Shaken

I know, I know, you’re disappointed; the goody two-shoes Christian girl got pregnant. If it’s any consolation, I think I received my punishment. Raheem Rodriguez, my amazing boyfriend, disappeared. It was almost like a magic trick, except I didn’t clap at the end.

I got used to the whole “single parenthood” deal pretty quickly, I suppose. Four years after Raheem’s infamous vanishing act, I was doing just fine. Everything was looking up – that is, until he came back. Who would’ve known that his return would set off a series of – for lack of a better word – interesting events? All I know is that things went from better to worse in a flash, and I wasn’t prepared at all.