Hey everyone... I'd like to sincerely apologize for abandoning my stories. A few months ago something happened and it restricted me from really doing anything. I'm not going to say what happened, but I'm alright now and I'll try to get my stories started up again. :)


With shaky hands, I retrieved the pregnancy test from where I had hidden it; under my small pink rug by the door to my bathroom. It was the only real place that no one would ever look under for anything.
The old thing was fraying at the edges and signs of wear and tear were quite evident.
I pulled it away from it's regular spot, exposing a flat white stick with a small pink plus sign on the end of it. Pregnancy was supposed to be a happy time for most expecting mothers, but for me it would cost me dearly. My mother and father had given me 'the talk' when I was twelve; my younger sister Penny would have her turn soon. I had prmised them I wouldn't ever fornicate or have a baby as a teenager.

Yet here I was at fifteen, pregnant. I had broken my promise and let my parents down. I failed them.

Walking downstairs with tears in my eyes and the test in my hand, I ran into my mother first. When she noticed my state of discontent, I shoved the test into her hands and backed up in fear. As she stared down at the item in her hands, her face went ashen; withut a moment's hesitation, she pulled me into a tight embrace. I sobbed into the crook of her neck until I couldn't cry anymore. She sat me down on the couch, squeezing my hands with hers.
A half hour later, the front door opened and closed. My father and Penny were home. With a shaky arm, I pulled my mother closer. In return, she held me tightly. We both knew that things were about to get a bit ugly.
Footsteps came towards the living room, making more tears push their way out of my eyes. The sound stopped at the doorway. I looked up to see my father and Penny, both looking concerned. And was that fear I saw in my father's light blue eyes?
My mother let go of me and turned to my younger sister. "Darling, can you go upstairs while we talk?"
My sister nodded and took a final look at me before rushing out of the room. She knew something was up. i could tell.

My father looked to me and spoke, his voice now traced with hints of anger. "Athena.. what's going on?"

I let my gaze wander to my mother, who had hidden the test in her pocket. She wanted me to tell him myself.

I took a deep breath and forced the unholy words from my mouth. "I'm... I'm pregnant... And I'm sorry..."

The silence is what I remember most.

"Get out. Now." His words changed my world. Did he say what I think he said?

"Philip, please.." My mother stood and begged. Begged for her little girl to be spared from being disowned.

It didn't work.
In the end, I was forced to pack whatever could fit into my green suitcase and go. The goodbyes to my mother and sister were the last I'd ever give them; hugs, kisses, and the promise of raising my baby well were the only things I could do.

My boyfriend Randall, who was twenty at the time, picked me up and brought me to his apartment across town.

I never gained contact with my family again after that.


If you're wondering, yes, she's dating Randall who Shane ends up killing. It may seem wrong, but eh, it's fanfiction! :D