Barbra sat completely emotionless in the kitchen downstairs a few days later. He felt numb and dead on the inside. Her mother finally finished telling him the results of the doctor's visit they had gone to earlier that morning. Glancing over, she saw pure shock in his eyes. A silence washed over them
Pregnant .
She couldn't believe it.
But all the tests were positive.
She was almost two months into it.
How couldn't she had known.
Barbra really did though. Between all the medications, and the pure shock after everything that happened it just slipped her mind. Somehow through all the grief, she hadn't really thought back at the two times Woodstock and her had sex together at camp. The first time they lost their virginity to each other. Barbra even remembered her being angry at him for not wearing a condom, and how quickly it had slipped her mind. How could she had been so stupid.
Woodstock…
Her eyes tears up as she felt sick again.
He was butchered…
Her parents began to talk, but it just seemed like static. Finally her mother reached over and touched her hand. Snapping out of it she looked over at them. She saw pity in their heartbroken eyes.
"We think you should have the baby Barbra, I don't think you could handle an abortion right now…not with that and the memory of what just happened…no your father and I thought that you should have the baby and give it up for adoption. Real nice people, couples who couldn't have their own…couples who could give this child a normal life, never knowing the awful history behind it's biological parents. Honey we just think it's for the best. We're thinking about moving, someplace out in the country, someplace peaceful so we could get away from it for awhile.
Her parents looked at each other for a moment.
"You can finish your senior year here, after that whatever you feel like doing next. Maybe college if your ready. We just now know how close we were to loosing you. We just want you to be happy and support you."
Barbra began to cry, she took deep breaths.
"Does…does Woodstock's parents know?"
"Probably not, their escaping it all and leaving for good. Their heartbroken honey, he was their only one. Just like your our only one. I think it would be best to cut all ties, no matter what you decide. If you think about maybe keeping the baby yourself, we'll support you all the way. You don't have to be scared. We just don't think Woodstock's parents could handle that they have a grandchild right now from their sixteen year old murdered son. Maybe within time…but not now…"
Barbra felt the room spinning.
This was too much, too fast.
The truth really hadn't set in yet through the shock. Just like what had happened at camp, and Woodstock and her other friends' deaths. Shock, and utter denial. She was just a teenager, she couldn't have a baby? She knew she couldn't. Why weren't her parents angry? Why were they giving her all these choices. Why were they being supportive.
That's when Barbra knew.
That day on the raft, she had been lucky. She was almost killed like the others.
Now like her mother said…it was her second chance. Feeling somewhat sick, she thought of going through this pregnancy. How people would react, most of all everyone who had survived. Then Woodstock's parents. She knew they were leaving, but still they would find out within time.
Could they really handle it? What if they wanted the baby for themselves. What if they wanted to take it away.
Why was she thinking this way?
Would she really go through this?
She knew her parents were right about the abortion. After everything that had happened, and the amounts of shock she was still going under, she knew she wouldn't be able to live with the fact she killed really the past real part of Woodstock for good. That even if he had lived, she could see them now freaking out and arguing about who's fault it would be. Nobody would want the blame and they would panic about their parents and friends finding out.
Then an abortion?
She really didn't know.
They were so young…
But what if Woodstock would of reacted differently. What if he wanted to tell their parents and be supportive through the entire thing. What in his stupid puppy dog love he was feeling for Barbra would amount to wanting in stupid vain to try and take responsibility.
Maybe not…
She really didn't know.
But she did know Woodstock was dead. He wasn't coming back. Just a young teenager and slaughtered. He should have been the one to survive. Maybe that would have been better. Woodstock would of never known about the pregnancy Barbra would of died with, and gone on with his life within time. Barbra would just turn into a distant memory of a girl he had a thing for that was killed back when he was attacked as a teenager.
But it was the other way around.
What if they had both died. Without even knowing it, both would of died along with their unborn child.
She still couldn't believe it.
A baby…
Woodstock had gotten her pregnant. Feeling light headed, she began to cry. Quickly her mother was at her side holding her, telling her everything would work out.
Thinking of Woodstock's screams, she wished more then ever he was here right now with her. Not buried in a cemetery across town, so badly cut up, his coffin was closed for the funeral.
He should have been here.
But he was dead.
She kept saying softly under her breath as she cried.
Woodstock was really dead.