NOTE TO READERS: Here you go, the next chapter. Enjoy.
Kate shook her head, coming back from her trance and smirked with confidence, "Lizzie or you? Well, that's an easy one."
Claire seemed to know what was coming and smiled devilishly in her accomplishment, until the door slammed in her face.
Behind the oak of the McGuire's front door, Claire could hear yelling, "FUCK YOU, I chose Lizzie!"
It was the first time Kate had stood up to Claire, to anyone in fact, ever since her trip to end a life. Excitement filled her for a brief moment, then she remembered Lizzie. She had to help her, she needed to think of a plan, but her mind was blank and disappointment in herself was full. Rushing up the stairs she could hear Lizzie yelling and her mother sobbing. Kate decided it would be best to go and leave this to Mrs. McGuire, until there was a scream followed by silence. She ripped the door opened to see Jo huddled over her daughter, in silent panic. Lizzie seemed to be breathing through pain and holding her stomach.
Lizzie looked up, pale as ever, "Something's wrong."
Kate soon went into complete breakdown, unaware of what she, herself, was doing. Somehow, though, she called the hospital and began to comfort both mother and mother-to-be.
"Miss McGuire?" A distant voice spoke. "Miss McGuire, can you hear me?"
Lizzie nodded, although she kept fading in and out of darkness. She tried her best to stay awake, but sleep seemed to be the easy way out and Lizzie needed an easy road.
The voice spoke again, "Miss McGuire, stay with me. You have to stay with me." But that took too much effort for Lizzie, effort that she didn't have. All those restless nights seemed to be catching up with her now and sleep was all she wanted, and sleep is what she chose.
"Lizzie, wake up Lizzie."
Even though Lizzie blinked a few times to get used to the light, her vision was still impaired. Soon she realized she was in a hospital room, surrounded by worried faces, but couldn't remember why she was there. Looking down at herself, there were so scrapes, no bruises, but then it hit her.
"Is the baby alright! God please tell me my baby is alright!" The last sentence came to a surprise to Lizzie, it was the first time she had admitted to herself, or anyone, that this living thing growing inside of her was a baby, not a curse, and that indeed it was hers.
"Don't worry Miss McGuire." The voice revealed itself to be a middle aged man, with a mustache and hospital scrubs. "Everything is alright. We just had a little scare."
"WE?!" Lizzie yelled. "We just had a scare? Excuse me, but you're not the one sitting in a hospital bed. You're not the one who doesn't know what is going on!"
The doctor just chuckled, "Well, she's going to be fun during delivery, isn't she?"
"Wait delivery? You mean, the baby...."
"Everything is fine Miss McGuire. As I was saying, there was a little scare. The pain you felt earlier was due to malnutrition. Have you been having trouble sleeping lately?"
Lizzie stared blankly at this man, as if he knew all her secrets and soon he would tell the world.
"Look, you have to realize that you're sleeping, eating, and even living for two now. You have to take care of yourself. I have another patient to attend to, so I'll check in on you later."
Lizzie looked around the hospital room and saw familiar faces, her mother, trying her hardest not to cry and miserably failing, Kate, comforting her, and soon she felt a pair of arms around her. "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in school?"
"You actually think I would stay in school while you were lying here, in the hospital. How little do you know me big sis?"
It seemed things were perfect at the moment, no matter how messed up things seemed to be to the outside world, things were perfect in Lizzie's mind. For it had been the first time since freshman that she smiled, really smiled. Lizzie wanted this moment to last forever, but that dream was brought to an abrupt end when the door swung open hard.
"Lizzie, what's going on?" Her father's expression was confused, but worried. All eyes seemed to be on Lizzie again as tears fell down her face once more.
"Sam, honey, I think we should leave Lizzie alone for a little bit." Jo desperately tried to motion to her husband to leave, to take the pain and pressure off of Lizzie.
Sam became mad at this and stood in his place. "No, I'm Lizzie's father, don't I have the right to know what's wrong with my own daughter." Jo again tried to get Sam to leave, but failed miserably.
"Yes you do have the right." Lizzie had been dreading this day since the pee tab turned blue. She knew telling her mother and Matt would be hard, but she also knew that one day they would forgive her. Her father was a different story. Although she loved him, and she knew that he desperately loved her, she didn't know how would he react to news like this. A daddy- daughter relationship was something a girl loved and needed in life to survive, as much as she wanted her friends to care for her, she needed her dad to always look at her as "Daddy's Little Girl." Lizzie was always his little girl, his baby, but after this she was certain she would be his slut and nothing more. Conquering up all her courage, she spoke as loud as she could, which turned out to be no more than a whisper, "I'm pregnant."
Every thing fell silent, except for the rasp of Sam's breathing. "YOU'RE WHAT?!" Sam looked at the faces who avoided seeing him. "And you..." He yelled, not talking to anyone directly. "You knew about this? Who did this to you? It was that Gordo kid wasn't it? I'll teach him!"
He started to leave, but was stopped by Lizzie's beckoning, "Dad, NO. Look at me, don't leave."
"Sam look at your daughter.."Jo began.
"DAUGHTER! I have no daughter!" And with that Sam stormed out.
