the house, towards the back.

"Where are we going?" I asked

"We need to talk," was all he said

We never made it to the back of the house. Instead we came to a stop at the side, among the flowers the gardener had planted. I turned to him. The fake smile was no longer there.

"What's going on?" I asked "Did you tell your parents about the baby?"

That had to be it right? His parents were just as pissed as my mom was about the pregnancy.

"Yes I did."

"And what did they say?"

He stayed silent, and I could see the wheels turning in his head.

"I can't do this Kendra," he finally said

I was confused. Was he afraid to repeat what his parents had said?

"Can't do what?" I asked

"This." he pointed between himself and I, "We can't be together."

Confusion rose in me once more. Where was this coming from? Just yesterday he told me he loved me.

"You're breaking up with me?" I asked, not wanting to believe what I was hearing

He looked away and that gave me my answer. I stepped back, increasing the distance between us.

"I'm sorry," he said, "but this isn't a good look for my father's campaign, or my future."

"How is being with me bad for your father's campaign? I'm not a bad person Anthony."

"I know you're not."

"Then why is being with me bad?"

I couldn't understand his statement. I was a good person, I never got into trouble (ignore the fetus in my uterus for a second). His parents liked me...well, his father did. His mother seemed to just tolerate me. But still, there was never a problem. Why was there one now?

He didn't answer my question. Instead he looked down at my stomach. It wasn't me, it was our baby.

Teenage son knocking up his girlfriend would be a gold mine for his father's opponents and his future ones. But I still couldn't understand. I was pregnant, and I had no intention of having an abortion, he knew that. So how would breaking up with me solve anything? He got me pregnant, whether we stay together or not.

"What is breaking up with me going to accomplish Anthony? It won't make our baby disappear."

"I know," he said before looking away again

There was more that he needed to say, but he was afraid.

"What is it?" I asked, my anger and frustration growing by the second

"I can't be apart of it," he said pointing at my stomach, "raising it."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

"Are you serious right now?" I asked, the tears finally starting to run down my cheeks

"Do you have any idea how bad this will make my father look? Make me look in the future? No one would vote for me knowing I got some girl pregnant in high school," he was angry now

But he wasn't the only one.

"So I'm some girl now?"

"Kendra listen...."

"You're breaking up with me and abandoning our child because of your hypothetical election? Are you serious?"

He stayed silent, knowing I was right. But there was more, there had to be. Abandoning me wasn't going to solve his problem.

"I still don't understand Anthony. How does breaking up with me and abandoning your child make everything go away? Improve you and your father's reputation? The baby is still here," I patted my stomach "You're still the father."

"No one will know I'm the father," he answered

"And how would they not know?"

"You won't tell them."

My eyes widened, "You want me to keep our child a secret?"

"No," he answered as cool as he could "I want you to keep me being the father a secret."

"And why would I do that?" I asked, interested in hearing what he could possibly say to answer that question

He slowly pulled a folded paper out of his pocket before handing it over to me. I took, unfolded it. I quickly noticed the bank logo at the top. I scanned the paper. The more I read, the more disgusted I was.

It was information about a bank account. It was in my name and had twenty thousand dollars in it.

"Every year this stays hidden, we add ten thousand," he informed me

"Why would I accept this?" I said, waving the paper in his face

"Because you need it," he said

He was right. My mother was a doctor, she could afford to take care of me and my child. But a time would come when I had to do this all on my own, a time when I could no longer depend on my mother.

My chest tightened, and tears ran down my face once more. I wasn't his special girl anymore. I was no longer the love of his life. Was I ever that to him? To him and his family, I was now a secret. A dirty little secret they had to bury.

"I can't believe you're doing this to me, to us," I said now sobbing "Am I not good enough? Is our child not good enough?"

"Kendra I'm sorry," he said, looking me in the eyes

He looked genuine, heartbroken, guilty, but I found it hard to believe. If he felt those things, why was he doing this to us? Why would he hurt me like that?

My eyes caught movement in the window over our heads, and I looked up. There stood his mother, not trying to hide the fact she was listening in on our conversation. Her face was cold, unfeeling, unremorseful. I had no doubt this was all her doing. And to think I was willing to give the old hag a chance for the sake of her grandchild. She didn't want it, so I was done being the respectful girl my mother raised me to be.

"Bitch," I mouthed at her and saw her eyebrows raise in surprise. She was not expecting that.

It wiped my tears, turning back to the girl my mother taught me to be. Strong.

I walked up to Anthony, my face as hard as I could make it. He looked scared as I approached. I was pleased.

"You don't have to worry about anyone telling anyone you're the father," his face relaxed at my words "I don't want anyone to know my child has an immature coward as a father"

The relief on his face was gone. He was hurt. But I didn't care anymore. He deserved it. That look on his face was all I needed to see.

In that moment I turned on my heel and walked away. My strides quick and long. This was goodbye. Not just to him and his bitchy mother and this massive house. It was goodbye to what was left of my teen years. Goodbye to the well thought out plan I had for my life. It was goodbye to my gullible heart, a heart I wasn't sure wanted to be in love again.

I walked through the gate, paper tight in my hand, ignoring Rick's questions of concern. Was it weird that I was going to miss the guard? I walked past the snooty neighbors. Walked pass the houses I thought I would one day own, away from the life I thought I would one day have.

I kept on walking, and never looked back. 

And there it is, the beginning of Loving Wright. If you like leave a vote or comment telling me what you think. This is the first thing I've posted in almost a year, so be gentle. 

Next chapter should be up soon!