My stomach churned, my head spun, my hands shook and my forehead beaded with sweat. It couldn't be, could it? Was I really... pregnant?
I moved my shaky hand down to where my abdomen was. There, right where my hand was, was a little reminder of a not-so-smart mistake I'd done a few weeks ago.
The three pregnancy tests-and the pharmacy bag- were sprawled across the tiled floor, where I sat. They all showed me the same results; the 'congratulations on being pregnant' little plus sign. For some women, they'd want more than anything for it to be a plus, but not me. Nope, not at all.
I shoved the tests back into the paper bag and threw them into the trashcan before shoving tons of toilet paper into the can to cover up the tests. If my dad or sister were to see them, I'd be dead.
Not that I won't be when my baby bump actually begins to show. Might as well postpone my death.
My trembling body made it's way up, and out the door to my bedroom. Quietly, I shut the door and flopped down on my bed.
Really, Ally? You just had to let Austin talk you into having sex? Well, thank you Austin, for putting your baby batter inside me, because that's just what I need right now. A freaking baby.
I grabbed my cellphone from the dresser and dialed a number.
"Hey, Trish. Come over here, now. I really need to talk to you."
"You're pregnant?" Trish yelled, pacing around the bedroom.
"Yes, and shut up! My dad might hear!" I yelled back.
"Sorry," she whispered. "I just can't believe it. Wait, back up, when did you have sex? I haven't even had sex yet, how have you?"
"Well, thanks Trish." I rolled my eyes. "It was a few weeks ago. With Austin, but I'm sure you already figured that out. I don't know why it happened, but it just kind of... did it. God, I'm so stupid." I put my head in my hands and fell down on my bed.
"It's gonna be okay Ally," Trish assured me, giving me a hand. "Have you told your dad? Or Austin?"
"I haven't told either one of them. I just found out a few hours ago and spent one of them in the bathroom, crying. I want to tell them, I really do, it's just so hard," I explained.
She sighed. "Ally, I hate to tell you this, but you need to tell them, especially your dad." Hesitantly, she moved her hand to my stomach and flashed a small smile. "I can't believe you're having a baby."
I watched her hand move up and down my flat stomach. "Tell me about it. You know what I'm most scared about? Giving birth. It's gonna suck."
"Can't disagree with that. You'll do alright, though. There'll be contractions, which are painful, obviously, and then you'll get the epidural, if that's what you want, and you'll push some, and you'll have your baby. I promise you, once you hear that cry, you'll forget the pain," Trish assures me, placing her hand on my back with a soft pat.
"How do you know so much about this, Trish? What are you, like a birthing expert?"
She laughed and shook her head. "My Mom told me one time. It came to good use, though." She sat down next to me. "I would've never thought it'd be you who got pregnant in high school."
I felt my head start to spin again. It hadn't really felt real, yet, the thought of me having a baby. Dammit, I was really pregnant.
"Ally? I'm sorry if I said something," Trish apologized.
I shook my head quickly, my curls hitting the edge of my face. "No, no, it wasn't anything you said. It just still doesn't feel real. I keep forgetting that in a few months my stomach's going to get larger and then I'm going to go into labor and have a baby who I'll be responsible for, for eighteen or more years."
"I understand why this is hard for you. Ally, I'll be here for you the next nine months and well after that. I'll stay over with you and wake up four times a night to feed and change diapers and take care of the baby so you can nap during the day. If you ever need my during or after your pregnancy, you can count on me." She shifted closer to me so she could hug me. "That is- if you keep the baby. You're keeping it, right?"
I bit my lip. That thought hadn't really occurred to me. "Well, I don't want to abort him or her. Maybe I can find older, more mature parents to adopt him or her, though. It's not just that I don't want a baby, it's just that the baby's better off with a married couple."
"Ally, maybe it is that you don't want a baby," Trish said, with a look of guilt on her face.
"Just go," I pointed at the door. "I'll talk to you later."
She grabbed her bag from the floor and slung it over her shoulder. "Just found she's pregnant and her hormones are already kicking in," she muttered.
"Trish," I growled. "Please, just go."
She shook her head and showed a small smile. "I was joking. I'll see you later, Ally."
I nodded my head. "See you."
Laying on my bed, I played with the fringe on the end of a handmade pillow my mother made for me before she left my dad. Different story. Totally different story.
I sat up and groaned. I was barely pregnant, and I already wanted this to be over with.
You have to tell him, Ally. You have to tell him.
I did. I did have to tell Austin. He was the father of my baby and my boyfriend, and he fully deserved to know that I was pregnant. My phone sat at the end of my bed, and I wasn't sure if I should call him or not.
I grabbed my phone and dialed his number. My head pounded as I listened to the loud ringing. I wish he'd just pick up his damn phone.
"Hey Ally," he said into the phone. "What's up?"
"Austin," I whispered, "Please come over, I need to talk to you."
"Okay," he said in a nervous tone, "I'll be over soon."
I threw the phone back at the end of the bed and shoved a pillow over my face. How does one time having sex ruin your whole life? It's not fair. I wanted to finish high school and college, and then get married and maybe afterwards have children. Guess my plan didn't go as I wanted it to.
There was a knock at the door, and it opened slowly. It was Austin. "Hey Ally. What did you need to talk about?" he asked, sitting at the end of my bed.
I sat next to him and put a hand on his knee. "Austin, I have to tell you something."
A/N: This is my first story, so I'm sorry if it's not too good.
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