I sat on the edge of the tub, staring at the razor blade on the counter.
"Karah?" My mother knocked on the locked door. "Sweetie, are you in there?" She called when I didn't answer. I drew a shaky breath.
"Yeah, I'm in here. I'll be out in a second, mom." I called. I turned my eyes from the razor to the pregnancy test sitting next to me. I slowly stood up, grabbed the razor, and tossed it in the garbage. I unlocked the door and made my way downstairs to the kitchen.
"Karah, Sweetie, are you okay?" My mom asked when I entered the room. I shrugged. Before I could tell her that I was fine, my sister came running downstairs, carrying the pregnancy test.
"MOM! Are you pregnant again?!" She yelled, coming into the room. I felt the blood drain from my face.
"N...o..." My mother said slowly. Arabella turned to me.
"That leaves you, little sister; because I know it's not mine." She said. I sighed.
"It's mine." I said. My mom looked at me.
"What?!" She screeched. I nodded.
"Remember when I went to Koralee's birthday party? Some guys brought booze, and even though I didn't drink any on purpose, I think someone spiked my drink. I don't remember much after watching Koralee open her presents. Next thing I know, I woke up naked and alone." I said. I felt Arabella put her hand on my shoulder.
"Why didn't you tell anyone?" She asked. I shrugged.
"Honestly? Because I didn't see any of you actually believing me." I said.
"Seventeen and pregnant..are you sure you can do this?" My mom asked. I nodded.
"Do you know who was at the party? So that maybe you can narrow it down to who it was that had sex with you?" Arabella asked. I shrugged.
"Does it really matter? I'm going to raise my kid, and I don't want some random stranger trying to take my kid." I ranted. My mom nodded understandingly.
"So, you know that you'll have to tell Gran and Daddy eventually, don't you?" Arabella asked. My face drained again and I sighed. Gran, my father's mother, was one of the strictest women I knew. When my mom got pregnant with Arabella, she was irate. She forced my father to marry my mother. Since they were in Ireland at the time, nobody said anything. When my mother became pregnant with me, they moved to the United States and got divorced.
"I don't know! How am I supposed to tell them? Gran is going to hate me!" I cried. There was a knock on the door, and Arabella jumped up to get it.
"Hi, daddy!" She exclaimed. I groaned and dropped my head onto the table.
"Karah? Princess, are you ready?" My father called as he walked into the kitchen. "Ryleigh." He said as a greeting to my mother.
"Teagan." She replied, not making eye contact.
"There's something I need to tell you..." I said, still staring at the table.
"Okay? Sweetheart, are you alright?" He asked. I sighed.
"I'm pregnant." I spit out. His face went from concerned, to shocked, to angry.
"WHAT?!" He shouted. I nodded. "How did this happen?! You're unbelievable! How did my daughter become such a slut?!" I sighed.
"It was a drunken mistake! Gah, you think I did this on purpose?!" I shouted, starting to cry. Teagan scoffed and rolled his eyes.
"Likely story! You're a slut and everyone knows it!" He shouted, standing and getting in my face.
"Whoa! Seriously?! That's your daughter! How can you say that?!" Arabella shouted, wrapping her arms around me.
"ENOUGH!" My mother shouted. Everyone froze. "Teagan, you're way out of line. Get out of my house. My daughter is NOT a slut, and I can't believe you would have the balls to say that." She snapped.
"Ryleigh..." He started.
"OUT!" She barked. Teagan sighed and left. My mom turned to me.
"Baby, we're going to have to take you to the doctor to make sure that you're pregnant." She said. I nodded, still shaken from what had just occurred.
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