I'm now rewriting the story. but I have writer's block at the moment. Anyway, this is what I came up with. I had a hard time trying to end this chapter so I hope everything is easy to understand. Oh, and their dad moved out a week ago.

Thank you again for reading!

Chapter 4: The Fight

Once they got home that afternoon the girls started upstairs to their room.

"Oh before I forget your dad wants to go out tonight", their mom called after them.

The girls froze in their footsteps. It had been a week since their dad moved out. Amy was still angry that her parents decided to go through with the divorce. When her dad lived in the garage there was hope that he and her mom would work out their problems. Now, it looked like any hopes the girls had of living in the house with both parents again was hopeless.

"Why", Amy asked.

"Because he wants to spend some time with you."

"What about you?"

"I have...other plans."

"She has a date", Ashley said looking at Amy.

"No", Anne corrected, "not a date...dinner with a friend."

"And this friend is a man."

"Well, yes."

"I can't believe this. It's like you and dad aren't even trying anymore", Amy said.

"We did try...it didn't work...and now we're handling this in the best way that we can"

"You didn't even attend counseling."

"Some marriages just don't work out Amy."

"Is that why you won't let me marry Ben?"

"I think that's my cue", Ashley interrupted swinging her bookbag over her shoulder, "just let me know when dad gets here". Her mother nodded. She went upstairs to her room. Amy and Anne waited until her door was shut to continue what was likely to be a fight between them. Anne sighed and walked over to the sink and started doing the dishes. She was hoping that Amy would go to her room too, but the girl just stood there staring at her mother and waiting for an answer.

"Mom?" Amy demanded.

Anne finally spoke."I won't let you marry Ben because I think that you are both too young."

"Ben's dad supports us", Amy said and started to load the dirty dishes that her mother was piling on the counter into the dishwasher.

"Amy, we are your parents and we say no."

"Mom, if you haven't noticed I'm about to be a parent myself. Why can't you start treating me like an adult."

Her mother glanced at her, "Do I have to remind you of what happened the last time you tried to act like an adult?"

"I know I messed up."

"Exactly. I'm not going to let you mess up again", Anne said pulling the clean container of silverware out of the dishwashed and handing it to Amy.

"I don't believe this", Amy said taking it from her and opening the drawer where they kept the silverware, "it's like you are blaming your failed marriage on me."

"That's not what I'm trying to do. I just want you to be ready to get married."

"I am ready and it's my choice", Amy said throwing a handful of spoons into the drawer.

"Amy, you have no idea how much time and effort it takes to make a marriage work."

"I guess you'd know all about that seeing as how you're divorcing dad and all."

Anne stopped washing the plate she was holding and turned to look at her daughter who was looking back at her, "This isn't easy for me you know."

"Yeah, I can tell your crushed. Don't you have a date tonight?"

"That's it!" She yelled angrily throwing the plate back into the sink with such force that it cracked into pieces, but she didn't notice. Amy had never made her this angry. " Do not talk to me like that young lady! You have no idea what I've been through with your father! You think you are grown up just because you are having a baby at 15 years old?! There is so much more to being an adult than you realize. Are you ready to pay bills?! Buy a house?! Get a job?!"

"Ben said I wouldn't have to do those things if I married him. He said his dad could take care of it", Amy replied smirking at her mother.

"You know I've tried to be patient with you Amy. I really have, but you need to hear this. All you've done for the past few months is complain about how its everyone's fault that you are pregnant but your own. You made a choice. Stop expecting everyone to take responsibility for your mistakes. You wanted to be treated like an adult? Get a job and make the money to support your child instead of expecting your father and I or someone else to do it."

"Well, if I'm such a burden on you and dad. Then maybe my son and I will go somewhere else", she threw the container containing the remainder of the silverware on the floor. Forks spoons and knives landed everywhere. Then, not caring to see her mother's reaction to what she had just done, Amy stormed up the stairs to her room and slammed the door behind her.