At twenty-two...here I am seven months pregnant with twins. I thought this was going to be easy. I thought I was going to have help? However, Lucas left me. Well he didn't just leave on his own, he got caught selling again and it's not the first time. Not only that but he had over ten grams on him including cocaine and heroin this time around. I just left the court house and they are putting him away for twenty years with good behavior he might get out in ten.

So here I will be due in two months...with twins. I haven't worked in over four month and he was going to take care of me. He promised and his promise was making quick cash selling illegal drugs. I thought he was working down at the local lumber yard so he said anyway but that was all a lie.

I have to walk all the way back home and its freaking scorching hot in this freaking late spring weather. Sweat rolls down my neck, between my huge breast and between all the crevasse and under this huge hump that takes over my whole middle section. One of them is kicking me, while the other is finding its way into my rib cage. 'Dear lord will you get out of there,' I talk to her like she can hear me as I push on the upper part trying to get her to move out of there.

By the time I get home, I am beat red and my clothes are soaking wet from all the sweat. I open the door for the cool air to slap me in the face and immediately start cooling me down. It's not the best place to live but it's a place for the moment. We live in this small apartment that use to be a hotel. There is a small kitchen with a one bedroom and a bathroom. Not to mention that one amazing box that throws out cool air...called an air conditioner. At the moment that thing is my best friend...I kick off my shoes and strip down, then climb on top of the bed and just lay there.

A year ago, I met Lucas and we hit it right off. He was so charming. I took him home once to meet my parents and that did not fly over well. They looked down on him like he was trash. So he has long hair and several tattoos and he has a little temper thinking he is all bad ass...yes he is a bad boy. I think that is what got my attention to begin with. I loved that he could care less what people thought of him. No one saw what I saw in him. I saw the sweeter side to him. The loving, caring guy behind the tough guy act. I fell in love with him and I fell hard.

The sex life with him was freaking amazing...as to why you can see what happens when all you do is have sex all the time. He was so excited to find out that he was going to be a father. But when we found out that we were having twins he said he had to up his game and make more money to help support the three of us...well four including himself.

The first time he was caught was before we had gotten together and he had already done two years in prison, another reason my parents did not like him. That and the few tattoos related to gangs...but he wasn't in one any more that was only while he was in prison. He was doing so well...yeah...so well that he freaking got caught and now here I am laying on this lumpy old bed, naked...letting the cool breeze from the air conditioning cool me down while he is behind bars.

The only thing on my mind is trying to figure out what the hell am I going to do now. My parents will not take me in. They already said if I end up pregnant don't bother coming back; they said I would be all on my own. How dare I fuck up my life this way and with an ex-convent with that?

 State insurance will help with the payment on having the babies. But that is not going to help with all the other expenses and how the hell am I even going to be able to pay rent to live here. Tears start to roll down my face...I am doomed.

A month later I get a note on the door. Guess what I am being evicted. Yep...now where in the hell am I going to go? I pack up a few things that I own in a suitcase and sit outside on the steps. One of the neighbors walks by and sees me. "Well...Bella...what are you doing out here?"

"I just got kicked out. I have nowhere to go?"

"Is that so; I can help you out if you want."I look at him and I have heard about him before. He is not the kind of guy a girl wants to hook up with or ask him for any kind of help.

"Spence...I will be fine...but thanks."

"You don't look fine. Come on...it's like a hundred degrees out here. I have cold air back at my place."

I think about it. I know Lucas would be pissed if I go off with this guy but I am running out of options here. I stand up and he grabs my suitcase and carries it for me. I waddle behind him. He opens up his door and I walk in right behind him feeling the cool breeze the moment I walk in.

"Spence...I don't have any money...I can't pay to stay here."

"I got a few other things you can do."

"Like what...you want me to clean up this place." I look around and the place is a disaster. Looks like it hasn't been cleaned in years, beer bottles, cans, left over butts to cigarettes among leftover food wrappers and traces of food all over the floor and tables, hell even between the cushions on the couch.

"Sure...but first why don't you come on over her and help a guy out." I watch as he unzips his pants and pulls it out for me to see.

 I turn and head for the door.

"Bella...where the hell you going? You have nowhere to go...no money...nothing. Come on now it's not like you can get pregnant and I promise I will not hurt you."

I look down towards my feet...not that I can see them due to my over-sized belly. "Lucas will be pissed off if he finds out."

"Lucas is in jail....honey...for a long time. Come on now...look I will even feed you...I know you are starving...feeding that baby and all."

"Its twins...I'm having twins."

"Wow...well come on now girl...show me what you got...I will feed you well."

I shake my head. "Can I eat first?"

"Hell yeah...come on let's see what I got in the kitchen." He gets up and goes to the kitchen. He gets out eggs and bacon and starts to cook. We sit down in the living room and eat. Once I am done he unzips his pants again. "My turn come on baby show me what you can do."

I inhale...then exhale...get over yourself...Isabella...it's just a dick...a harmless dick. You were starving...you need a place to sleep...you can do this. I get on the floor in front of him and before going down on him I prayed... 'Please forgive me for stooping this low...please forgive me for what I am about to do.'

His hands are all in my hair and he is doing most of the movement for me. But it just doesn't go there. He pulls me up into standing and helps take my clothes off.

"I thought you only wanted the blow...I didn't offer anything else."

"Bella...Bella...Bella come on now baby...that was just for the food...you want to sleep and stay here give me more. I always wondered what it would be like with you...jealous of that motherfucker Lucas...he is a loser...I can help you out. I can take care of you."

The whole time I thought to myself... 'It's just sex...nothing more...it's just sex. I will get through this...I will get through this.'