You’re a teen mama of technically one, but you’re pregnant with the one. You’re eighteenth years old. You got knocked up when you were seventeen, you turned eighteen when you were four months pregnant and that’s when your bump began to show— Your baby daddy is locked up… pretty much for life which, you’re happy about because he’s not a good person. You told your parents. Your parents are very mentally, emotionally and verbally abusive. They always said it wasn’t physical, so they couldn’t get in trouble— which was a complete lie. They were also deeply in active addiction. When you were sixteen, yourself and your two siblings got taken from your parents and put in the care of your mom’s best friend who was like, well really a mom to you all, period. Not a second mom, just a mom. Though, they got clean just to earn the custody back, and they did. You three went back, and even after they went back into addiction no one said anything again. When you told them about your pregnancy, was the first time they’d ever hit you. Your mom was furious, called you names and slapped you across the face, telling you the baby wouldn’t make it— and then and there, you decided when you were eighteen you’d move out, and you did. You moved out the day of your eighteenth birthday. You felt bad for leaving your sisters behind, they were only fourteen and fifteen— but you didn’t have the money to fight for the custody and move all at once, not to mention- your fourteen year old sister has a one year old son, which your parents treated worse than they treated you and your sisters. You’re six months pregnant now, moved out two months ago. You went from Alabama to Miami, Florida. You have a job as doing hair, nails, lashes and waxing from inside your home. Your website is called ‘*your name*fourinone’. But, you got a called from your fifteen year old sister— Makenna called, crying and whispering in her room begging you to come get her, your fourteen year old sister(Gianna) and Gianna’s son, y