Wanted

Is there anyone who will listen?

Desclaimer: I own nothing

Warning: In the following story there will be mentions of illegal activities for money.

You decide who are the final two candidates to be the father.

Amandri's POV

I was born at one in the morning , the day was June 7th and my entrance to the world took place in a homeless shelter. My mother was only 17 at the time but I guess that didn't matter to me then. I guess all that mattered was that she was there to hold me when I cried or when I needed told me that she was staying in a shelter over night in LA while waiting to go across country, she went into premature labor and refused to go to the hospital so her plans of getting to the East coast were smashed with that first tiny labor pain that she though was me kicking her... I guess there is no way to just tell you. I guess I just need to show you myself.

June 6th 2013 , Angels Community Shelter For Women

Callie Jacob sat in her cot thinking of a game plan , her plan if she was ever going to be able to be able to take care of herself and a child. She only had two months to get her act together and the thought scared her to death. After bouncing from shelter to shelter for the past two months she has been doing odd jobs around LA to save up so that she could at least get to New York or Boston or just anywhere far away from California and far away from her babies father. Who for his protection shall remain nameless for now. She looked up at the clock on the wall to see that it was only eleven at night. Ever since after dinner the baby within her had been kicking up a storm into her back trying to keep her awake.

She had heard of false contractions but she had never experienced them for more than an hour at a time before they went away for a couple of days. Callie knew that she should be concerned with the pain but she knew that she had no medical insurance and also if she left the shelter then she would have no where to sleep for the rest of the night if she left. Clutching her abdomen she waited for the pain to subside for what seemed like forever. She let out a small whimper when the woman in the cot next to her flipped over to inspect what all the noise was.

"Everything alright over there?" The woman asked Callie.

"Yeah , the pain is fine. I can handle it." She nodded closing her eyes as the pain stopped and she felt relief.

"First time?" She asked and Callie nodded again. "I remember my first kid , I was having those braxton things for the last month of my pregnancy that it took my water breaking for me to figure out what was going on. That and my husband yelling at me that he swore that I just peed on his new seat covers. Popped Amanda out about two hours later. My second came about a year and one divorce later. That was when my Adriana was born." She said pulling out a photo and showing it to Callie . The photo was of the woman who looked years younger in the photo with what looked like two little girls who both had brown hair and the woman's green eyes.

"Where are they now?" Callie asked eyeing the photo.

"I put them into foster care five years ago after I lost my job and had to start finding ways just to make money to pay for a motel. Well more like I was forced to put them into foster care. I was helping a friend selling some pot so I could get Manda a nice doll for her birthday and I got caught. Social services was going to start a case on me but I beat them to it and just relinquished my parental rights." The woman said , Callie just looked at her as another pain hit her. She grabbed on to the nearest pillow.

Minutes or hours seemed to pass for Callie because no more words were spoken no more words until that woman smelled something she very well knew. She watched at Callie went through another of what she knew was not a false contraction.

"Shit I think I just peed myself again." Callie cursed to herself since this was not the first occurrence since she hit her third trimester a month ago.

"Honey that was no urine. I think you might need to get to the doctor." The woman said and Callie shook her head furiously.

"No , I can't. The last thing I can do is leave and then find out that nothing was wrong. Plus I don't have money to be able to go to a hospital. Plus god forbid I am in labor , it wont be until morning probably that I actually deliver." Callie said trying to reason with the woman next to her, not moving an inch trying to keep up her barrier.

"Well then I am going to get some rest before you start crying wanting a doctor like I know you will." She turned over her back facing Callie again. The clock struck one in the morning.

The pain in Callies lower back only had been subsiding for a couple minutes at a time and was now extremely painful. Callie got up and went into the public bathroom going to pee when she saw a hint of pink and screamed along with the pain for the first time that night. As she screamed people woke up and started wondering who was causing the disturbance. the owner of the community center rushed into the bathroom to see a teenage girl on the floor with her pants down screaming , a teenage girl who was only 7 months pregnant.

Everyone of the staff rushed to help Callie to the office which also had a cot in it in case of emergencies. Needless to say a baby girl was born in an office of a homeless shelter in Los Angeles. Callie Jacob had become a mother for the first time.

New idea on the Journey of Callie and her daughter while living to make a better living. Just know that Callie goes to great lengths to make sure her daughter is safe , the father will remain anonymous until the last part of this 3-5 part story. Here is the list of events

.Birth

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.6-11

.12-17}

.Meeting Father

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note: Dont forget to say who you think is the father...