(Alright, Someone while back asked if they had any Idea where they could get a GF Fan Fic, so here it is..)

Author: Shall remain nameless ( Someone on a different forum abandoned the story so I took over on the rest of the chapters) I never got a chance to get a hold of that person after words.

Status: This story has at least 8 Chapters so far but its still a work in progress

Summary: Diane Narrates this story as if it was her own diary. This Previous scene takes place at the time where Diane finds out that she no longer has a mother figure in her life.

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Chapter 1

I was only four when it happened. I was at the babysitters when my father came to pick me and Tiny up. He told the babysitter that there had been an accident. I knew it had to do with my mother because she usually picked us up after work, and it was odd for my father to leave his first day of work at the factory.
We went down the hall, past our apartment. There was police tape and men in uniforms at our door. When I looked inside I saw an image that I would never forget; hanging from the door frame of the kitchen was a woman's body. Her chestnut colored hair was hanging from her head; her eyes were looking aimlessly down at the ground below her lifeless body. Her once bruised, face was purple and blue, and there was veins popping out of her neck and forehead. Her arms and legs were dangling from her body like they were attached only by a thin piece of thread. I remembered thinking: "Who's that woman in my house?"
My father turned around and saw me standing there, looking inside the apartment; he came towards me and grabbed my hand roughly. He pulled me and Tiny down the hall and out of the apartment. He took us to our grandmother's house where we stayed for two weeks.
I was sitting in the small kitchen of my grandmother's two bedroom bungalow in the Bronx, when my father returned again. He came in the door, took off his shoes and went straight to the fridge. He took out a beer and sat down at the table across from me. My grandmother and brother had just left to get the mail from the boxes down the street; I was all alone in the house with my grandmother's dog and my father. I looked across the table at him, his eyes were red from tears and his mouth was drawn down in a sad pout. His knuckles were red with blood and scabbed from the frustrated beating he had given the wall of the police station days before.
"Daddy," I said. "Where's my mommy?"
"She's dead!" he said, looking at me with those hateful eyes. It was that look that would haunt me and chill me to the bone. I got up and walked into the living room. I turned on the television and started watching G.I. Joe; I never did like those girly shows.
Just then, my grandmother and Tiny walked in the door. My grandmother saw my father and tried to talk to him, but he just got up and walked into the bathroom, not saying a word to anyone. He stayed in the bathroom for an hour. When he came out, he went back to the fridge and got another beer. He sat back down in his seat and opened his beer. He chugged the whole thing and when he finished, he slammed the bottle down on the edge of the table. The bottle shattered and tiny pieces of glass flew everywhere, all over him, all over the kitchen floor, and the table. I was still in the living room when I heard the noise. I ran to the kitchen, not knowing yet what had happened. I stepped into the room and suddenly felt a sharp pain in my bare feet. I looked across the room to where my father was sitting. His arms and hands were bleeding freely. There were tears running silently down his blank face. He quickly turned his head away from me. As soon as he turned his head, I felt two small hands grab around my waist and pull me onto the carpet of the living room. I turned my head to see my brother's worried face. It was almost white, and he looked frightened. He set me down on the stairs, lifting my feet to look at the bottoms. They were covered in cuts and blood; there was glass in every crack and crevice.
"Diana…Diana? Are you ok Diana?" he asked in a panicked voice. I just sat there stunned. I didn't feel the pain; I was empty of all feeling but one, shock. When my father looked at me, there was no love in his eyes; there was only hate, resentment, and emptiness. How could this happen? To lose a mother to a horrible death, and to lose a father to blind hate!

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Chapter 2

I had seen that hateful look from my father for ten years until I decided to change the way I viewed it. I decided that my silent disregard wasn't enough, I had to invent my own, just as effective, or maybe even more effective than his. I was always been told that I had deep, passionate eyes. Add the fact that I was an angry teenager without a mother and it fit nicely. I could cut glass with my glare. It was something I was proud of. What I wasn't proud of was what had first caused the glare.

