Hello ! :D Okay, so I lied. I'll keep writing, whether people like it, or not. :)
Kk. So, anywaaayyyss! This story picks up 2 years after Beth is six-teen. (For those of us still keeping track, that would be 18! ) NO BAD REVIEWS-DON'T LIKE IT? DON't READ IT! Okay, well, thank you! Please enjoy!
Papa Don't Preach
Chapter One:
"This just can't be Happening."
One time. That's all it took.
They say when we don't pay attention, history repeats itself.
Whoever said that, was a smart man who knew what he was talking about...
TWO WEEKS PRIOR:
"ugh! That was disgusting!" I growled, wiping gunk off my face, sitting on the bathroom floor.
"Beth, honey, I'm so sorry! I hope it wasn't the chicken parmesan..." Rachel said quietly, as she held my hair back.
"Here it comes again!" I gasped, then stuck my head back into the toilet bowl.
I had never felt so sick in my life.
I walked into the hallway, Rachel by my side.
"Beth, are you alright?" Finn asked.
"Umm, honey? I wouldn't eat that if I were you." Rachel said, as we both watched Finn practically inhale the leftover chicken.
"why not?" he said, chicken oozing from his mouth as he talked.
Rachel nudged her head toward me.
Finn swallowed.
Rachel sighed, rolling her eyes.
I gasped.
"What?" Rachel said her hand softly grabbing my shoulder.
I suddenly realized what was happening.
The room started spinning.
Then the room became black.
I gasped, opening my eyes to a hospital room, me in the hospital bed.
Rachel had a sad look on her face.
Finn just seemed angry.
"What?" I asked, abruptly worried by their stares. Do they know? I wondered.
"Beth," Rachel whispered, shaking her head, locking her eyes on the white hospital tiles.
"what?" I asked once again.
Finn answered. "Elizabeth Corcoran, you are, with out a doubt, pregnant."
That's when my world began crumbling. Again.