Okay, I realize I haven't updated in forever, but I have now, and I'm in the prosses of writing the next chapter, so you'll have at least two chapters within today and tomorrow, promise! And yes, this isn't a very long chapter (none of them seem to be anymore…) but its an important one, so read please! After reading R&R and tell me what you think, along with any ideas you might have. I'll take them to heart, I promise!

Chapter 8

Morning came and I wasted no time in waking up and packing my things. If they indeed were against me having the baby I would not be wasting any time in packing to get out. I could have no idea how they would react, and if it was in violence (as I suspected my fellow mews would) I wouldn't want to stick around long. Once all my major things that I would absolutely need in leaving were packed I dressed and walked down the stairs to the kitchen. My face was blotchy and has sags under them from all my crying the night before, but I didn't care. The only thing on my mind was telling my parents about the baby.

I stopped in the doorway of the kitchen, and for the moment I went unnoticed. I moved so quietly that nobody had heard me enter. Mom was busy cooking, something she often did when she was upset, and Dad was reading the newspaper, shaking it every few minutes to make it look like he really was reading, but we all knew he wasn't. No, he was really thinking, likely of how I was such a disappointment to him. His firstborn child goes off and falls in love with an alien. It had to be a hard blow for him. That's what made what I was about to do all that much harder.

"Mom, Dad?" I asked my voice thick because of my sore throat. It was always sore after I cried.

The two started quite suddenly, looking up at me in surprise. It was like they were surprised I was there, as if they believed me to be really standing there in front of them. The shared a glance, one that parents use to have complete conversations in just a few seconds, before they looked at me once again. Mom put on a fake smile and Dad just looked at me, barley keeping back a frown.

"Yes dear?" Mom asked, her voice a little too happy to be convincing. Dad merely grunted.

I bit my lip, "You know how I was… well… with Hayoto, right?" Dad's eyes seemed to grow black with anger and hate at just his name and I could hardly think of what he would do when he learned of the baby. Mom nodded, managing to keep her emotions under control a little better. "Well, there's something that I haven't told you guys; something Kish doesn't even know." I took a deep breath and muttered the words that they needed to hear, "I'm pregnant."

The affect of those two words was astronomical. Mom gasped, having to clutch onto the counter with one hand and cover her mouth with the other as her emotions took over, her eyes tearing up. Dad, however, had a far more violet reaction, pushing the table away so he could get up, the chair toppling over in his hast as his face turned bright red with anger.

"YOU'RE WHAT?!?!" he demanded, his eyes wild with rage and I bit back a sob as I let my eyes shut.

"I'm pregnant. I have been for six months now."

My eyes were still shut, but the sound of breaking china and glass was enough to tell me that Dad was on a rampage. Suddenly hands were clamping onto my upper arms tightly, and if I wasn't as strong as I was it would have hurt horribly. My eyes flew open as I looked into my father's glaring eyes.

"You won't keep it, you hear me? You are not keeping it!" his teeth were clenched as he battled to keep himself under control, but he was failing miserably.

I jerked away from him, my own eyes now glaring, "I'm keeping it, whether you like it or not!" I felt angry tears streaming down my face, and I heard Mom sob in the kitchen, still distraught.

"Don't you backtalk me, Seka! You are not going to keep that… that… alien spawn!" he was shaking now, becoming too angry to even speak without stuttering slightly.

A part of me I didn't even recognize moved forward and slapped him hard. I didn't know what came over me in that moment, perhaps my motherly instincts or perhaps my love for this "alien spawn's" father, but whatever it was it was powerful enough to make me strike my own father.

"It's my child! You drove me away from it's father, but you will not drive me away from it!" with those last words I ran up the stairs, into my bedroom where I grabbed my backpack that had been stuffed full with my things and then went back down the stairs, completely ignoring my parents as the yelled and cried and shook with rage and sobs. Pain was filling me, and I wished desperately that things could have ended differently, but alas, things never seemed to go the way I wanted anymore. I left, not even having the opportunity to say goodbye to my baby sister. With no plans to return, I climbed into my car and drove away.