This is chapter 2 of Spring, Summer, AUTUMN. Autumn after Fallout. She and Summer went to the drugstore in a car "borrowed" from Trey. It is the next day. When I say Kristina is horrible; I'm saying that from point of view of her children. That what I think her children would think of her. So here is the next chapter...

I have to get a hold of Bryce. He needs to know. He should have been the first to know, but Summer asked. I pregnant and I have no idea what I going to do. I don't know who to tell.

I tried and tried for hours and hours to call him. He wouldn't answer his phone. Oh how much I hate him. I wonder what would happen if I left him a message telling him I'm pregnant.

Because of him, I didn't get any sleep last night. I'm worried sick about what my Aunt and Grandpa. To make matters even worst I really wanted a drink.

I laid there for a moment thinking. Somewhere in that process my thoughts shifted to my mother. I just meant her. I had one meal with the lady and I learned to much about her. I learned I was like her.

I learn she too is addicted to alcohol. She had sex before marriage too. We both got pregnant because of that. I don't want to be anything like her. She is horrible. If she is horrible than I'm horrible too. Aren't I?

Summer tossed in the bed next to me. We were in a hotel room that we were sharing with Kristina. Grandma Maria and Grandpa Scott were paying for it. They put us in with her, because of that. Or that what she said. I believed she wanted to make sure she wouldn't make anymore babies soon.

I got out of bed. I just realized I had to share a bathroom with two other girls. I got in the shower and was out in less than ten minutes. I got dress in a pair of my old jeans. They barely fit. I couldn't bottom them up. I pulled my favorite pink sweater over it so no one could tell.

I was about to call Bryce and leave a message when an annoyed Kristina started pounding on the bathroom. I gathered my stuff and ran out. I had no one idea on what to do. I didn't want Summer knowing I wasn't still seeing the father of my baby.

I went to the corner of the room and dialed Bryce's number. Right before it went to voice mail, he answered. "Quit calling me, Autumn. I don't want to talk to you anymore. You lied to me. I can't forgive you for that."

"Bryce I'm pregnant. I know that the baby is yours."

His response was short before he hung up, "Why should I care?"