I was in my first year of hell, or as everyone else called it, high school. Everything in high school was different from what I was used to. Everything was a little harder, meaner, or more challenging. The guys were bolder, the girls were more outgoing and they were always trying to look and be about ten years older than what they were. Everyone tried really hard to fit in, or be popular. I just tried to pass a day without beating someone up. I was never into the whole girly scene and so I never had a lot of friends. I had a few acquaintances but no real close friends. I had just gotten home from school. That day I had gotten in a fight with a spoiled little rich boy who had made a joke about my mother being ugly or something. Well, I guess you couldn't really call it a fight, it was more him calling me a name and me kicking the sh-t out of him. The principal had just suspended me for two days and I was pissed because that meant that I would miss a chemistry test and would have to make up for it at lunch when I got back to school. I was sitting on my bed doing homework, when my father got home from a meeting with the principal about my vicious habits. He came into my room, and closed the door behind him.
"What the hell's the matter with you, huh? You know that kid has a broken nose?" he asked, not looking like he actually cared.
"Good, he had it coming to him. he made a joke about mom." I said, not caring much myself. I turned back to my homework.
"You cant just go around beating people up, you know!?! You are an embarrassment!" he said.
"Take your own advice," I said standing up to face him. "How many fights did you get in last week at the bar? And how many times did Tiny and I have to come down and get your drunk ass from the bar?" He came towards me, raising his hand. I felt a hard blow against the left side of my face. I stood there stunned inside, but tried not to show it.
I looked at him with so much fire boiling up inside me that if he hadn't turned around and left the room, I would've killed him. I touched my face lightly, I could feel it starting to bruise, it would be all along my cheekbone and my eye.
Two days later, at school, a girl from my history class came up to my locker.
"Hey," she said shyly. "Um, I'm Marisol, I'm from your history class. We've been put into a group together for class. We have to do a project on the Civil War, and I thought that since you weren't here the past few days, that you could come over and we could start working on it. Would that be ok?"
"Yeah," I said not really giving a sh-t, but thinking that it had to get done so, I had better go.
"Hey, what happened to your face?" she asked, looking genuinely concerned.
"I got hit in the face in a fight a few days ago." I said, thinking how much of a lie it was because I hadn't even let the guy get a punch in.

Over the next year, I stayed away from my apartment as much as I could. I was only there for meals and to sleep. Marisol and I had become friends and started hanging out a lot more. Marisol was really cool, but she had some friends that were really slutty, and I think they only hung out with Marisol because looking at her would make themselves look better. You see, Marisol was a little over weight and she was a bit awkward. I liked her though, she was a nice person, and she didn't decide her friends based on looks. The only thing I didn't like about being away from the apartment was being away from Tiny. I really missed him in that time. He and I would occasionally go out for lunch or talk a bit after school, but really I didn't see him much. I always knew that he would be something great when he got out of this place. He was really smart, and could do anything if he put his mind to it. The only thing holding Tiny back was my father. He would constantly tell Tiny to go out and get a 'real' job. He said that Tiny would never get anywhere in life by keeping his nose in a book. I resented him for that, and I'm sure Tiny did too, because I knew that Tiny could go anywhere, do anything, and be anyone he wanted to be.



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These eyes ( Ch.3)

WARNING: Theres a strong use of bad language.

Chapter 3

For as long as I can remember, there was always violence involved in my home life. Whether it was my father beating on my mom, or my father beating on me and Tiny, there was always this sense of fear in me. I would never admit it to anyone, but I was scared of him, my father that is. Even though I had only been around four years before my mother killed herself, I still remembered my father hitting on her almost every night. He would come home, get a beer from the fridge, and get drunk. Then my mother would bring up some important subject like the bills, or his drinking habits, and he would go crazy and act all tough and superior. He would yell and scream at her like she was a dog. He would hit her over the side of the head, as if by repeating it over and over, he would somehow make his point clearer. The only thing was that his point didn't make any sense to anyone but him.
Once, I had tried to get him to stop, but what can a small 4 year old kid do against a 200lb. drunken assh-le!?! I jumped between my mother and my father and got batted out of the way by my father. I don't even think that my father knew that he had hit me until my mother had jumped across the floor to where my body was lying. My father had knocked me unconscious with a blow to my temple. When my mother picked me up to take me to the hospital, my father grabbed me and took to my room. He said that she was trying to escape and that she was going to tell the police what had happened. He said that it was all her fault that I had gotten hurt, and that she would pay for hurting his child!
The next day, he picked us up from the babysitters. It was the day that she had killed herself.

She had left a note in the living room, the day she died. I found it in my father's drawer when I was 16. It said;

My darling children;
I love you so much. I will never stop loving you. I will be in heaven watching over you, keeping you from harm. There will be obstacles in life that you may not be able to handle yourselves. You must look to each other for support. There is no one better in the world to share your hardships, your pains, and your happiness with. So, until we meet again in heaven, I love you my little ones.
Your mother.

