BREAK OF DAWN - PART TWO

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic
A GIRL WITH A HARD LIFE MEETS A DOCTOR AND HE TRIES TO HELP HER TURN HER LIFE AROUND...

Submitted: December 14, 2009

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Scene Five
We rode all the way the Greenbrooke Plaza and began our so-called shopping spree. Jordan showed me a store called “Juicy’s” that he thought would be perfect for me. I didn’t oblige.
We went in the store and the clothes were like nothing I would wear but strangely I liked them.
“See anything you like?”
“Let me see…” I walked around the store picking up clothes that were very classy and chic. I stopped. “Yes.”
Jordan motioned for a clerk to open a dressing room. I ran in. “Oh my God!”
“What?”
I walked out. “This fits me perfectly.”
“Good, that’s good.”
I tried on about 14 more outfits and then asked for shoes and accessories. Jordan couldn’t say no.
 
I walked into that mall looking like a Goth prostitute, I walked out looking smoking hot, yet classy.
Jordan said he had another surprise for me. He just kept driving while he gave me absolutely no clues to where we were going. We finally pulled up to a beauty salon that looks like a million bucks. “Why are we here?”
“We’re not here for me.”
“Jordan, am I getting a makeover?”
“I guess. You can’t go back to school looking a hot mess.”
“Cool Beans!!! I love you…you know in a very grateful way.”
“Appreciate it. Come on, I want you to meet Candice.”
We went inside and I heard gay bar techno music and rich people conversations and I felt like a princess.
“Candice, this is Dawn, I want her to look like a model when you’re done.”
I was a smart ass “Jordan, we both know that’ll take a miracle.”
“I am the goddess of hair and makeup, you’re in good hands.” I put my faith in Candice.
 
I read Seventeen magazine while Candice did my makeover. I couldn’t look in the mirror until she was done.
 
“Wha-La!” Candice revealed my look.
“Hey, girl can you move from in front of me so I can see myself?”
“That is you!”
“Oh my God, no lie! I look hot!” I ran to Jordan. “Look.” I struck a pose.
“Who are you?”
“I know, I look hot to the max!”
“Wow and you sure you don’t love me more than a grateful way?”
“Shut up!”
 
Scene Six
Later that night (after hours of admiring myself in the mirror), I asked politely to borrow Jordan’s car.
“HELL NO!”
“Okay. Can I go to school Monday?”
“Why?”
“I want to get on track, do the right thing…and I want to see my friends.”
“No.”
“Why?”
“Cause that’s why you got put in a psych hospital in the first place.”
“Okay.”
 
I didn’t take a lot of that long because 3 years later I became the superior, graduated, got in NYU and became engaged to Jordan…how ‘bout that for a life turn around.
I’m not a Kate Gosselin type of fiancé but I’m not a pushover and It sometimes annoys Jordan. “A little to left…a little more…stop…push it back about 3 inches and…stop…uhn…”
“Uhn…what?”
“I don’t like it.”
“You have told me to move this couch 3 million ways to the same spot, of course you don’t like it.”
“Oh!” I walked and picked up a pillow that belonged in a chair. “Better! It was the pillow that was bothering me.”
“I need a drink.”
“I love you, too, baby!”
 
Probably a month before we got married, I started acting…different. I ate more than usual, I craved stuff, the last thought was that I was pregnant. That was Jordan’s first thought. I refused to take a pregnancy test.
 
Our wedding was right around the corner and we were both excited…or sweating more than a sinner in church.
 
Scene Seven
I got my dress and plans in order. I was ready…for next week. Me and Jordan’s pastor wanted to have a marriage counseling session with us before we got married.
 
Jordan went first.
I waited.
“You’re turn.”
“You okay?”
“You sure you want to go through with this?”
I kissed him “Positive.”
“Okay.”
I went into the pastors office. “Hi.”
“Please, take a seat and we will begin.”
“Okay.”
“How old are you?”
“20.”
“So you and Jordan are 2 years apart?”
“Love has no age, unless it looks like petafile, than that’s totally different.”
“Are you pregnant?”
“Excuse me?”
“Are you expecting?”
“No…I don’t know but don’t tell Jordan.”
“Okay. If you were are you ready for that kind of responsibility?”
“Yeah, totally.”
“What about Jordan?”
“I think together we can work our way through any obstacles.”
“That’s not answering my question.”
“Yes, it is. Let’s say I was pregnant, I wouldn’t give that baby up to anybody and I wouldn’t have an abortion, that’s our child and we made it together so we take care of it together. Ready or not.”
“Ms. Lane, I think you’re ready for anything, marriage, parenthood, you have my blessing.”
“Thank you.” I walked out and hugged Jordan. “I love you.”
“What did you say?”
“Confidential.”
 
So we’re married (Yes, I’m Mrs. Perez, sorry boys! J). And I am pregnant.
 
Scene Eight
I graduated and got my first job as a therapist in FCPC. Before I continue I should tell you about Nicole my first girl. She looks more like me than Jordan, she has his curly hair. Back to therapy. I help teen girls who are just like me when I was young.
I tell them my story and they ask about Jordan and every detail, my story really helps them. The girls love me, I’m like a mom to them until they leave.
 
I turned my life around and I know anyone can do it. You don’t have to seduce your doctor but you can do it. This was the Break of Dawn.


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