Abuse

Chapter 10

WARNING: ok so I counted up the votes and everything! So the baby alive or not thing will be revealed. zanessalvr! Now you pointed out to me that it would change the plot of the story, it won't really, I mean it won't change I promise you that.

Chapter 10 Gabriella's POV

I looked at her strangely. How did she know? Wait- just act like you have no idea.

"What baby?" I asked her turning my head back to my mothers' bed.

"The one that you're carrying." She said simply. The room was silent and the only thing heard was the beeping of my mothers' monitors. I opened my mouth ten times, but never said a word. I didn't know what to do. Do I tell her? Would she think of me as a slut…whore…maybe she would tell the guys and they wouldn't want to be my friend anymore. Crap why in the hell did I choose to have friends in this school. What was the difference in this school and my others? Maybe it was because I actually feel welcomed at this school. Ok just tell her you have no idea what's she's saying and all will be fine!

"How did you know?" I heard myself say. I looked at my hands and played with them. My voice sounded cracked and raspy. Tears were forming in my eyes.

"Well, for one I looked in your medical clip board." I heard her answer.

"How? Everyone was asleep when I woke up." I said turning my head towards her and titling it.

"Everyone fell asleep and I was curious…and nosey so I looked. I opened it and just saw pregnant. Then I closed it feeling I invaded your privacy too much. So how is it?" she asked. I looked into her eyes. I wanted to know if I could trust her. Really, really trust her.

(I am so sorry for the people who wanted the baby to die, and I hope you all keep on reading this story and I promise you this it will not change the whole plot)

"It's alive, uh, but they don't really know if it's going to make it. I kind of fell down the stairs. They have to keep a close eye on me and the baby for the next three months." I said while staring at my mothers' bed.

"Gabi, I'm so sorry." She said touching my hands, making me stopping playing with them. I looked at her.

"Why aren't you going to call me a slut or whore?" I asked her.

"I don't have a reason." She said looking at me weirdly. I stood up and looked down at her.

"I'm pregnant at age sixteen, that's why!" I said to her. I walked full speed out of the hospital door leaving her in my mom's room. As I was walking out of the hospital out of the corner of my eye, I saw Troy stand up from his chair. Keeping my head held high I walked home. Finally I got home and I went into her room. The sheets on her bed were taken off and brought to the crime lab. The police were here while I was in with my mom.

I wondered who did this to her. The doctor had told me she had fought the person off and had gotten some of their skin under nails so hopefully they would be able to find the person. She was raped. Again…she was violated the way she had been sixteen years ago. Like I had been a week ago. I got up and re-made her bed with new sheets. When she got back she would be a wreck and I knew it. I looked at her full length mirror and turned to the side. My eyes rested on my stomach.

I wondered what it would look like…would it look like its father or me. I wondered what it would act like…how would I act towards it.

That was my deepest fear, turning into my mother. I brought and hand up and creased my stomach. It was still in the small form I had seen this morning. I dropped my hand to my side and walked over to my mom's dresser. I picked up her favorite perfume and sat on the chair beside her dresser. My fingers traced the bottle.

When little girls are five or around that age, they sit on their beds watching their mother get ready, sitting at their dresser applying their make up. Then once they were out of the room they would jump of the bed and took their little legs and climbed onto the chairs and looked at the stuff their mother had just used. And they copy what their mother had done. Their mother would walk in seeing their daughter applying the lipstick all over their face. They would smile and pick their daughter up and laugh at her silliness.

I never had that…I never had my mother laughing at my silliness. I wish I had. I looked up into her dresser mirror and saw the traces of the wetness that my tears had left on my cheeks. I sniffled and cleared my throat. I set the perfume bottle and got up. I walked to the door and closed the door and turned the lights off.

I walked into my room and closed the door. I turned around and saw a figure standing by my window…

A/N, looks around…… ok, well I'm going to leave it there, because I am beat! I ahd my first two mid-terms today and I want to post crazy lives and chances in this life time. I want to thank everyone for their reviews again! They brighten my day up really they do! Now for the people that wanted the baby dead I'm so sorry! But I promise you the plot of this story will NOT change! I promise you all!