I had always wondered what would have happened if I had just stayed out of it if I had just stayed in my room. Would my mother still be alive? I had always blamed myself. I thought that she had been angry at me for getting involved, and so, she ended her life. but when I found this letter I finally understood why she had done what she'd done. She was so tired of being beaten and abused, and so, in ending it all, she could somehow save us, Tiny and me. I missed her, but I understood why.
I left the room, still holding the letter in my hand, I walked down the stairs of the apartment, down the street, and to the bar where my father nightly got drunk and gambled our rent money away.
The guys at the front door just let me in because they had seen me so often, when I came down to drag my drunken father home. I wouldn't be surprised if they new me on a first name basis!
I walked up to the table where my father and some men from our building were sitting and held up the letter.
"Why didn't you show this to me?" I asked, not caring that they were in the middle of a conversation.
"It was none of your business" he replied, displeased.
"It says, 'My Darling Children,' not 'My Drunk, Abusive Husband'!" I said. I was really crossing the line, but I figured that since we were in a public setting he couldn't do anything to me right then, and if he tried later, he would be so drunk that he would take one swing and miss, and pass out.
"Diana, you shut the hell up. It wasn't for you. I'm gonna friggin kill you if you don't get back home and do your homework." He said. He reached up to grab the letter. I moved my hand away. "Give that to me!"
"No, it's not yours, it's for me and Tiny. Has Tiny even seen it?" I asked, thinking for the first time about my brother. What would his reaction be?
"Diana, if you don't give that to me, I'm gonna kick the sh*t out of you!" he said, obviously not caring about who was around or who would hear. He got up to grab me but I turned and ran. I had no clue where I was running to, all I knew was that I wasn't going to let him have the letter.

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These eyes ( ch.4)


In my last year of high school, my life started to change. I started the year with a few fights. I was going through the year with a chip on my shoulder and no hopes for improvements were in sight. My father had gotten my brother to started training to box. One day, after I had gotten in a fight with a slut at my school, I was sent to pay Tiny's trainer Hector. I went in the gym, to the back where Tiny was sparring. The guy Tiny was fighting was an assh-le. He was a lot better than Tiny and was taking really cheap shots. After the bell went, the guy punched Tiny in the face. Tiny got out of the ring and I went around to the side where the guy had gotten out. I got his attention and punched him, bare handed, in the nose. He went to punch me back but some guys from the gym grabbed hold of him, and he couldn't touch me. I went to pay Hector. Tiny got all mad because I had defended him in front of everyone. I didn't care, no one was going to hurt him like that.
In the next few days, I couldn't get boxing out of my head. I saw the guys at the gym, and how good some of them were, I wanted to be that good. I went back to the gym a few days later. I found Hector in the back office playing dominoes with some guys. I went in and said I wanted to train with him. he asked me why I wanted to. I told him that I didn't have anything better to do, so he said that if I got the money, he would train me. Well, I didn't have the money, so, I asked my father that since Tiny got the money to train and how it was like an allowance, I should get one too. He said that when I deserved one, I would get one. When the hell was that?
I got tired of waiting and sold a necklace to a pawn shop. I got a bit of money, but not a lot.
I went back to the gym, and asked Hector to train me. He was a little hesitant, but he said he would. I was to run three miles a day and I trained almost everyday. I got really good, and had a few fights, that I won. I also met this guy. His name was Adrian. He was really good, and was getting ready to go pro. He and I started hanging out and we got really close. Then one night after a fight that we went to, he kissed me. It felt like nothing else mattered but he and I.
I had gotten a black eye when I was sparring, and then afterwards, Adrian had walked me home. We were just outside my building, and we were kissing. It was pretty late, and I guess my father had been wondering where I was, he must have looked out the window and saw us. When I came upstairs, he was waiting for me in the kitchen. I went to the fridge, trying to ignore the look he was giving me. He asked where I had been and I said that I was just around. He said that he knew about the guy and that he didn't like it. I turned to look at him, he saw my face, and my fresh black eye. He flipped out and asked how I could let him do this to me! I told him that it wasn't Adrian but he didn't believe me. He started hounding me with all these questions, and so, I left. I ran all the way to Adrian's. He let me stay the night. That night I told him about my mother.

