Hello, Good-bye

I was two months pregnant with the baby when I found out I was going to be a mother. The night I found out, I told my parents. My mother just stared at me in disbelief and my father ran over to me yelling joyous words about being a grandfather. I thought "wait, is this how parents are to act when they find out they'll be grandparents this early?" My mother excused herself to the bedroom. I heard her crying very hard while screaming about losing her little ballerina. I sighed and moved on.

The next day I saw Casey hanging around our porch. I walked over to him and asked if his parents knew. He nodded his head, while rubbing his arm. I looked down and saw that it was colored bright purple.

"I have 48 hours to find somewhere to live. They're kicking me out."

I knew it wasn't his mother and father. It was just his father who was kicking him out and beating him. I offered him help to pack up. Casey just seemed so lifeless when he said ok. I first asked if his parents were gone. His head nodded slowly. We drove my car down to his house. When we pulled into the driveway and got up to the door we saw a white sheet of paper posted on the door. I picked it up and read it. A scream escaped my lips faster then a fat kid could devour a Pringle. Casey ripped the note from my hands, read it and furiously stuck the key in the lock and unlocked the door. We both ran to the bathroom we full speed. What I saw made me want to vomit.

There, hanging from the ceiling was Janie. Her sugar high tops were dangling around. Another note was on the counter. It claimed that she had no reason to live, that her life had about much meaning as an Ed Wood movie. Casey was hysterical and so was I. How someone who was bright as Janie could not see the purpose in her life, not see the promise in it? Casey was holding me tightly as I was trying to finish the rest of the note. It mentioned something about me and Casey staying together. I pulled my loved over for a minute.

"Casey, did Janie find out about the baby?"

"Y- y- yes. I told her first and she seemed to understand. Then I remember while Dad was beating me he was yelling he was going to disown me and Janie."

I gasped. How could someone do that to their own children? I decided right then and there we were defiantly keeping the baby. I tried to calm down my upset boyfriend, but it was no use. It ended up with me dragging him out of the house, with him still hysterical. Our drive back to the house was silent as the night. Finally he spoke up.

"Karyn, are we defiantly keeping the baby?"

"Yes, love. We are going to keep it."

"If it's a girl can we put Janie in her name?"

"Of course we can. We will"

"Good."

I then saw a tiny smile come across his lips.