~~This is a chapter by CamdenGirl4Ever ~~
Disclaimer: See chapter one.
A/N: Hey guys. Thanks so much for all of the good wishes for my friend. He's recovering-slowly. : - ) Enjoy my next chapter
Mary gasped. Her daughter. Lisa. Pregnant? It was too much to handle. She slowly stood up.
"Can I see her?" She asked the doctor. He nodded.
"Right this way." He led her to the room. He opened the door and Mary entered the room. Quietly, the doctor left. Mary walked slowly over to her daughter and sat down silently. Lisa lowered her gaze, embarrassed and ashamed.
"You were drunk." Mary said, stunned, to her daughter after what seemed like ages. A tear ran down Lisa's face as she nodded.
"Mom, I'm so sorry." She said. Mary looked at her.
"You were drunk." She repeated. Lisa nodded again.
"And you're, you're" Mary couldn't say it. Lisa began to cry again.
"I'm pregnant, mom." She said through sobs. "I'm only 16. I can't believe it. That means I'll have the baby when I'm 17. Just turned 17. A baby." She said. This time, Mary nodded. She turned and hugged her daughter.
"We can get though this." She told her. "We can get through this." Lisa echoed. Suddenly, Mary sat up straight and looked into her little girl's eyes. "Who's the, uh, father?" She asked uneasily. Lisa's eyes filled up with tears again. "John." She said. Mary shook her head sadly. "The John that's" She began. "Dead." Lisa finished. Mary took her daughter into her arms again. They both cried. They cried for many things: The un-born baby's father, the death's of Lisa's friends, fear, sadness, and most of all, the uncertainty of their future.
Disclaimer: See chapter one.
A/N: Hey guys. Thanks so much for all of the good wishes for my friend. He's recovering-slowly. : - ) Enjoy my next chapter
Mary gasped. Her daughter. Lisa. Pregnant? It was too much to handle. She slowly stood up.
"Can I see her?" She asked the doctor. He nodded.
"Right this way." He led her to the room. He opened the door and Mary entered the room. Quietly, the doctor left. Mary walked slowly over to her daughter and sat down silently. Lisa lowered her gaze, embarrassed and ashamed.
"You were drunk." Mary said, stunned, to her daughter after what seemed like ages. A tear ran down Lisa's face as she nodded.
"Mom, I'm so sorry." She said. Mary looked at her.
"You were drunk." She repeated. Lisa nodded again.
"And you're, you're" Mary couldn't say it. Lisa began to cry again.
"I'm pregnant, mom." She said through sobs. "I'm only 16. I can't believe it. That means I'll have the baby when I'm 17. Just turned 17. A baby." She said. This time, Mary nodded. She turned and hugged her daughter.
"We can get though this." She told her. "We can get through this." Lisa echoed. Suddenly, Mary sat up straight and looked into her little girl's eyes. "Who's the, uh, father?" She asked uneasily. Lisa's eyes filled up with tears again. "John." She said. Mary shook her head sadly. "The John that's" She began. "Dead." Lisa finished. Mary took her daughter into her arms again. They both cried. They cried for many things: The un-born baby's father, the death's of Lisa's friends, fear, sadness, and most of all, the uncertainty of their future.