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These eyes (Ch.5)

It was a few days after I had spent the night at Adrian's. Hector was having a birthday party, and he invited all the people from the gym. It was a nice little party, latino music playing in the background, the old men all smoking cigars and drinking beer. I had expected that Adrian would show up and we would leave early together, but I was sadly mistaken.
I had just arrived and I was standing in the kitchen when I saw Adrian walk in. At first he was by himself, and then I saw a girl. She was tall, really pretty, all dolled up. I had seen her around the gym before Adrian and I had gotten together. She used to come and watch him spar, but since we had gotten together, she hadn't come around. Adrian had told me that he didn't want her, but maybe he was lying. I stared at him, for what seemed like hours, before he noticed me standing there. He glanced at me, a guilty look on his face. He tried to ignore that I was staring at him, but he kept looking back at me. I suddenly felt this urge to use all that Hector had taught me, and beat the sh-t out of anyone that got in my way. I told Hector that I had to leave and shot one more look at Adrian and his little princess.
It was set up one day that I would spar with Adrian. We were going to fight. I knew how mad he was going to be. He didn't like the fact that he might have to fight a girl, and on top of that, a girl that he had been with. I knew that, but I had thought that he would at least give me the courtesy of fighting me anyway. He didn't, he didn't even throw one punch. I got so angry, I just lashed out. I yelled at him to hit me, but he wouldn't. I told him I loved him, not loud enough for everyone to hear, but loud enough to make the point. I left that night, knowing that he wouldn't follow to try to stop me. I knew that he wasn't ready for us yet.
The next few weeks at school, I had a really tough time trying not to think about him. Marisol wouldn't stop asking me about him, and I could barely tell her that he was no more. I still hoped that he would come and fix things.
Well, he did. Marisol and I were sitting on the bleachers at school, and Marisol was doing my braids. We were talking about something insignificant when out of the corner of my eye, I saw this body, he had to be a boxer because you cant get arms like that and not be a boxer. Then, he turned around! I saw Adrian. A rush went through my whole body, I was so happy to see him, but I couldn't let him or Marisol know.
"Oh my god," I said, trying to sound bothered.
"What? What is it?"
"X-100% man is standing right over there!" I replied.
"Whoa, that's him? Well, go talk to him!" she said trying to make me look stupid.


Minx

The Unexpected ( Ch. 6)


I hate school. Can't stand the teachers. Or some of the students...

"Diana! Wait up girl!"

I turn around to see my best friend Marisol running to me. "Hey Marisol."

"What was up with you today?" she asked me

"I just don't feel good that's all." I told her.

"You sick or something?"

"I don't know." All of a sudden I had the urge to throw up. I ran into the girls' restroom. "Diana!" Marisol ran after me. "What's wrong with you?"

I had finally stopped throwing up but my mouth tasted so disgusting. "I don't know. Probably just a fever or something."

"You ain't pregnant are you?" She said laughing at the thought of Diana ever being pregnant.

"Maybe."

"WHAT?! You joking aren't you?"

"Marisol, I've been throwing up for the past two weeks and my period is late..."

"Oh my god..."

"Marisol..." I started to say.

"After school come over to my house and you're gonna take a pregnancy test."

"What? No." I said getting up from the floor.

"Yes. You need to know." she said looking me straight in the eye.

"Fine. Now let's get to class before this day gets any worse." I spoke to soon.

"Well well well. What do we have here?" this skank named Veronica came into the restroom and looked at me and Marisol.

"What do you want Veronica?" I said.

"What do you mean? I'm just trying to be nice." She said.

"Whatever. Come on Marisol." Me and Marisol walked out the restroom and went to our homeroom.


Minx


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*~*Marisol's house*~*

I was pacing back and forth in Marisol's bathroom at her house. I
just took that test. I was so nervous. I couldn't be pregnant. Could
I? Oh my god! When will this stupid little test tell me?!

"How much longer?" I asked

"Couple more seconds."

"How will I know?"

"Hang on." Marisol gets the box and looks at the back. "I think if a
plus sign comes
on if your pregnant and a minus sign comes on if your not."

"Okay." I said hoping a minus sign would come on.

"Okay, Diana. Look." Marisol said. She didn't look though she wanted
me to look first.

I couldn't look. My hand was shaking as I took the test from Marisol.
Don't be nervous. It's okay. I kept on telling myself in my head. I
didn't want to look down, for the fear that I might be pregnant.

"Come on Diana. Look." Marisol said.

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. I put my head down and my
eyes opened. Was I pregnant or not?


Minx

(I'm sorry baby, I'm gonna have to leave you hangin' on this one. I'll show you the other chapters later) B)

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"I don't beleive this." I said quietly. "Oh my god. Look." I gave the test back to Marisol.

"Diana, I don't know what to tell you." she said to me.

I can't beleive it. What am I gonna do now? On the test it showed what I was fearing. I was pregnant. My life is over. What's gonna happen? What about my boxing? Oh my god, what did I get myself into?