ANOTHER NOTE: So, was it good, bad, or just plain weird?
Kate shook her head, coming back from her trance and smirked with confidence, "Lizzie or you? Well, that's an easy one."
Claire seemed to know what was coming and smiled devilishly in her accomplishment, until the door slammed in her face.
Behind the oak of the McGuire's front door, Claire could hear yelling, "FUCK YOU, I chose Lizzie!"
It was the first time Kate had stood up to Claire, to anyone in fact, ever since her trip to end a life. Excitement filled her for a brief moment, then she remembered Lizzie. She had to help her, she needed to think of a plan, but her mind was blank and disappointment in herself was full. Rushing up the stairs she could hear Lizzie yelling and her mother sobbing. Kate decided it would be best to go and leave this to Mrs. McGuire, until there was a scream followed by silence. She ripped the door opened to see Jo huddled over her daughter, in silent panic. Lizzie seemed to be breathing through pain and holding her stomach.
Lizzie looked up, pale as ever, "Something's wrong."
Kate soon went into complete breakdown, unaware of what she, herself, was doing. Somehow, though, she called the hospital and began to comfort both mother and mother-to-be.
"Miss McGuire?" A distant voice spoke. "Miss McGuire, can you hear me?"
Lizzie nodded, although she kept fading in and out of darkness. She tried her best to stay awake, but sleep seemed to be the easy way out and Lizzie needed an easy road.
The voice spoke again, "Miss McGuire, stay with me. You have to stay with me." But that took too much effort for Lizzie, effort that she didn't have. All those restless nights seemed to be catching up with her now and sleep was all she wanted, and sleep is what she chose.
"Lizzie, wake up Lizzie."
Even though Lizzie blinked a few times to get used to the light, her vision was still impaired. Soon she realized she was in a hospital room, surrounded by worried faces, but couldn't remember why she was there. Looking down at herself, there were so scrapes, no bruises, but then it hit her.
"Is the baby alright! God please tell me my baby is alright!" The last sentence came to a surprise to Lizzie, it was the first time she had admitted to herself, or anyone, that this living thing growing inside of her was a baby, not a curse, and that indeed it was hers.
"Don't worry Miss McGuire." The voice revealed itself to be a middle aged man, with a mustache and hospital scrubs. "Everything is alright. We just had a little scare."
"WE?!" Lizzie yelled. "We just had a scare? Excuse me, but you're not the one sitting in a hospital bed. You're not the one who doesn't know what is going on!"
The doctor just chuckled, "Well, she's going to be fun during delivery, isn't she?"
"Wait delivery? You mean, the baby...."
"Everything is fine Miss McGuire. As I was saying, there was a little scare. The pain you felt earlier was due to malnutrition. Have you been having trouble sleeping lately?"
Lizzie stared blankly at this man, as if he knew all her secrets and soon he would tell the world.
"Look, you have to realize that you're sleeping, eating, and even living for two now. You have to take care of yourself. I have another patient to attend to, so I'll check in on you later."
Lizzie looked around the hospital room and saw familiar faces, her mother, trying her hardest not to cry and miserably failing, Kate, comforting her, and soon she felt a pair of arms around her. "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in school?"
"You actually think I would stay in school while you were lying here, in the hospital. How little do you know me big sis?"
It seemed things were perfect at the moment, no matter how messed up things seemed to be to the outside world, things were perfect in Lizzie's mind. For it had been the first time since freshman that she smiled, really smiled. Lizzie wanted this moment to last forever, but that dream was brought to an abrupt end when the door swung open hard.
"Lizzie, what's going on?" Her father's expression was confused, but worried. All eyes seemed to be on Lizzie again as tears fell down her face once more.
"Sam, honey, I think we should leave Lizzie alone for a little bit." Jo desperately tried to motion to her husband to leave, to take the pain and pressure off of Lizzie.
Sam became mad at this and stood in his place. "No, I'm Lizzie's father, don't I have the right to know what's wrong with my own daughter." Jo again tried to get Sam to leave, but failed miserably.
"Yes you do have the right." Lizzie had been dreading this day since the pee tab turned blue. She knew telling her mother and Matt would be hard, but she also knew that one day they would forgive her. Her father was a different story. Although she loved him, and she knew that he desperately loved her, she didn't know how would he react to news like this. A daddy- daughter relationship was something a girl loved and needed in life to survive, as much as she wanted her friends to care for her, she needed her dad to always look at her as "Daddy's Little Girl." Lizzie was always his little girl, his baby, but after this she was certain she would be his slut and nothing more. Conquering up all her courage, she spoke as loud as she could, which turned out to be no more than a whisper, "I'm pregnant."
Every thing fell silent, except for the rasp of Sam's breathing. "YOU'RE WHAT?!" Sam looked at the faces who avoided seeing him. "And you..." He yelled, not talking to anyone directly. "You knew about this? Who did this to you? It was that Gordo kid wasn't it? I'll teach him!"
He started to leave, but was stopped by Lizzie's beckoning, "Dad, NO. Look at me, don't leave."
"Sam look at your daughter.."Jo began.
"DAUGHTER! I have no daughter!" And with that Sam stormed out.
ANOTHER NOTE: So, was it good, bad, or just plain weird?
