Sixteen year old Sophie Rose Cohen sat on the toilet seat holding the stick in her hand and stared at the word in front of her: pregnant. She threw it on the floor, downed another two tall glasses of water and took another test. She repeated this five times before she eventually gave up and accepted it.
"Hey Soph, you finished yet?" her niece Cassie shouted through the locked door. Cassie was her bother Seth's daughter who was a couple of years younger than her but had the maturity of someone half her age. Seth and Summer came to Berkley for a couple of weeks for summer vacation. She loved having her brother back and Summer was brilliant when it came to shopping, clothes and make-up. It was like having her mother back. At that point she started to tear up at the thought of her mom.
"No! Go away!" She shouted back, wiping away any tears that were threatening to fall from her eyes. She didn't have a clue what to do. She sat and stared at the blank white wall. She knew that if her mother were there, she would be able to confide in her. She only had her father and if truth be told, Sophie was too scared she'd disappoint him to tell him anything like this. He had high expectations of her and she was constantly terrified she wouldn't measure up. She thought back to last month when she got a C in her history test rather than the B she was supposed to get. She didn't know how to tell him so she left it in her room until Sandy found her report card and confronted her about it. He was pleased that she had passed all her classes and was more disappointed that she felt she couldn't tell him. But that was just a C in History; she could always retake the test if necessary. This was a baby. A baby was growing inside her this very second and she knew that if she kept it she would have to drop out just like Charly, the class whore who was rumoured to have just had her fourth baby, all with different fathers, and of course in the space of a few years. She slapped herself for getting herself in this situation in the first place. She just should never have gone to that party eight weeks ago ….
Two months ago …"I'm going to go and lie down! I'm feeling a bit dizzy!" Sophie shouted above the music to her friend Teri. They were at their friend's sweet sixteen-birthday party and it seemed that the whole year was there, including the water polo team. She had been dancing with one of them who took the opportunity to take her upstairs to a room so she can lie down. Once inside, Rick had shut the door and took Sophie to lie down on the bed. Other than the faint music coming from the floor below, it was quiet and peaceful. The room they were in was covered in posters and drawings and had everything pink in it. A pink phone, a pink television, this was pink and fluffy and that was pink and smooth. Everything you could possibly think of was a shade of pink, including the walls. They both figured it was the birthday girl's bedroom.
"How much you had to drink?" Rick asked her, not really caring but he thought he should ask her anyway.
"Not that much." Sophie slurred which gave Rick ammunition to laugh.
"Course not. Is that why you can't talk properly?" he smirked.
"I so can talk! See I am talking!" she said slurring her words even more.
Rick nodded. He saw Sophie slump down on her back on to the bed with her arm over her eyes. He looked her over once or twice and liked what he saw. She was wearing a white mini skirt with a pale blue top and beige sandals. He had to admit that she looked hot. Her light blonde hair was down her back but was a little messy at the top, which he found sort of … attractive. There was something about this girl that was irresistible and he wasn't going to go until he got what he wanted. He sat on the edge of the bed and stroked the side of her face.
"What you doing?" she asked.
"I'm moving your hair out the way of your face." He told her.
Sophie said nothing. She thought it was a bit weird that he was still in the room with her watching her sleep let alone stroking her hair but she was far too drunk to actually care.
Rick pulled her arm away from her face and kissed her gently on her lips. To say this surprised Sophie was an understatement but she returned the kiss regardless. Rick took this as a sign that she was up for it and his hands went wondering. He put positioned himself on top of her, balancing himself with hand. With his free hand, he moved it down her waist to her hip, up and down her legs and finally stopped at her breasts. Sophie stopped the kiss and started to push him off when she felt his hand start to go up her top. It wasn't like she was a virgin, she had slept with her last boyfriend who she had a relationship with last year but he had to move away which is why they decided to end it. However she didn't feel right sleeping with this guy she barely knew. "Don't worry about it, I won't hurt you." Rick whispered in her ear before gently nibbling the top of it. How did he know that was my weakness? Sophie thought to herself. After a few minutes of protesting she gave up and just let him do what he wanted. She couldn't be bothered to fight and she felt that if she tried to get up she'd only fall over again. Rick pulled her top over her head and massaged her breasts underneath her bra, which he soon got rid of. Sophie just lay there with her eyes closed. Suddenly it had got too bright and opening her eyes only caused her head to hurt. She felt him put his hands under her skirt and pull down the panties she was wearing. She heard unzipping, shoes being kicked off and trousers being thrown across the room. She felt his hot breath in her face say in an almost sinister voice, "Just lie still, I promise I won't hurt you." And that's exactly what she did. She just lay there, not doing anything. She then felt him enter her and she stiffened up. She felt him try to enter her even more. "Fucking relax will you!" he demanded rather than ask. Sophie squeezed her eyes shut as he did his bit to loosen her up. If it was possible Sophie squeezed her eyes even tighter, knowing that it'll be over soon. Tears started to form in her eyes as he pushed in to her fast and furious, with no intention of slowing down or stopping altogether until he got what he wanted.
Sophie opened her eyes again with tears streaming down her face. She couldn't believe she had been that stupid not to put up more of a fight and now, eight weeks later, she was pregnant. One stupid night, one stupid decision and now she had the hardest one to make – how does she tell her father?