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.