Unconditional Love

Chapter Two

"Have you... Have you done it?" He looked up at her thin frame, watching her shaking like a dog. Her hair stuck to her pale face, framing her bloodshot eyes. She fiddled with her fingers, pressing them up against her stomach. She was not ready for this. Barely accepting it herself, now she had to break the news to the one person she really didn't want to the most.

She nodded.

She didn't want to disappoint him. It was her fault. If there was anyone else in this room right now, then she wished it – anyone but Ash – because nobody else was involved like he was. She would rather have someone else judge her right now for her indiscretion, rather then bare this weight with someone else.

"...And?" He looked at her as if he already knew the answer. She moved towards him, taking every step with caution as if she walking through a landmine. Bending down, she extended an arm out under the bed, pulling out her bag. She quietly rummaged through it before pulling out a little stick of plastic. Pure white.

Almost.

If it wasn't for that innocent pink cross on the side.

She handed it to him, her skinny little fingers shaking more violently then before. She could feel the electricity pulse through her arm as it reached his fingertips. His knees buckled under him, and in a flash he found himself gripping on to the wooden bed frame beside him. His pupils dilated, drawing his focus to the item in his hands. He expected it, but expecting something and confirming are unrelated. He just couldn't look away. Here in his hand was evidence that he was a father. He was a father.

"Is it... Is it mine?" He looked up at her, noticing a quick change in expression.

"How can you say that?"

"I just... How do we know?"

"How do we know? How do we know? Ash, you're the only one!" She backed up towards the door, feeling a very familiar sensation in her throat as her stomach began to swell.

"Dawn, I didn't mean it like that.. Just..." He drifted off, taking a seat down on the end of the bed.

"Just, what?" She clenched her stomach, trying to calm down as the bluntness coerced though the back of her tongue.

He leaned over on his knees, dragging his fingers through his hair. His hat tipping behind him. "I don't know... I don't know if I can do this, Dawn..."

She didn't reply. Instead, she dropped her head back down and closed her eyes. She wasn't sure if she could do it either, but at least for him he had an option. He could just walk away from this. Pretend like it never happened. But for her, the road was split two ways to the same destination. She could choose her death, but not her funeral.

"Well I don't know if I can do this either!" His head shot up in surprise. She had broken the silence rather abruptly. A dim light reflected off the streaks driven down her face.]. It felt as though his heart had stopped.

"Dawn... I... You can't expect me to say it's all okay. I don't know how to be a father."

"None of this is okay." She coughed out, leaning over her knees as it all spilled out once again, managing to spit out chipped words. "You have a choice! You can walk away, it's not growing inside of you!"

All he could do was watch her. Watching her like that, everything inside him went numb. All the frustration and anxiety went grey – and suddenly if felt like all of this was a game. He slowly rose to his feet, and stepped around her through the doorway, disappearing from her sight.

She felt more alone at that moment than she even had before.

Even though she was closer to anyone than she ever had been.

So, that's basically the introduction. Yes, they are both underage – Dawn is 15, Ash is 16. If you are offended by anything written throughout, review it. I'm interested to know you view on this, good or bad.

Thanks for reading! It means a lot to me that you guys actually like the gibberish I put up on here. I put a lot of effort into this gibberish. I love that word. Gibberish.

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Jiberish – look, two ways to spell it! I Googled it.