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Papa Don't Preach

Chapter Seven: Sweet Child O' Mine

The look on his face said it all. It looked as if someone had just gone up to him and sucked out his soul. Small trickles of tears began to build up and he let them drift slowly down his face. His bottom lip quivered and he bit down on it violently, trying to make it stop. He pressed his lips together and wrapped his arms around me tight. He held me close to him, like he was a shield to protect me from all the bad things in the world. His lips touched my cheek which went through me like a shock wave. I want to stay in his arms forever and just cry.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Craig hushed in my ear, letting his lips stroke me with every word.

"I was too scared," I whispered back and dug my head deeper into his body. "I was scared."

"I know, 'Ana, I know," Craig back away from me and took my hands into his. "Let's ditch, come on, I know a place we can talk."

I smiled and nodded. We stood up and made a run for it outside the Degrassi Community School grounds. No one really noticed but our legs moved as fast as possible, if even the slightest chance we might've been caught. Our legs are stopping at a park that seems it was deserted years ago. He brought me over to a tree and set me down on his lap.

We sat there for a while, not saying anything. Just observing our surroundings and glancing at the various animals that passed us by. It wasn't until we saw a lady pass us with a baby stroller Craig brought up a question.

"How'd it die?" he put his hands behind him to keep himself up while looking me right in the eyes.

"Uh- murder," I coughed, "I was at a 7-11 late one night getting some food when a guy came to me, and uh, killed her."

"It was a girl?" a sparkle came about his eyes.

"Yeah, I didn't officially name her anything though, they say names just make it harder to let go," I looked down at the ground, feeling ashamed. Why should I feel ashamed? I'm was just doing what I was told to do but it felt bad not naming her. On her grave all it says is Girl Padma. Like she came from a hospital or something.

"What did you want to name it?" he played with the ring on my finger.

"Mei," I smiled. "I wanted to name it after my mom."

"Mei's a beautiful name," his kissed my hand, pulling me into his embrace. "But not as beautiful as Layana," Craig paused and held his breath for a minute. "There's so many things I want to say to you right now, but I'm not sure where to start."

"Why don't you start at the beginning?" I closed my eyes slightly and swallowed air.

"When I left you, I felt as if a knife had been speared through my heart. Part of me knew that something was up with you but I just didn't want to call you, I don't know, maybe fear of rejection. I had your number the whole time, I just didn't want to call you. But that didn't mean that I didn't want to talk to you. I was scared too, 'Ana. I was scared too," Craig started crying, leaving behind tears on my shirt.

"Scared? Why were you scared of me?"

"Because I fell in love," Craig pondered. "I fell in love with you, it was a feeling I had never felt before."

"Why did that scare you?" I felt all the guilt go from me to him. It made me feel a bit bad but after all my guilt pains I think he deserves them. I mean, he didn't call me, even though he had my number. This brings me back to what I was thinking before. He used me. He didn't expect to ever see me again and now that he has he's making all this shit up. It's ridiculous. Part of me is thinking he doesn't really care that his baby died or not. He obviously didn't seem that disturbed about it. If only I could speak my mind.

"It just did ok?" Craig stood up, dropping me on the ground, "Why are you asking me all these questions? Shouldn't I be the one asking you why the hell you didn't tell me about my kid? I can't believe this. You didn't even try to call me did you?"

"I was scared!" I stood up and cried, screaming at the top of my lungs. "What did you want me to do Craig?"

"Tell me you were pregnant!" he said that statement as if that was the easiest thing in the world.

"I couldn't! I was too ashamed! Why do you think I moved here, huh?" I kicked my foot into the ground, stomping like a child. "I'll tell you why. Because I didn't want to go to school everyday known as the slut that got knocked up by some Canadian and then had the shit beat out of her, causing the death of her child. I didn't want that following me for the rest of my life. I moved here trying to move on!"

"But instead you found the thing you were running from?" he answered his own question.

"Yeah, I did," I answered and slowly walked out of the park and back to my new home, where I locked my self in my room and cried myself to sleep.

A/N: Sorry for the wait, this was a hard chapter to write. Shibby.