"What am I gonna do, Marisol?" I asked her.

"You gotta tell Adrian."

"No. I mean what am I gonna do about my boxing?"

"Your gonna have to quit. You can't train and raise a baby at the same time." Marisol said.

I sighed knowing that she was right. But I didn't wanna give up boxing. It's something I love doing. And this one little thing screwed up my life forver.

"Okay well. I gotta go now. I gotta get home." I said going out the door.

"Wait. Are you gonna be okay?" Marisol looked at me worried.

"Yeah. I'll be fine." I said.

"Okay. Bye."

Fine?! I am not fine. I am far away from fine. I'm more like destroyed.

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*passes out*

When I got home I just went straight to room. I didn't wanna see anybody. I laid down on my bed staring at the ceiling. I don't know how long I was there but it was a long time. After what it seemed like hours I heard a knock at my door.

"Who is it?" I asked

"It's Tiny."

"What do you want?"

"I just came to tell you dinner's ready."

"OK I'll be there in a minute." I got up off my bed. Should I tell them at dinner? Or should I wait until later? I walked over to the door and opened it to see that Tiny was still standing there. He kept on staring at me.

"What you looking at?" I told him. He snapped his head the other way. When I walk into the kitchen I saw my dad putting the plates on the table. We sat down and started eating.

Dinner was mostly silent as always. And because it's always silent it always seems long. But I knew this would be the longest of them all.

"How was school today?" My dad said. Finally somebody broke the silence.

"It was okay." Tiny said.

"Diana?"

"It was fine." I said getting up because I was already done eating. I took Tiny's and my dad's plate and started doing the dishes. When I was done I went back to my room and laid down on my bed and stared at the same spot. And again a knock came at my door.

"Diana can I come in?" Tiny said.

"Sure." I said.

Tiny came into my room and sat down on the foot of my bed.

"You looked like something was bugging you at dinner." Tiny said.

"What? Nothing's bugging me." I said sitting up.

"Come on Diana. I know when something is bothering you. Tell me."

Should I tell him? Might as well he'll find out sooner or later.

"I...I'm in some really big trouble."

"What did you beat up Veronica again?" He said laughing.

"No."

"Then what is it?"

Come on Diana. He's your brother. You can tell him anything. Right? I was thinking in head. I looked down at my hands.

"I'm... I'm pregnant, Tiny" I said still not looking up.

"Your what?" Tiny cried.

"SHHH! I said I'm pregnant." I said now looking up at him.

"How did you... When did you... Oh my god." Tiny kept on saying.

"I just found out today."

"Is Adrian the father?"

I looked at him like he was crazy. "Of course Adrian's the father! Who the @#%$ else would it be?!"

"OK I'm sorry. You haven't told him yet?"

"No. Only Marisol knows. And now you know."

"Dad is gonna kill you when he finds out."

"Thanks for reminding me about that."

"And you're gonna have to tell Hector you can't train with him anymore."

"And again thanks for reminding me. I don't know what to do."

"Look Diana. Your my sister. And I love you and I'm gonna be here for you. Okay?" Tiny said trying to reassure me.

"Thanks Tiny."

Tiny got up and left the room. And I tried to get some sleep. Hopefully tomorrow won't be as bad as today.


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Minx

Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!

Why does everything have to be about babies lately!? *crys* Now I'm even more depressed. :(

But the story makes me feel better! Keep going.

but...she can't be pregnant :unsure: ...i mean it's a good thing...in general...but...
what about the BOXING :( ??? she defines herself through it substantially, does'nt she!

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I woke up the next day because of those birds. Those stupid birds just chirping away. They're just so annoying sometimes. I got up and took a shower then got dressed. I was gonna have to tell Adrian that I'm pregnant. I wonder how he's gonna react. I hope he doesn't get mad.

Ring ring. The phone rang.

I picked it up. "Hello?"

"Diana? It's Marisol."

"Hey."

"How you feeling?"

"I'm okay."

"So... Did you tell your dad?"

"Not yet. I don't know how to. But I told Tiny."

"What did he say?"

"He told that it would be okay and that he's here for me."

"Aww. How sweet!" she laughed.

"Yeah. I'm gonna have to tell Adrian today."

"You scared?"

"A little. But you gotta do what you gotta do."

"Yeah." There was silence for a few moments. "I gotta go my mom needs to use the phone. Call me later?"

"Yeah."

"Okay bye."

