Chapter One
She was always in control.
Always.
This was an unquestionable fact. It was what kept her balanced, what helped her not feel as small as she really was. As long as she could remember she had prided in her cleverness, in her cunning. In her abilities to always be one step ahead of those who wanted to get back at her. Even as she grew older it still showed in her relationships. All of them were just like the one she had with her parents, formed from manipulation and colored with lies. Either way it all circled back to the control.
That's why it was such a bitter shock when she saw the small, cylinder shaped object in her hands. When she saw the line. Two lines. Double bold lines that marked the digital screen… that silently told her 'You're pregnant.'
"No, that can't be right!"
So she tossed that one away, yanked another out of the box (she had bought it earlier and snuck it into the house) and squatted. Moments later she was staring at another screen identical to the first, with those same cursed lines down the center. She threw that one away too and tried again until the box was empty. It didn't matter how many times she took it, the same image of the lines burned into her brain.
So she had been 'late.' Two weeks late to be exact, because she knew exactly when her time came around and when it would end. It wasn't like this hadn't happened before …but never two weeks. Maybe two days but…NO!
'No, No. No.' this could NOT happen to her. This happened to those loose girls that jumped every guys bones that would look at them. This happened to those wild girls who paraded around doing whatever they wanted, to whoever they wanted, whenever they wanted. This was something that happened to those dumb sappy girls in books or on TV.
But things like this did not happen to Megan Parker. Never in a million years. Unless this was some kind of screwed up version of karma for the things she had done in the past.
"People are right. Karma's a real bitch."