Results

"Oh my God!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Casey ran into the bathroom quickly. He questioned what was wrong and I pointed to the test. He picked it up and saw the results. My head dropped down low and tears were beginning to fill my eyes.

"What are we going to do Casey? What are we going to do?"

"I don't know but if my parents find out, I'm dead."

"Your parents! What about mine!? Daddy will make sure I never see you again and Mama will be so upset. My life is now ruined!"

"Damn it Karyn! What do you think my life is going to be like, a bowl of cherries?! I love you so fucking much but we're only 18! We can't raise a child!"

Casey was right, we were only 18. I destroyed both of our lives. He had plans for collage and I had plans for going to a performing arts collage for my ballet. Now that was messed up we needed to think. Would we give up the baby and go on with or lives or have the baby and put it up for adoption or have the baby and become parents?

"We need to calm down," Casey said coolly.

"Ok, but how are we going to take care of this? Abortion, adoption, or keep it?"

"I guess, well what do you want?"

I didn't know what I wanted. I did want a family to call my own, but not this soon. I was and still am against abortion. Adoption, I thought for a minute, that's like giving up something really important. But the decision would eventually boil down to what we could do.

"I don't know. But I really don't wanna give it up. How about you?"

"I wanna keep it," I uttered without thinking.

Casey's blue eyes filled up with tears and he started to lean his head on my shoulder and cry. I knew he didn't want to give up the baby, but I also realized that it would nearly kill him too. Mr. Conner would ban me from the house for sure and Mrs. Conner would have nothing to say. My father would be disappointed in me and my mother would burst into tears. I didn't know what to do.