Love, War, and Daria Morgendorffer
Chapter 2::
Daria Morgendorffer sat on the metal table in her hospital gown. She looked over at Jane Lane, giving her a look of mixed emotions. Jane, who was sitting in a chair, looked back at her. Daria sighed and looked down at her feet which were dangling off the table.
"I'm still getting used to all this," Jane replied as she leaned forward against the counter at the end of the room. "Trent and you having a baby. I guess all my prying worked after all."
"Not to mention the one dozen cans of beer I had," Daria muttered as she looked back up at her. Jane gave a smile and shrugged. Silence fell upon the two once more, leaving them only with her thoughts.
"How do you plan on telling Trent?" Jane asked in a curious manner.
"Well, I should tell him first, shouldn't I?" Daria suggested as she rubbed her temple. "Then, I should probably let Tom know, but I don't know how he is going to take this?"
"Not lightly, I can tell you that right now," Jane warned her as she sat straight up. "What about Helen and Jake?"
"Oh god!" Daria groaned as her eyes widen in fear. "I don't even want to think about that right now. I'm going to have to tell them everything that happened that night. And, I mean everything."
"I hope you don't mean the very detailed description of it," Jane grimace in disgust as she shivered. "Please, no more!"
Just as Daria was going to open her mouth to speak, the door opened. A man with dark brown hair and blue eyes walked in, looking straight at Daria. "Hello," he greeted as he held up his clip board and pen.
"I'm ready to play twenty questions," Daria sarcastically replied as she straightened her back and watched as the Doctor sat down on his chair.
"Well, first of all," he began as he looked over the paper work once over. "I'm Dr. Philips. And, you're Daria Morgendorffer?"
"Guilty," Daria muttered as she began to rub her hands over each other in a nervous manner.
"And, you're under 18, is that correct?" he asked with his eyebrows raised in a quizzical manner.
"I'll be 18 next month," Daria answered as she took a glance at Jane.
"Any medical conditions? Allergies?" He asked.
"No. And no," was the answer he got.
A long silence past as Doctor Philips look over the paper work once over and then twice. Daria look over at Jane, nervously. Jane shrugged and continued to wait.
"Well," he began, breaking the silence in the room. "The test shows you are pregnant. You're about two months along."
Daria immediately slapped her forehead with her hand. "Guess that makes you Aunt Jane, huh?" she mused as she looked over at Jane.
"Wait, you two are sisters?" Doctor Philips asked in confusion.
"No, the father of the child is my brother," Jane replied as she stood to her feet. "Is she done here?"
"For the time being," he answered as he placed his pen in his shirt pocket and looked over at Daria. "We are going to have to check up on you every so often to see how you are doing."
"Of course," Daria muttered as she watched him leave the room. "Now
what?" she asked Jane, but only received a shrug as an answer.
***
Trent Lane picked up his guitar pick and walked over to the microphone. He glanced at his band members to see if they were ready. Each one nodded in respond and began to play. Trent began to sing the words to their song 'Ow, My Face!'. Though, his mind was somewhere else, it soon caught up to him as he picked at the wrong chord.
Max began to drum at the wrong beat, making everyone stop and turn to him. "Hey Trent!" he shouted in anger. "What the hell do you think you are doing?"
Trent looked down in confusion. "Sorry, Max," he replied as he pulled his guitar away from him and placed it on its stand. "I'm just out of it to do this. You guys practice. I'm going to get some sleep."
As Trent head upstairs, the remaining band members looked at each other.
"I'll go talk with him," Jesse suggested as he pulled his guitar away from
him and headed up the stairs.
***
Trent rummaged through the empty refrigerator when he sensed someone standing behind him. Quickly he turned to see Jesse standing with a quizzical look on his face and his arms crossed over his chest. "Hey Jess," he greeted as he walked over to the cupboard. "What's up?"
"What's going on, man?" he asked as he took a seat at the table.
