Don't Know What You See In My Negativity

I Bent Her In Half Like A Barbie Doll

Four months passed.  Vera began puking multiple times a day, which was concerning, but not as concerning as her rapid weight gain that seemed to contradict the puking.  The blonde girl stood in front of a mirror and pouted, examining her new muffin top and thicker thighs.  She began to think.  Holy f*ck... was... was she pregnant?!
9 YEARS LATER (MECHANICAL ANIMALS ERA, THEIR SON, ADAM, IS EIGHT)

"Happy birthday, Vera!", squealed Kitty, Vera's best friend.  "I got you tickets to a concert for a band you might like, you know, you being hardcore goth and all."  Vera rolled her eyes and giggled.  "What band, smartass?"  "Marilyn Manson!"  Vera almost choked on her spit.  "G-great..."

She would go, Vera decided.  She would bring Adam, wait in line for autographs, and tell that sexy bastard that he knocked her up nine years ago.  The goth 27-year-old straightened her hair, put in a new septum ring, and anxiously drove to see the father of her child.