One Wrong Turn
Prologue- Pan
October 30, 2011
*Deep breaths. In- 2-3-4. Out-2-3-4. This is not the end of the world.*
Or so I keep telling myself. A pounding at the door catches my attention. Great. Someone else needs the room. Downside of living in the girl's dorm: communal restrooms.
I want to tell them off, pretend that it'll all just go away if I ignore the noise. Nothing is really that simple, no matter how I wish it to be. This isn't that simple. My parents are going to be absolutely thrilled.
I think I'm going to throw up. I want to throw up. Or stuff my head under a pillow for the next year. Instead I grab my belongings. I bury the evidence of my own stupidity in the garbage, flush the toilet and wash my hands.
"Sorry" I mumble on my way out the door. I refuse to look in the eyes of the girl who's been waiting on me. Just in case. Nobody needs to know. Except maybe Bra, my best friend. My roommate. I refuse to consider the rest.
I come into the room quietly. She might be about, more likely she is out partying with "the girls". I guess I got a little too much of my parents in me. She's here to party, I'm here to learn. We're not really best friends so much anymore. More like acquaintances that just aren't ready to let go. Plus, I think her parents figure she gets better grades if she's living with me. They can pretend she's actually here to learn and not just using the Briefs name and fortune to have fun- even though that is what she's doing.
"Whoa. Pan," she squeals from her half of the room, struggling to both pull up the covers and squirm out from under the half-naked guy on top of her. "Didn't you see the occupied sign on the door?"
I turn back, open the door. Look at the note hastily scrawled and barely readable message on the door, then back to Bra.
"Yeah, sorry." I know my face is puckered in questioning. I also know that for some reason I feel like I'm suddenly about to cry. "Can we not do this now? I'll make it up to you and go home all weekend. I just… I really need some time. Okay?" My voice is starting to crack.
The guy, I realize he's new and I don't recognize him. Is already getting out of the bed. He turns to Bra, "Catch you later, Babe and with a wave he's past me and out the door.
I let the door slam shut. Head over to my bed. I grab my favorite blanket, one my grandma made me when I was a child going away into space for the very first time. It feels like that was a whole separate lifetime.
For the first time the thought of telling Gran hits me. She's always had plans for people. First my dad. Then my uncle. Now for me. I think I've just messed them up, big time. I can already hear her. "Just like your grandfather. Always doing what you want and not thinking the people you leave in your wake." We've had this argument before, Gran and me.
I let the tears overtake me. It's really hitting home. Bra is on my bed, an arm around my shoulder.
Her voice is soothing, I know my crying has gotten to her; I've always been the strong one. "Honey, what is going on?"
My voice is a whisper, barely audible even to the saiyajin ear, "I'm pregnant."
And just like that, it's all become so real. What have I done? How did I get here? How did I let this happen to me?