Me and Tori talked all day. I finally figuered out most of what to do now. I know I want to keep the baby I want it very much and I wanted its father out of its life its name never even spoken where the baby can hear. I still didn't know how to tell my parents and as much as I didn't want to tell Beck I was going to have to. I was exteremly afraid that my mother wouldnt let me keep it she might even make me have an abortion.
We ditched school that day spending the whole time talking and me eating and occasially being sick. When it was time for us to be home from school we left and I thanked her for all she has done for me today. Then hopped on my bike and rode home. As soon as I was home I bolted for the toilet surprised that as soon as I walked in the door I wasn't called to the table to try and get out of me what happened that night. When I was finished I scrubbed my teeth and went to my bedroom. I sat down on my bed and pulled out the test. I loved my baby dearly but I was still stuck on my mom and Beck. I couldn't bear to think of what might happen when Beck was told. Would he hurt me? Would he fight for custody and make up some lie like I wanted the sex? What would he do?
And what about my mom? Her and dad were constantly fighting and were on the brink of divorce the last thing they needed was a pregnant fifteen year-old! One good thing if they divorced I was an only child and they wouldn't have to split me and a sister or brother up. Someone knocked at my door I scrambled to put the test back in my pocket before they came into my room but it fell of the bed I heard the knob turn and I jumped after it but it was to late my door opened and I froze there stood my dad looking at the test in my hand. He looked at it as if someone had slapped him in the face. "Daddy im sorry!" I started but was cut off. He walked toward me took the test out of my hands and slapped me right accross the face then stormed out of the room. I fell to the floor my face stinging.
I could hear the yelling that had already started between my parents. "What the fuck do you mean she's pregnant?" My mother yelled. "Here look at the fucking test!" My dad screamed at her. There was a pause then my door flew open again my mom stood there pure anger on her face. "What the hell where you thinking?" "Mom its not my fault!" "Mabye not entierly but that thing inside you is at least half your fault!" "Who's is it?" "I-I can't tell you! Momma im sorry!"
"What do you plan to do with the thing?" She asked me clearly wanting an answer she would like but thats not what she was going to get. "Its a baby and I want to keep it!" "No either adoption or abortion!" "What! No mom this is my baby and im keeping it!" "I understand its yours but your also a fifteen year old girl who is in a arts high-school and why can't you even tell me who's the father ! Baby I thought you could tell me anything! And why is it not your fault unless..."Her eyes grew wide in realization. "Oh baby you were raped wern't you?" I nodded silently.
She knelt down and held me. "Sweetie please tell me who it was!" "I can't he'll hurt me!" "Jade that won't happen if you tell me!" "Mom please let me keep the baby! I can't hurt it and I can't give it up!" "Baby at least think about adoption!" I knew it was no use to argue and she actually ment your having an adoption. "Okay mom i'll give the baby up." I agreed lying. "Oh I know it will be hard but this will be the best thing for you!" My mother said trying and failing to cheer me up. "Whats my father doing?" "Drinking again you know how he deals with stress. Baby what happened where did this bruse come from?" She asked a hand on my cheek. The tears started flowing again. "Dad slapped me." "Wh-why?" She asked her eyes filled with fear and anger. "Because i'm pregnant." I told her through tears.
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