One Step at a Time
I never thought in a thousand years I'd would be doing this, even ten years. This is crazy. I quietly paced around my bathroom waiting for the answer that would change my teenage life, into someone else's. But whose? I am no one but Jade West, and it will always remain that way. Beck and I had decided to have it, we used protection, although I just needed to check, something tells me that I am, but I may just be paranoid, and that's probably just the case. The door behind me suddenly creaked open an inch.
"J-jade?" It was Mackenzie. Her face was stained with fallen tears. I jumped a bit and threw the test in the right drawer. Oh Mackenzie. Why now? The last month has been more than enough for us. Our father had decided to leave us and our mother had been missing for long enough that both Mackenzie and I knew that we probably wont see her ever again. "Jade, can I sleep with you tonight?" She ran over to the sink and squeezed the life outa me, still shedding silent tears. The terrible sight of my little sister in pain, crawled into my cold heart, breaking it in half.
"Yes, yes." I patted her back, trying to calm her down. "Lets go."
Mackenzie looked up to me, because after all, I was like her mother. Jeannette West was literally famous for drugs. Before she went missing, she had taken about all the drugs possible. Naturally, it didn't set a great background for us, especially Mackenzie. As the oldest child, I had to teach Mackenzie that drugs weren't ok.
I crawled into my shared bed, then nudged Beck to scoot over. He grunted and turned about, almost falling off the bed. Mackenzie giggled making me feel a bit better. Once I had enough room for my little sister, I invited her in my bed.
She snuggled up close to me, her warmth filling my body. I stroked her hair, trying to tell her everything would be ok, without creating a sound. She gripped my hand and I squeezed it as a response. The pain once again, pierced her heart and she started to cry. Beck stirred in his sleep, his arm flopped over and hit me in the chest, causing immediate pain.
"Damn it!" I whispered.
"—who—what's going on?" Beck quickly sat up and turned on the light. Mackenzie squinted and rubbed her bright blue eyes, her head still rested against my recovering chest.
"Beck," My voice scratchy, "turn off the lights."
"W-what happened," he said deliriously.
"Mackenzie had a nightmare," the tears were still constantly dripping down her cheek. I tucked the loose strand of brown hair behind her ear.
"-and your stupid arm busted my boob." I grimaced at the expression on his playful face.
"Sorry baby," he leaned over Mackenzie and pressed his lips against mine.
"Say that to my chest." I shot a deadly glare at him. He smiled sheepishly and looked over to Mackenzie who was listening very carefully. To her, this was a foreign language.
"Are you alright?" Beck asked sweetly. Mackenzie nodded and wiped the last tear from her cheekbone.
"Can we please go to sleep now?" I asked, now getting annoyed with all the yapping. Beck gave one last reassuring smile and turned off the blinding light. Then a thought hit me. The test! I was so focused on caring for Mackenzie that I forgot to check if I was pregnant! I felt the urge to jump out of this bed and to go open the drawer of fulfills, –but I can't leave Mackenzie like this. I searched for Mackenzie's hand, but the only thing thing I could feel was the cold, empty sheets with tear stained patterns. All I felt was alone. Just alone.