Pregnant At Seventeen Of Triplets

She was different. I couldn't put my finger on it, but oh how I wanted to. She wore white clothes, v.i.r.g.i.nal, but I thought she was probably anything but. That made me angry. Why are they all whores? None of them have any self respect themselves.

I sat there just looking at her, evaluating her. She must have noticed me looking because she looked right at me. She had fear in her eyes. Yes, I liked it when they feared me. A waitress came up to her to get her order, but she stayed a long time; longer than she needed to.

I had been watching her as well; she didn't take this long on most customers. She eventually left. I watched the brown-haired girl read the paper; she was sneaking glances at me now and then.

It made me happy that she noticed me and she couldn't take her eyes off me. I smiled and picked up my Ice Tea and took a long drink, the boiling drink scolding my throat as it made its way down. I watched her having an early lunch.

She had an Ice Tea of some type and a sandwich. It looked healthy. At least she was eating right, not many girls these days did, they either at too much or too little. She ate just right.

She finished her lunch rather fast and stood to go pay the café. I got up stealthily and went to her bag, which she had left carelessly on the chair next to where she was sitting. I looked through it and got mad. There were photos of children that looked like her; so many children so young. It wasn't right.

She shouldn't be wearing white either…. I saw a photo with her and those three children. On the back, it said "Amelia and kids". I quickly left once I realized that she was going to be heading back soon. I left the café and waited around the side of the building. She came out a few minutes later. I followed her.

I was going to show her that she couldn't just sleep around with other men. She was mine now. Mine and no one else‟s. She realized that I was following her a while later, she sped up; so did I.

She couldn't outrun me, not even if she wanted to. None of the others could. I kept following her and she turned down an alleyway that I knew well. I smiled and followed her in. I saw her stop and turn around; she knew that she had made a mistake. When she saw me she froze. I went for her right away.

She offered me her purse… I didn't want that. She fought at first but not hard. She pleaded for me to stop but I knew that I want to go to. She flinched away from my touch. How dare she?! I slapped her across the face.

There was nothing repulsive about me. She tried to get away when I started playing with her p.a.n.t.i.e.s. I punched her hard, in the stomach. She was not getting away. She went limp for a moment, but when she came back she was fighting up a storm.

None of the others had fought like this. They had just pled for their miserable lives. She managed to plant her knee in my balls and I fell; pain shooting through me. I saw her start to run and I panicked.

I didn't want her to leave. I reached out and managed to grab her ankle. She fell to the ground hard; blood came rushing out of her head. Slowly her eyes closed. At least now she wouldn't fight me anymore. I smiled and moved closer to her.