"Bye." I said and hung up the phone. I walked out my room and saw that my dad was already gone. Good I didn't feel like seeing him. But Tiny was there in the kitchen eating cereal.

"Hey." I said walking into the kitchen.

"Hey." he looked up. "What are you doing today?"

"I'm gonna go over to Adrian's and tell him." I said sitting down. Tiny nodded his head and went back to eating his cereal. I just stared at him for a while then got up and left. I walked to Adrian's house. When I got to there I stood in front of the door step scared to knock or ring the door bell. But knew I had to do it. I knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" Adrian called from the other side.

"It's Diana." I called back. He opened the door and smiled at me.

"You in more trouble with your dad?" he asked smiling.

"Not yet." I whispered. "I came to talk to you about something."

"What?"

"Uh... Maybe you should sit down." Me and Adrian sat down on the couch in his living room.

"So what is it?" he said with a worried look on his face. I guess he could tell somethings wrong.

I looked down at my hands. How was I gonna tell him? "Adrian, I'm... Do you have anything to drink?" I said looking up. Why am I stalling? I have to tell him.

"Yeah. Hold on." He got up and went to the kitchen. He came back and handed me a glass of water.

"Thanks." I said taking a sip. You can do this. If I don't do it now what will he say when he sees my stomach in a few monthes? I'll just tell him I've been eating too much salt. I looked back down at my hands. Somehting I've been doing a lot lately. "I'm pregnant Adrian." There! I finally said it!

"Huh?" he said dumbfounded. "Did you say you're pregnant? Please tell me you didn't."

"I did."

Adrian looked like he was about to explode. He was trying to calm down. "What the @#%$ am I gonna do? What about my boxing?"

"You do know your not the only one with that problem right?" I asked him annoyed.

"Diana, you can't box and take care of a baby!" he said the exact same words as Marisol said.

"I know that."

"So how are you gonna take care of this child?"

"Me? What about you huh? I ain't taking care of this baby by myself Adrian! You will be there for your child!"

"Yeah I will but you know your gonna quit boxing right?"

"No @#%$." I said sarcastically. He rolled his eyes at me. "I guess I'll quit until I have it and then after a few months I'll get back into boxing."

"So that's your plan? Okay."

"But your lucky! You can still box. You don't have to stand around for 9 months being pregnant!" I yelled. "Damn. Some times I wish I were a man!" He just laughed. It was contagious. Pretty soon he was making me laugh. And right then I knew everything would be O.K. with Adrian. The only thing I have to deal with right now is Hector and my father...

:wub: :grin: aww, I desperately waited for this update Chelsea!!!!!!!!
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Her dad better not do anything stupid!

After me and Adrian stopped laughing we started to get serious about what was happening.

"Does your dad know yet?" Adrian asked.

"No."

"So how you goin' tell him?" Adrian asked.

I looked up at him. "I don't know, all I know is that he's going to kill me!"

" Not if I can help it, don't say that."

Then all of a sudden I started to think about what my dad will do when I tell him.

"Adrian, what if my dad kicks me out of the house and I don't have any where to go?" I asked thinking out loud.

"You can stay here."

"Yeah but we can't live with your parents and raise a child. I mean, I want to have a place of my own."

Adrian looked like he was thinking real hard. "I got it!"

"What?"

"How long are you until you have the baby?"

"I don't know. Does it really matter?"

"Well, like you said you're goin' to have to quit boxing. Why don't you get a job and with my job we can save up to buy a place of our own." he took my hand rubbing it with his thumb. I smiled at him.

"You just got this all figured out don't you?" I thought about it. "Okay."

"Okay."

~*One hour later*~

Me and Adrian were still talking about what we were gonna to do. I didn't realize what time it was until I looked down at my watch.

"Adrian I gotta go." I said.

"Okay. I'll call you. That is if your still alive." he said trying to make me laugh.

"Ha ha ha." I said walking out the door.

I walked back to my apartment building hoping that he wasn't there yet. Lord please don't let him be here. I walked inside. I looked around to see if he was here. He wasn't... not yet. Tiny was there though. He was in his room. I knocked on his door.

"Who is it?" Tiny called from his room.

"It's me."

"Come in."

I walked in and sat down on his bed. He was drawing something. I don't know what it was cause I'm too far away to see. Tiny's always been a good drawer.

"Hey." I said.

"So...." Tiny said looking up from his picture.

"So what?"

"How did Adrian take it?"

"Better than I expected."

"Good. I like Adrian he's a good guy."

"Yeah he is..."

"When you gonna tell Dad?"

"Tonight."

