Papa Don't Preach
Quinn's POV
My family is, what we like to call, "hardcore Christian." That means we believe in abstinence till marriage. I'd always believed in that. But Christians are also strongly against abortion.
When I got pregnant with Beth, I wanted to keep it from my parents for as long as I could. I didn't know what would happen when they actually did find out, especially if it was really far along in the pregnancy. But Finn let them find out early on, which was probably the right thing to do. Upon finding out, my father didn't even want to know what I was going to do with it. He just kicked me out right then and there. I didn't know if he thought I was leaning toward abortion and that's why he didn't bring it up.
I felt like throwing up. I was sure I was about to. I brought my knees up to my chest and wrapped my arms around my legs. I was sitting on my bed, terribly ill. I turned my head slightly and looked at myself in the mirror. I was starting to get a little pale. My hair was pulled up, little strands still hanging in my face. I was wearing my pink robe.
I looked the same as I did the day I'd given birth to Beth.
I really didn't want to think of that right now. About Beth. About birth. About the hospital. About the pain.
I closed my eyes and put my forehead against my knees. My mind was going in a whirl. I wanted to sleep, but I couldn't. My head and my stomach were hurting too terribly to allow me to rest. I sucked in a huge breath.
Poor Finn. He had a broken arm and a fractured spine. He'd been hit by a truck. I cringed when I remembered the night. I'd been the first one Puck called. I had grabbed my keys and was speeding down the road in just a minute. I'd headed to the edge of the forest, where Puck had described, and saw him kneeling in front of a bloody, motionless, broken-looking Finn. I'd felt the tears come immediately. Jesse had been standing back awkwardly as the rest of New Directions arrived. Girls had been crying into the shoulders of some of the guys while the paramedics lifted Finn into the back of the ambulance. I'd been standing right next to Puck, weeping uncontrollably.
I winced. It was too painful to think about anymore.
I worried about Puck. He kept texting me, saying things like, "What's wrong?" and "Are you okay?" I couldn't answer the messages. I couldn't talk to him. I'd have to face him when I went back to school, though. Hopefully, that wouldn't be for a little while.
I heard a sudden knock on my bedroom door. Mom pushed the door open, a smile set on her face. I smirked weakly at her. She approached my bed and sat gracefully on the edge. She pushed a lock of blond hair behind my ear.
"Are you feeling better, sweetheart?" she asked quietly.
I shrugged. "Not really."
Mom still smiled, but it seemed like it was only a consoling smile. There was nothing in her eyes. They were blank and expressionless, like she didn't want to be smiling, but was being forced to.
I felt the tears well in my eyes as I looked down at my hands, fingers intertwining over my stomach. "Do you know?" I looked up at her, and the smile faded completely. She started to tear up, too. I knew the answer, but she said it anyway.
"Yes," Mom whispered. "Yes, I do know."
I was crying completely now. "I'm sorry! Please don't kick me out; I need you! I know I'm supposed to be mad at you now, to be calling you the worst mom ever for kicking me out, but I can't. I just can't. I love you, Mom. I really do." My eyes bore into hers. "Please. You're my mom. I don't know what to do!"
Mom wrapped her arms around me and pulled me close. "It's all right, Quinn. You're going to be okay."
I didn't believe her. I wasn't going to be okay. What was I supposed to tell Puck? I couldn't even imagine what his reaction would be. What was I going to tell everyone else? They probably all thought I was a whore. I was starting to believe that myself, though the first time wasn't totally my fault. Who else would I talk to if Mom wasn't around to talk to me? I didn't feel comfortable talking to Miss Pillsbury, even if she was the guidance counselor. And nobody else would want to hear about it, I was sure.
I asked Mom if I could be alone for a little bit and said I'd talk to her later. She agreed, leaving my room with her hands up by her eyes as she wiped her rapidly flowing tears away.
I stared straight ahead, the forsaken question running through my mind a billion times.
How would I tell Finn after he woke up?
That was short. But I love Quinn and I thought this would jazz up the story a little bit. :) Thanks for the few reviews I have right now! I'd appreciate more, but I'm not gonna quit this story anytime soon!