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My eyes snapped open as adrenaline surged through me at the sound of the terror in my son’s voice. Blinding lights brought me back to consciousness, and I instinctively ripped the wheel of my beat up old car to the right, to get it back on the correct side of the road, with a grimace and a cry of fear. The other car blew past us in the opposite direction, blaring the horn angrily, and who could blame them? I’d fallen asleep at the damned wheel! “Oh God!” I gasped breathlessly as I straightened up the wheel and slowed way down. We were on some highway, but don’t ask me which. I’d been too exhausted to care about more than heading in the right direction since about ten hours back. “Pull over, mom. You have to take a break,” Max told me worriedly, and I turned to glance at him and sighed deeply. I was supposed to be the parent, but not one person would think it to look at us right then. I was a damned mess, and my fifteen year old son was doing all he could to hold me together. I’d had so many plans when I found out I was pregnant with him. Not at first. Finding out I was pregnant at sixteen hadn’t exactly been in my plans for my life, not that I had any grand plans. My life to that point hadn’t exactly inspired me to imagine any future greater than escaping my crappy, and at times, terrifying home life. My mom had split before I was even old enough to remember what her face looked like, and my dad had always been a no good drunk and gambler who barely kept the roof over our heads. I’d basically dragged myself up, rather than being raised, and it had been a fight just to do that. I’d love to say seeing the mess that my parents were had inspired me to be a better person, and that I’d studied hard and aspired for great things, but that never happened. Between the random beatings and constant verbal abuse from my dad and his cronies, and my struggle just to eat each day, school had meant nothing to me but another hurdle I was forced to get over. I’d never been the smartest, and unpopular was an understatement to describe my social life. I’d been the deadbeat kid from the wrong side of the tracks and everyone knew it. When I was fifteen, a one night hook up with some kid who didn’t know me or my crappy reputation, at a random party of some stoner I knew through my dad, had seemed like a good idea at the time. He was the first guy to ever even look sideways at me and I liked the attention. Losing my virginity was just another hurdle I wanted to get over and out of the way too. So a slightly drunken, and distinctly unsatisfying first sexual experience, in a laundry room piled high with dirty clothes, had resulted in me finding out I was pregnant three months later, just days after my sixteenth birthday. It changed everything for me. Not once did I consider terminating the pregnancy. Instead I packed a backpack with a few changes of clothes, some cash I’d earned over the summer at the local diner, and I left everything else behind. I was scared and so unsure of what lay ahead, but I was positive of one thing – I would give my child the childhood they deserved. I would never subject them to the life I had endured for sixteen years. I spent some time living in a shelter while I worked every single job I could get that would pay me cash without any of the paperwork, and eventually I was able to rent a tiny apartment. I made a home for me and my child, and on the day Max was born I held him close to my body, which still trembled with the exertion and agony of the birth, and I promised him the damned world. I promised him I’d always protect him and I swore to myself I would never fail him. “Mom?” Max placed a hand over mine on the wheel and I could feel how hard he was shaking. We both were. I’d almost gotten us into a wreck. I’d been such an idiot to think I could drive for over thirty hours straight, but then again, I was an idiot. Such a stupid fucking idiot.