"Haven't you told Hector yet?"

"No."

"Oh. I just thought you'd tell him before you'd tell Dad. You know, the worse last?"

"Yeah but I just wanna tell him and get it over with. Besides he'll find out anyway. It's either I tell him or let the baby do it in 9 months."

"Yeah..."

"Thank god I'm about to graduate though. I wouldn't wanna drop out of school."

"So what are you gonna do when the baby comes?"

"That's what Adrian and I were talking about. We figured that he'd continue boxing and while I'm pregnant I get a job or something. And after I have the baby I'll start boxing again after a few months."

Tiny nodded. "Sounds like an OK plan."

"Okay well you can get back to your drawing. I'm going to my room." I said getting off of his bed and walking out the door to my room.

I laid down on my bed. I don't even remember when I fell asleep. I woke up by a knock at my door.

"Diana! It's time for dinner!" Tiny's voice came from the other side of the door.

I looked down at my watch and realized that I had slept for 5 hours. But felt more like 2.

"I'm coming!" I got up and out the door. I walked into the kitchen and sat down.

"What's wrong with you Diana?" my dad asked.

"Dad I have somethng to tell you....."

OMG! Here it comes!

:popcorn:

This isn't going to end well! :ph43r:

Come on Minx spare us the suspense!

:help:

"What is it?" my dad said taking a bite of his food.

I looked at Tiny. He was giving me a look that said 'Just do it now and get it over with'. I nodded and took a deep breath. Just get it over with. "I'm pregnant."

My dad looked up from a his plate. "Your what?!"

"I'm pregnant."

I could tell he was trying to control his anger because Tiny was there. But he knew he couldn't. "Go to your room Tiny."

"No I don't wan-" but my dad cut him off.

"I SAID GO TO YOUR ROOM!" my dad yelled.

I looked at Tiny with a look that said 'I'll be okay' and nodded. He got got from his chair and went to his room. My dad got up from his chair and gave me that hateful look I've seen so many times.

"How could you be so stupid Diana?"

I couldn't talk.

"Answer me!"

"I don't know." I whispered.

"Who got you pregnant? Was it that pendejo Adrian? Huh?!"

"Yes." I said getting up from my chair, suddenly I was just as half afraid as I was before.

"I can't f'ucking believe you Diana. Getting pregnant at 17."

I looked at him like he was crazy. "I can't f'ucking believe YOU! You don't even know your own daughter's age! I'm not 17, I'm 18!"

"Shut up! I'm your father don't talk to me that way!" he walked over to me and grabbed my arms.

"Let go of me!"

I pushed him back so hard he fell on the floor. He got up and walked back towards me. He put his hand up in the air and hit me across the face. His hand left a stinging pain on my face. I looked at him. He didn't look sorry at what he just did. He probably felt good about it. My father has never hit me or Tiny.

"Come here." he took me by the arm again and took me to my room. "Pack all your s'hit. I want you outta here tomorrow. I'm only gonna let you stay here tonight one last time because it's already late." he said to me still with that hateful look.

"Fine! I don't f'ucking wanna stay here with you anyway!" I walked into the room and shut the door before he could say anything else.

I heard him walk out the door. Probably going to a bar to get drunk. I walked outta my room and went to Tiny's. I sat down on his bed. He was at his desk doing his homework.

"You okay?" he asked me.

"Yeah. But I have to be outta here by tomorrow though."

"I heard. Where you gonna stay at?"

"Marisol's or Adrian's house I guess."

"If I were you I'd go to Marisol's house. Cause if papi finds out your at Adrian's he'll kill you."

"Why? He thew me out! He can't do s'hit about it now!"

"I guess..."

"Besides, I'm 18. I'm offically an adult. I don't need him telling me what to do."

"Yeah but still stay at Marisol's." he looked at me with his eyes full of concern.

"Okay. I'll stay at Marisol's. But only if her parent's let me of course!"

Tiny laughed at me. "Okay."

"I'm telling Hector tomorrow. I can't believe my telling process isn't over."

"But once you tell him you'll feel a lot better."

"Yeah. Well I have to go pack because I don't wanna be here in the morning to see Dad. I just wanna get my stuff and leave." I said walking to the door.

"You'll wake me up and say bye to me before you leave right?"

"Yeah. I'll wake up early in the morning!" I said laughing.

Tiny laughed back at me. "Okay."

"Good night." I said closing the door.

I walked back to my room and started packing.

