I slammed the door to my house, or I thought I did. Dimitri stopped it and came in. My mother came in to the living room from the kitchen.
"What are you doing here?" she asked me.
"She had a bad day at school," Dimitri answered me. I ignored both of them and went up to my room.
I knew people were going to find out sooner or later... But I didn't want them thinking I was whore.
My reputation at school was one of a player, but I was a cheerleader. People were afraid of me, I took karate lessons. No one messed with me, they respected me.
But where was that respect now?
Right, down the toilet.
"What really happened?" my mother came into the room, sitting down at the edge of the bed.
"Tasha told people I got pregnant to get back at Dimitri," my mothers face was soft.
"Oh Rose," was all she said.
The tears didn't stop then.
She pulled me into a hug.
"Things will never be easy for you anymore, you have to understand. You're going to have to balance school with that kid. People at school will look at you, but you have my support."
"Why?" I asked.
She knew what I was talking about.
"I went through this too once, but I didn't have the support of my mother and father. That's difficult to go through without the support of friends and family. You're father is going to have a fit, but in the end you're his only daughter. Now, about Dimitri," I groaned.
"Things happen for a reason Rose. You and Dimitri hate each other, but you're going to have to change that. Learn to respect each other, you're having a child together. You're bringing into this world another life, a life that didn't ask to be conceived. It's a child Rose, another life. You will sacrifice a lot more then your cheerleading career, football, friends... Stuff like that. You will sacrifice your freedom. And God hope not, even your life if anything goes wrong."
At the moment I didn't understand what she meant.
All I knew was I was having this child and keeping it with the support of Dimitri or not.
My mother hugged me, and I knew she was disappointed in me, but would never leave me alone.
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The next day I didn't go to school, but instead of dealing with the rumors at school I dealt with my father.
"What were you thinking getting drunk Rosemarie! Having sex at fifteen, and getting pregnant! With the son of my best friend, a boy that you have hated since you were 5," I sat in front of his desk, my mother standing behind him, putting a comforting hand on his shoulder. Dimitri was pulled out of third period, and he sat next to me, his father on the other side of mine.
Abe had lectured me, before the Belikov's arrived, for a whole hour.
"My only daughter pregnant at 15, you're a child for god's sake! Words will never be able to match my disappointment in you." Okay those words hurt.
"You have no right to say that to me Abe. You haven't been present in my life for the last 10 years! Ever since Belikov has been working for you, you only spend time with him, and your stupid job. What about me? You're most 'precious treasure'? You were never there. How many birthdays did you miss because of work? Chritmas, New Years, how many years did I spend without even seeing you?" I was getting worked up.
"Rosemarie," he hissed.
"You might be disappointed in me for getting pregnant at fifteen, well let me tell you one thing: I'm not walking out of his/her life, like you did," my voice was laced with a venom I didn't know I had.
"And you think you're disappointed?" I asked him when he didn't say anything.
I gave him a bitter laugh.
"You should see how disappointed I am in you for abandoning your family," I got up from my chair, ready to leave.
Except pain shot through my abdomen.
I clutched it and gasped for air. I grabbed the chair I had been sitting at and used it for support.
"What's wrong?" Dimitri's voice was panicked.
"Rose sweetie, what's going on?" that was my mother.
"It hurts. Bad, really, really bad," I answered.
"What does?" she asked.
"This," I said pointing to my abdomen.
"Oh god, Abe call an ambulance!"
"What? Why?" God, just do something!
"Do you want your grandchild and daughter to die?" that was it all took for my dad to dial 911.
My mother held me up with the help of Dimitri.
Dimitri kept muttering to things in Russian. And to be honest it was soothing.
But it didn't stop the pain I felt.
It was like they were digging in me, carving into me.
I thought back to my mother's words.
Was something wrong with my kid? I gasped when I felt another pang.
"Shh," my mother said.
The paramedics burst into the room.
"What happened?" one of them asked. They carried me into the stretcher, when they stepped back, they had blood.
Blood?
"She had an argument with her father when she stood up she just gasped in pain and clutched her stomach," Dimitri explained, because my mother was in tears.
Abe was hugging her and Dimitri's dad, just stood there.
"How old is she?" the paramedic asked.
"15," Dimitri whispered.
I convulsed in the stretcher with pain.
"Let's get her to the hospital," he snapped to the other paramedic.
We were in the ambulance, Dimitri's head in his hands.
"The baby, it it going to be okay?" I asked the paramedic that was blonde. He seemed to be in his mid-twenties.
His face was full with compassion.
"I don't know," he answered.
"Oh, god," I whispered.
"You have to save it," I told him.
He nodded his head. From what I knew, which wasn't much, was that, if a woman had a miscarriage the baby never made it out. Unless, of course the mother was treated and the baby was stabilized.
"We'll try our best," was he answered.
"Stay with me," except I didn't want to. The darkness seemed prety comfortable.
I wouldn't worry about anything.
"Rose, please stay with me," that was Dimitri's voice.
My eyes shot open.
"I hate you," my voice was drowsy.
"I know, and I do too, but you have to stay with me for the baby," he said. I rolled my eyes.
"Like you care," I closed my eyes again but Dimitri wouldn't leave me alone.
"Want to know why I hate you?" he asked.
That piked up my interest.
The pain had been quieted down by whatever medication I was given.
"Why?" I was so sleepy.
"Your father took my father away," he whispered. His voice was full of pain.
I managed to snort and someone in the back round said, "Keep her awake."
"Your father took mine away idiot," he didn't say anything.
And I began closing my eyes.
"I might not care about you Rose, but I do care about that baby, even if it's only been three days," I knew he was being honest.
"I still hate you," was all I said before I closed my eyes.
And I did.
I hated him with everything inside of me.
Because his father took mine away, not the other way around. It was Dimitri's father idea to start the job. He dragged my father into it, making him forget he had a daughter.
Dimitri's father visited him more than mine did, he called on their birthday's, called every once in a while.
Mine didn't.
But right now, I prayed to God, this child made it out alive.
