"What do you mean you're pregnant?! Clara, this better be a joke!"
"Of course it isn't! Why on Earth would I joke about this?! Do you think I want this?! Well do you?!"
"Clara, I will have no part in this. It was a one night stand, we were both lonely. This child is yours and solely yours."
"Tom you can't leave me! I can't look after a child. Look at me I can barely look after myself! I'm only 17 for goodness sake!"
"You should have thought about that beforehand shouldn't you! Goodbye Clara. Enjoy responsibility."
"Tom wait! Please I can't do this on my own! TOM!" Tears rolled down Clara's pale face as she shrank down against the rough, brick wall. It was a cold, dark winters night outside The Rose and Crown pub as Clara pulled herself up from the rain drenched pavement and looked around her. Her life was disintegrating around her faster than she realised, in just nine months she would have responsibility for the first time in her life and she wasn't looking forward to it. In just nine months she would be a mother to a child who was sure to hate her because she couldn't provide a good enough life and she knew that she couldn't do this to a child. In her mind there and then, Clara promised herself that no matter what the child would come first, no matter what sacrifices she had to make. "Don't worry, I'll make things right. You can trust me to do that at least." Clara whispered to her unborn child as she began to make her way back into the flat above the pub.