I have no idea what this is, I wrote it in an hour at 2-3 am, apparently my best time for writing, but yeah, if you think this has any chance of being continued, let me know in the reviews
"Oh my god. Oh. My. God. I'm going to die. I am going to die, and if I'm not killed by my mom, I'm gonna kill myself. Jesus." She was pacing across her room, head in hands, while Raven sat on the bed.
"Alright hon, calm down it can't be that bad. Can it?"
"Raven. I'm. Pregnant. How much worse could it possibly get?!" she sarcastically laughs.
"It could be your best friend's baby." Raven jokes. She stops in the middle of the room to look at the Latina. "No, It's not..."
"Close enough..." Clarke slides down her wall to the floor. "I'm fucked. I am actually fucked. It's my junior year in high school. I'm pregnant, and even worse, I'm pregnant with the child of my best friend's brother. I'm not entirely sure my life could be any worse." Just then the doorbell rings, "Oh good, probably more bad news."
They went downstairs, someone was pounding on the door. "Alright, alright, calm down I'm coming." Clarke muttered. When she opened the door Melanie was standing looking behind her, crying. When she turned back to the two girls in the house they could see she had a black eye, and a busted lip.
"Um..." she was sobbing, "Can I stay with you guys for a while..."
"Christ. Yes, get in here." she pulled her in checking up and down the street before shutting the door and locking the deadbolt. You could tell in the tone of her voice, Clarke was already done with this bullshit, "Alright. What the hell happened this time?"
"Don't be like that, he didn't mean to. I swear he didn't. He just got a little upset, I wanted to go out with some friends and there could've been some guys there. But that's my fault, I know how jealous he is. I shouldn't have asked to go." She explained with her little southern accent, tears falling from her round, red cheeks. She was so small, Clarke loved her to death, but she was so small and helpless. She couldn't defend herself from a fly.
Melanie was tiny, 5'1" at the most, she had a little bit of chub to her, but she said she liked it, "it gives me curves." She always said proudly. Her hair was light auburn, eyes bright blue, big, round cheeks, and full lips. 'So cute, seemingly flawless.' was how Clarke described her. Clarke and Melanie were both new to town freshmen year. Being the new kids, naturally they befriended each other, and naturally, they were bullied some. Clarke brushed it off like it was nothing, she moved a lot and was used to it. But Melanie, boy, that just hit her like a bullet. She got so down, so hurt, and it was so hard for her. People made fun of her for her height, her weight, just about anything they could think off. Clarke tried to help, but it was hard. It was horrible, she developed an eating disorder; lost 80 lbs., started wearing makeup constantly to hide her 'imperfections', she wore shoes with height whenever possible. It was just tragic. It still happened for a while, but then Dax came into the picture. He defended her, and stuck up for her, when others tried to pick on her. She befriended him, and started to get along with him really well. He was so nice, and caring around her. She let him in, and started going back to her old self. But Clarke didn't trust him. Around the same time, she became acquainted with Raven. She told Clarke that Dax had just recently gotten out of Juvenile Hall (Juvie) for beating his girlfriend so bad she had to be hospitalized. When Clarke tried to explain it to Melanie, she just denied it. "I'm sure those are just stupid rumors going around. I talked to him about it, he said he was trying to protect her from someone else who was beating on her." She kept shrugging it off. They started dating during sophomore year, it was good for a while, really good. They would go on dates, talk, share, and go out with other couples, regular couple things. Then the parties started, she would come to school with bruises after most of them, other times she wouldn't come for a few days at a time. When Clarke and Raven finally confronted her about it, she explained that 'sure he's rough sometimes, but that doesn't mean he loves me any less' and it's been going on like that ever since.
"Hon, no. That's not how relationships work, at all. You get to do what you want to do, he can protest all he wants, but you get to do what you want. And you certainly don't need to ask for permission to go somewhere."
"But...I do...He takes me everywhere, since my daddy kicked me out, and I've been livin' with him, he drives me everywhere..." she said nervously, and tried to add on, jokingly, "I don't even know where he put my license let alone the keys to my car."
Clarke stood there. Mouth dropped open. "No. That. That is not ok. That is not how a person lives, that is how a child is treated, and you are not a fucking child, you're almost 18. You know that right? Look at me", Clarke stopped and waited for Melanie to look her in the eyes, "This, is not how you should be treated, you know that. I know you do." She was starring the small girl directly in the eyes, until she broke down again.
"I know!" She cried, "I know, it's awful, he hurts me so much, but I can't help but go back. I love him, and he says he loves me, and no one has ever loved me before...not like he does. Maybe he can stop!" she says trying to be hopeful, while the tears still rolled down her face. At the exact moment Clarke was about to explode on her friend, the last person she wanted to see walked through the door.
Bellamy walked through the front door at the worst possible time. "Burger delivery!" he said trying to be cheery, oblivious to what was happening inside the house.
"Oh, hell no." Clarke snapped. She marched over to him, grabbing the bag of burgers and placing it on the bench by the door, then pushing on his chest until he was back out the door. "I will deal with you another time, but not today." she slammed the door in his astonished face, angrily grabbed the burgers; taking them into the kitchen, and went back into the living room. She looked at the scene before her and analyzed it. One friend bawling, herself being pregnant, and another friend not knowing how to handle either situation. She grabbed and pillow, sat cross legged in the middle of the floor and just screamed.
"FUUUUUUCK!" she was done and this point. She fell onto her back and started thrashing like a toddler throwing a tantrum, screaming at the top of her lungs. When she was done, she sat up to see her friends staring at her like she just broke her brain, which to be fair, it kind of felt like she did. She laid back down on her back, "My life is fucking falling apart." she stated plainly. "One of my best friends is getting beat up by her boyfriend, my other one is going to hate me or kill me or both, Raven doesn't know how to handle any of this, and I'm...well I'm the biggest fuck up of them all. I broke up with my cheating boyfriend, only to hook up with my best friend's brother and now...well now I'm a fucking junior in High school who's pregnant, and I think I'm dying. And I just cannot express how much I feel like my life is falling apart."
Both girls stared at her flabbergasted, not daring to say a word. Still laying on the floor, staring at the ceiling, not daring to look at either of them, Clarke announces, "You have to say something, anything, before I cry."
"Uh..."
"Not sure this is gonna stop you from crying, but Bellamy is behind us and heard you scream everything..." She rose slowly. Now noticing that the man of the moment was standing behind the girls, looking...shocked? Clarke couldn't get a read on what emotion was on his face. Shocked was the only thing she could imagine he must be feeling.
"Perfect. Just, perfect." She said quietly, laying back on the ground.