That evil ****er! :censor:

Oh hes soooooooooooo gona die! I hope when Diana gets fit after she has the baby she kicks her dads a**!! :box:

Ahhhhh MORE! :ph43r:

**Expecting the unexpected (ch.8) Round nine**


I walked to my room and went to my closet. I started to look for a bag I could put some clothes in. I found a red bag. Thankfully it was kinda big so I could put a lot of stuff in it. I put the bag on the bed and opened my drawers. I put as much clothes in the bag as I could and then looked around my room for more stuff I might need. I found the locket I had pawned for money to pay Hector for training me. I opened it and looked at the picture of my mother. She was really beautiful. I put it around my neck and then I got ready to go to bed. I then realized that tomorrow is Monday and I have school. So I better wake up a little more early if I'm going to Marisol's. I better call Marisol and let her know. I walked to the living room and grabbed the phone.

The phone rang 4 times before someone answered it.

"Hello?" Marisol's answered.

"Hey it's Diana."

"Oh hi. How've you been? I've been worried."

"Uh... I've been okay."

"You tell Adrian?"

"Yeah. He wasn't that mad. My dad was mad though."

"You told your father already?! What he do?"

"Kicked me out. Which is why I'm calling. Is it okay if I stay over there for a few days?"

"Yeah. I thought you might stay at Adrian's."

"I was but Tiny told me to stay at your house."

"Since when do you listen to Tiny?" she asked laughing.

"Since last night I guess. He's kinda worried about me."

"Oh okay. So what time you coming?"

"What time do you get up?"

"7:00."

"Then I'll be there at 7:15."

"Okay."

"You can stay here as long as you want, you know."

"Thanks. I better go. Gotta get up early and go to hell... I mean school."

"Okay." she said laughing. "Bye."

"Bye." I hung up the phone and went back to my room. I laid down and the bed and instantly fell asleep.

~*Next Morning*~

I woke up at 6:45 the next morning. My dad wasn't even home. Maybe he got too drunk at the bar. I got dressed and got my bag. I walked over to Tiny's room and opened the door.

"Hey." I whispered. "Tiny."

Tiny groaned and looked at me sleepily. "Hey."

"I'm leaving now." I said still whispering.

"Okay. I'll see you at school right?"

"Yeah. Take care okay?"

"I will."

"And if you ever need anything call me at Marisol's."

"Okay."

"Bye Tiny."

"Bye Diana."

I went out of his room and sat down on the couch in the living room. It was only 6:56. Time goes so slow sometimes. I waited until 7:05 until I left. It takes 10 minutes to go from my apartment to where Marisol lives. When I got to there I knocked on the door. Luckily Marisol answered.

"Hey." she said. Then she looked on the clock on the wall. "Right on time." she let me in.

"Hey."

"Come on. I'm almost ready anyway." she said taking me into her room.

"Looks like your already ready to me."

She did too. She had on her clothes, and her hair was brushed.

"Yeah right. I still have to put on my makeup."

I groaned and sat on her bed. "Damn girl. That'll take you forever."

"It will not. You can sleep in my sister's old room."

Marisol's sister left 2 years ago when she met some guy. They fell in love and eloped. So she went to go stay with him. Her and Marisol still talk but there not as close as they used to be.

"Okay." I sighed.

I got up and went to the room. It was okay. It had just what I needed: a bed, and a closet. I put my stuff on the bed and went back to Marisol's room. She was putting on mascara.

"You ready?" I asked.

"Yeah." she said putting the mascara wand back in the tube.

"Well good but we don't have to leave yet. It's only 7:25 and school doesn't start till 8:00."

"Oh. Well then are you hungry? Do you wanna watch TV or something?"

"Sure."

Me and Marisol walked into the kitchen looking for something to eat. We just ate some cereal cause we had to leave anyway. After we ate we left for school. It takes like 15 to 20 minutes to walk so we left at 7:40.

"I hate school." Marisol said while we were walking.

"Me too. But at least we're about to graduate."

"True."

We finally got there, then my day at hell began.

Day at hell? :huh: Whats that supposed to mean? Hey, comeone. Dont do this to me.... :(

Thats for me to know and for you to find out.. B) ..

?: What should I name the baby? I was thinking of making it a girl and naming it after Diana's Mother..

Minx

Isabelle, Marie, Claudia. Any spanish girl name.

Next day in hell? Damn something bad is going to happen huh? :(

*walks around confused*

Minx? :huh:

HELLO!?

:huh:

..lol..I'm here baby...

you know that I'm doin' this to you on purpose right?

Minx B)

:cry: Thats not nice.....

thank you minx...