Chapter nine
*Grace*
Me and Isabel stood in the kitchen.
"So, what do you need to talk about?" I ask.
Isabel puts a hand on her forehead.
"You. Your baby. Everything."
"What about my baby?" I asked worriedly.
"You know…" She says waving her hand in the air.
I was confused.
"Grace your 17! You can't have a baby!"
"Are you kidding me, Isabel?! I am not going to kill this baby!" I yell at her.
"Ugh, if you don't want to kill it, you can give it away. Put it up for adoption." She suggests.
I scoff. "The baby is mine. Mine. I'm not giving it to anybody else."
"Grace.." She started. I put my hand up as if to say, don't say anything else.
"I'm going back to Sam. There's an extra room upstairs." I said, walking away before she could see my tears.
I ran to Sam's room when Isabel couldn't see me anymore.
"Sam.." I said, tears pouring out of my eyes. Cole was in his room.
"Cole? What are you doing here?" I ask, wiping my face.
"Uh, nothing. I was just leaving." He stood up. "I'm sorry, Sam." And he walked out of the room.
I layed down next to Sam, putting my head on his chest.
"What was that about? What is he sorry for?" I asked.
Sam shook his head. "Nothing. Why are you crying?"
I looked at the door, afraid of someone, mostly Isabel, hearing me.
"Close the door." I told him, and he got up to close the door.
"Ok, now tell me."
"Um, I'm crying because of Isabel. She was telling me I should.. I should.." I started crying again.
"Hey, no, don't cry. It's ok," Sam hugged me. "What did she say, Grace?"
"She said.. She said I should give up our baby."
"Oh, Grace." He hugged me again, but this time he didn't let go.
