As I unraveled the pregnancy test from the wrapper, I gulped nervously. This was it. My fate and destiny. The outcome of this test would could change my life for forever. I'm not ready for a child. I'm not prepared. It can't happen.
Sitting on the toilet, I sighed and waited to pee, but I was too nervous. I sighed in frustration.
"Peeeeeee," I groaned.
I waited a few more minutes.
"Oh come on! Peeeeee! Pssssssssssssssssss," I said in hopes of urinating. I leaned over and turned the water on. Floyd, one of my dogs, stared at me humorously. It was as if he was laughing at me on the inside. His eyes were glued.
"Look away," I whined at him. He let out a little squeak and turned his head away, "thank you."
I felt myself start to pee and smiled, "yay!" Tilting my head, I realized that I just 'yay'ed because I started peeing, a laugh escaped my mouth. I took the test, finished my business and waited. And waited. And waited.
And waited.
And waited.
And waited.
I paced around the bathroom and Floyd was right on my tail, following in my footsteps. Finally the timer dinged and I went over nervously to look at the test. Picking it up, I tried to open my now creased shut eyes, but couldn't get myself to look.
"Open," I groaned, "OPEN!" I peeked out of one eye and saw a blue "-" sign. I sighed in relief.
"Thank gosh!" I did a little happy dance and started pumping my fists in the air, "oh yeah, uh huh, oh yeah!"
The white bathroom door slowly opened and Joe poked his head in, "you know, you don't have to satisfy yourself in the bathroom. I can satisfy you even better out here. You just had to call," he joked.
"I was not! Shut up," I laughed. When he got here, I asked myself. Floyd jumped up and hit Joe's legs his paws. Joe picked him up and my puppy licked his face.
He scrunched his nose, "okay, stopppp," he wined.
I laughed. He froze when he saw the white and purple plastic pregnancy test in my hand. I threw it away and walked out of the bathroom.
"It's negative. Don't worry," I laughed.
He flopped onto my bed, Floyd jumped up and laid on his stomach, "you thought you were pregnant?"
I walked over and sat next to him, on the middle of the bed, "I wasn't sure. My period is late and I've been throwing up a lot. It's probably just a bug or something." I shrugged.
My handsome hunk of a boyfriend sighed and pulled me into his arms, "you should've told me. We could've gone through that together."
"You have enough stuff on your plate right now," I sighed, "with the scouts and football...there was no room for me to tell you."
"Oh come on," he sighed, "you know you're my first priority."
"No, football is your first priority and it always will be and that's fine, baby. Football is your future."
His tan skin rubbed my arm, "you're my future."
"Maybe," I shrugged, "there's no definite answer to that right now. All these scouts are watching you under a microscope. And I'm proud of you for that, but I just..."
"Where the hell is this coming from," he asked, "is that German guy putting ideas into your head?"
I laughed and straddled him, Floyd hmphed and jumped off the bed, "Nick? No. Of course not. It's just that it's the truth. Most people don't stay with their high school love."
"But some do. And we're not most people, we're us. And I love you."
I smiled, "I love you too, Joey." Cupping his cheeks, our lips collided and passion filled our bodies. He pulled me close and flipped us over so he was on top. The rest of the night was amazing. We spent the time whispering sweet things to each other and making love.
In the morning, I woke up and smiled as I saw a handsome naked man lying next to me. He was mine. All mine. And I couldn't be happier about that. He made me forget all my other troubles for a little while.
I heard the door open downstairs and looked at the clock, six am. It was too early for me to be up and too early for anyone to come in or out of the house. I put my black silk bathrobe on and crossed my arms before walking out of my room. I grabbed a baseball bat from Trace's room and went to see what was going on in the pitch dark of the downstairs. The kitchen light was on. What? Was a bum hungry or something? I walked in on my tip toes with the bat held high and saw a brunette putting the milk back into the fridge. She turned around and I gasped, dropping the bat. It was my mother.
I shook my head disgusted, "get. Out," I hissed.
She sighed and walked over to me, "sweetheart-"
"Dont fucking talk to me! You've been gone for months. You can't just come back here acting like everything's okay. It's not. It's. Not. I've covered your ass for months and I can keep on covering it. You've missed too much."
"I know," she said, "that's why I'm back."
"Where were you? Where were you when Demi ended up in the hospital because she tried committing suicide? Or when Trace got even deeper into the drugs? Where were you when the anniversary of your daughter's death rolled around or when I had a pregnancy scare? Not here. You weren't here. You don't belong here. You don't deserve to b-"
"Miley," my father asked walking into the kitchen, "what do you mean you covered for her? What do you mean when Trace got deeper into drugs? Since when has he been into drugs? And you had a pregnancy scare? What? When?"
I blankly stared at him, "if you paid attention to anything other than work, you'd know all of this," I said a few moments later.
He sighed, "come on. Don't be like that. Talk to me. Talk to us."
"What us? Mom left. She wrote a note and left," I said.
"What," he asked confused, "but I got an -"
"An email saying she was on a business trip. I know. I wrote that. I hacked into her email account." I went into my purse and handed him the 'goodbye' letter.
My father looked at the backstabbing wench, "is this true?"
"Dear, I can explain," she sighed. I shook my head in disbelief.
"If y'all don't mind, I'm going to go and snuggle with my boyfriend and fall asleep. And yes, daddy, we're sexually active. I had a pregnancy scare. It was negative, have no fear," I rolled my eyes and went back up the stairs to my room.
Joe was snoring lightly on my bed, wrapped in the covers. I giggled and locked the door. I took my robe off and formed my body to his after lying on the bed so that we were spooning. He wrapped his arms around my waist in his sleep and I got as close to him as I possibly could. I let out a content, but stressed sigh and grabbed a piece of paper and Nick's letter, that I had gotten yesterday. I read his scribbly handwritten letter and started my reply.
Dear Nicholas,
Yup, full name. I don't know why. Just kinda felt like it. Lol. I took a pregnancy test. It was negative, thank God. My life would've been o-v-e-r if I was pregnant. And I told Joe about it. We had a little bicker about it because he told me that I should've told him and I told him that his main focus was football and that I was okay with that, but it was the truth. Because it is the truth. Football is his future. He says I am, but who knows, right? Anyways, my mom came home like fifteen minutes ago. I know, if you're going to be gone for so long, why bother ever coming back, right? Like its been months. About five actually since she left. Why come back now? I just don't understand. I stood up to my father finally. I feel proud, but I have a feeling he's going to kick Joey's ass later. Speaking of Joe, I'm lying in his arms right now. He's sleeping. Sound asleep. Zzzzzz. I wish I was, but there's too much information flying about in my head. I wish I could talk to you. Like on the phone. I don't know why, but I just think it'd make everything a whole lot easier.
Cheerleading has been going well. We have a competition soon that we're working hard for. And the guys have an away game next week. Should be fun. ;)
Did you realize we're going to meet each other in four months? I'm so excited! Like you have no idea how excited I am right now. It could be awkward, probably not though. I don't know. It just feels like we get each other.
Anyways, dream world is calling my name.
Waiting,
Miley
Why Are You Striving These Days?
Why Are You Trying To Earn Grace?
Why are you crying?
Let me lift up your face just don't turn away.
Why are you looking for love?
Why are you still searching as if I'm not enough?
To where will you go, child. Tell me where will you run. To where will you run?
Cuz I'll be by your side wherever you've fallen.
Dead of night, whenever you're calling.
Please dont fight these hands that are holding you.
My hands are holding you.
