Disclaimer: Brenda Hampton owns The Secret Life of the American Teenager and its characters.
Rain pattered against the window, the low rumbles of thunder rolling across the sky, these sounds much like what someone was doing curled up in her bed.
Tears trickled down her cheeks while the pillow, pressed to her face, muffled her silent sobs.
Amy turned over on to her back and sighed heavily, warily.
Thoughts and facts skittered across her mind and increased her already high anxiety level.
"What am I supposed to do?" She whispered to the dark.
Anne, her mother, has looked at her with a face full of tension and uncertainty that Amy couldn't begin to bring herself to confess her secret. Lately, it had seemed the stress was palpable in their household, with Ashley stirring things up to distract everyone; as the younger of the sisters it seemed her job.
Thinking about her parents, about Ashley trying to cover for her, and the guilt gathering inside of her tight, tired chest a sob erupted from Amy's lips before she could stop it.
Hoping, beyond hope that no one had heard her Amy breathed and allowed the tears to continue their descent down her cheeks.
After years of hearing the different footfalls of the four people living in the house, Amy knew her mothers footsteps, blinking she tried to clear her face of stress before Anne saw them and wanted to know what was wrong.
"Amy? Sweetheart, are you Okay?" Anne asked in a whisper, she pushed open the bedroom door and entered.
Knowing she couldn't pretend to be asleep Amy turned over and looked at her mother as she sat down on the edge of the bed.
Anne examined her daughters face and used her fingers to smooth away the hair from her brow.
"Honey, what is it? What's wrong?"
Shaking her head Amy said, "Nothing, mom, I'm Okay".
Anne mimicked her daughters head shake, "No love, I know you too well. Talk to me."
The concerned, loving expression on her mothers face brought newfound tears to Amy's eyes and she sat up, wrapped her arms around her mother's neck and nestled her head there.
"Amy, wha-" Anne began to ask before Amy interrupted her.
Through tears and hair Amy whispered, "I'm pregnant."