Hey! I know, I know, this isn't A Twist of Fate or When Four Years Pass, but I was thinking of what to write next for those, and this idea popped into my head. However, it didn't fit with any of my other stories, so I decided to write another. I hope you all like it. It's different, but that's what I'm all about, difference, right?

Oh, in advance, sorry for the bad language in here. You'll see why it's there when you get there.

PLEASE REVIEW!!!!

Oh yeah, don't own a thing.

Through Better or Worse.

"Please don't be positive, please don't be positive," Valerie Linear cried through tears. She was sitting in her room on the floor. Her best friend Catie Roth was sitting above her, hunched over her best friend's shoulder, looking at the take home test with scared eyes.

Catie took her hand and placed it on Val's shoulder, doing her best to calm her down. "It's ok, Val, just stay calm, it'll be ok." Catie gave a comforting smile, even though Val wouldn't see it. She just hoped it would ease the pain

The color on the paper started to appear.

"Please be blue, please be blue." Val pleaded.

The feared color of pink filled the small paper. Val let the tears run down her cheeks even faster. Catie ran to her best friend's side and engulfed her in a long hug. She rocked back and forth, back and forth, letting her own tears fall onto their shoulders.

"What will my dad say? He always trusted me." Val cried, with hurt eyes.

"He'll understand. Just give him some time."

"Understand? He'll understand? Catie, both you and I know for sure that my father will never understand. I don't think he'll be very happy, having a pregnant seventeen year old." Val yelled, letting her emotions take her away, yelling at Catie for comforting her.

"Val, quiet, they might hear you."

"Fine, let them hear me. If they don't know it now, they sure will in a couple months when I get sick, eat twice as much, and try to hide the swelling of my stomach." Val was furious.

"Va.." A loud knock interrupted Catie's sentence.

"Who is it?" A very frustrated and scared Val asked.

"Val let me in." The loud voice on the other side of the door started.

"No. There's no way in hell I'm letting you in here."

"Dammit, let me IN." The man's voice was full of anger.

"Leave me alone. I don't want to see you."

"I'll break the door, I swear. LET ME IN!"

"NO!"

The sound of breaking wood ran through the air as Val's father hit it furiously with anger. The hammer appeared clearly as the first hole in the door appeared.

"Oh my god." Said Val with terrified eyes, as she grabbed her friend's hand and ran to the window. Val grabbed the knob and quickly opened the window. She forced her left leg through the open window as she looked back at the half broken door. There were even more holes in the oak, and more came as the hammer broke more and more wood, second by second.

The blonde thrust her right leg through. She looked to Catie, who was thinking ahead and grabbing the keys off the bedside table. Val sat herself on the windowsill and, without thinking, jumped from her second story bedroom. She landed hard on her feet and allowed her lunges to breathe in the fresh, crisp air. She looked up to the window and saw Catie jumping out. She fell through the air and landed softly, like a cat, next to Val.

"So what now?" Catie asked, seeing the fear in Val's eyes. Val prepared to answer, but was caught off guard by the angry voice of her father up above.

"I'll get you. You're going to die you bitch. You along with that brat child you have in there. You fucked your life up, and now you are going to pay."

Catie pulled Val up off the cool grass and ran to the car. She grabbed the keys out of her pockets, and placed her best friend into the passenger seat of the silver Passat. Catie ran to the other side of the car, jumped in quickly, started the car, and backed out as quickly as she could go. Val's father ran out of the door and into his old pick up truck. He started it, backed out, and began to follow the two girls as fast as he could.

"Don't worry Val, we can outrun that thing in this any day." Catie comforted. She looked quickly to Val, and automatically wished she hadn't. Mascara was streamed all over Val's face. Her hair was tangled and in a mess on her face. She was staring out into the road with no life in her eyes. 'Her eyes' Catie thought. The light that had always been in Val's blue eyes was gone and replaced with dark spots. Dark spots of hate, of fear, and of concern. Concern for herself. Concern for her unborn child. Concern for the loving father of this baby.

"My house?" Catie asked, knowing Val needed to know she was safe.

Val shook her head, saying no. Catie looked at her with confusion, but looked back to the road and prepared to turn. She knew where Val wanted to go. No, she knew where Val needed to go. Catie took a deep breath and turned into Tyler Connell's driveway.

"I'll pick you up tomorrow morning, ok? Call me" Catie said as she took Val's tear-wet hair and tucked it behind her ear.

Val nodded and got out of the car. Catie waited in the driveway as she watched Val walk up the stairs, take a deep breath, and ring the doorbell to the mansion. Catie sighed with relief as a light came on and Tyler's stepfather came out of the door.


"Val? Are you ok? What's wrong?" William asked with a scared voice. He walked out to her, grabbed her hand, and pulled her inside. He was practically her second dad, and had been since Tyler and Val got together.

Val choked tears as she started to whisper. "Can I talk to Tyler?"

"Yeah. He's upstairs in his room doing homework."

"Thanks."

William turned with confusion in his mind, but quickly turned back and started to speak.

"Val?" William asked before she started to walk up the stairs.

"Yeah?" Val turned around.

"I'm here, whenever you need me."

Val forced a loving smile towards William. "I know, thank you."

The young woman turned and walked up the stairs, on the way to Tyler's room.