Trent sighed, knowing there was no way to get pass his friend. Slowly, he turned and sat down across the table from him. "It's Daria," he replied in a small voice. Sighing once more he shook his head and stood up. "Forget it."
"What? What's going on?" Jesse asked as he also stood up.
"You promise not to tell Janey or the guys?" Trent asked with a serious look. Jesse nodded in response and continued to wait. "We slept together."
This brought a rude awaking in Jesse as he took a few steps back and gasped. "What?" he shouted, but was quickly hushed by Trent. "When did this happen?"
"About two months ago," Trent replied as he looked down in frustration. "We got drunk and it just happened. I don't think she remembers though."
"Oh, because of the beer?" he asked as he took a seat back at the table. "What are you going to do? What if she's pregnant?"
"I know!" he hissed at him. "I don't know. I'm afraid of what she will think of me after I tell her that I was only half drunk."
"Wait, you knew what you were doing?" Jesse asked as he watched Trent sit back down. "And, you didn't stop? That's like taking advantage of her, man!"
"But, I wasn't," Trent protested. "I wanted to be with her. I'm afraid she'll reject me."
Just then Jane and Daria walked in with solemn faces. "Afraid of what? Who?" Jane asked, not really taking interest in the conversation she interrupted.
Daria stopped and looked at Trent. Really looked at him. Trent noticed this and looked back, seeing the fear in her eyes. His mind raced as he heard Jesse say something about going somewhere and Jane needing to paint. This left Daria alone with Trent for the first time in over two months.
Daria sat down across the table and looked at Trent. She took her time mustering up all the bravery she had. "Trent," she began in a shaky voice. "We have to talk."
"I know!" he shouted. "We slept together! I should have told you this before!"
Daria looked up at him with eyes wide as he stood up and flung his arms around, violently. "Trent," she began, trying to bring his attention to her.
"I knew what I was doing, I should have stopped it!" Trent shouted as Daria stood up.
"Trent, I'm pregnant," she shouted back, finally bringing him to his senses. Suddenly, Daria went wide eye once more and began to fume. "What do you mean by 'you knew what you were doing'?" she demanded to know.
"What do you mean by 'you are pregnant' ?" Trent asked right after in the same tone as Daria's.
Daria looked down as if she were ashamed to look at him. Not answering his question, she looked back up with a uncertain look on her face. "What did you mean before?" she countered with a raised eyebrow. Trent took his turn to look shameful as he gazed over at the sink with a uneasy look. "You weren't drunk that night like I was, were you?" Daria guessed as she sat back down in her chair.
"No, I was," Trent replied in a low voice. "I was just not as drunk as you."
"So, now what?" Daria asked, look up at him. "I'm obviously pregnant. With your baby."
Trent sat down, taking a moment or two to let it all sink in. "I don't know," he finally replied. He gazed at Daria and studied her for a moment. She seemed afraid and nervous to him. "Daria?" he called out to her. Daria forced herself to look back at him. "You are planning on having this baby, right?"
A look of horror struck her face as she looked on in disgust. "Of course," she snapped, instantly regretting her tone of voice. She sighed and relaxed into the chair. "I'm sorry Trent," she replied in a sympathetic manner. "I'm just really stressed out, you know?"
"I was just asking," Trent replied, looking back down. "I want you to have the baby, but if you can't or something... then I'm fine with it."
Daria listened closely to his voice, knowing that he didn't mean what he said. Daria smiled at his kind heartiness and knew exactly how much he already loved the unborn baby. She turned to him, touching his face with her hands and forcing him to look at her.
"Listen Trent," she began. "You can't hide the fact that if I were to
have a abortion or something that you wouldn't be torn apart," she insisted
as his eyes diverted to the ground. "I plan to have this baby and I plan
to have you around in his or her life," she told him. "And, in mine..."
***** LA, la la LA la *****
With Trent down, Daria has only three other people to tell. How will
Helen and Jake take this all? Will Tom decide to leave Daria forever?
