Jackie walked back home, which would probably take her a good many hours to do, possibly even a whole day. She didn't care, she couldn't bear to be around Michael anymore. It was warm out, the sun beating down against her and making her cheeks blush a rosey, but sickly shade of red. She was dizzy and thirsty, continuously stopping along the roadside and having to lean against a tree to keep from passing out. She ate enough yesterday to keep her alive, and she was probably eating even more now that all her diet pills and laxatives were gone. How she was feeling now was weird, she had never felt this way before. It was as if her whole body was now turning against her, or giving up. She wondered if this was what withdrawl felt like. Or if this was what dying felt like.
Stopping to rest up against a tree, Jackie felt the sudden impulse to throw up. Kneeling over, she started puking up acids inside her body, barely having any food to come out of her. She gasped for air and grabbed at her stomach, sitting down along the road and trying to catch her breath. She just wanted the pain to end, she'd even eat if that's what it took.
Luckily, a car stopped by to pick her up.
TWO DAYS LATER
"What did the doctor says Jackie?" her mom asked, seating in the waiting room as she lowered the Cosmo magazine in her hands. Jackie flopped down onto the seat beside her and shrugged, pouting as she looked down at her hands. "Jackie, tell me," her mom insisted, a hint of concern in her voice.
Jackie looked over at her mom as she picked up her purse, brushing her hair back off of her shoulders. "He just did a bunch of tests. Took some blood," she answered, pulling out a small slip of paper for her mom. "He prescribed some vitamins and some pills, to help me gain some appetite. That's about it," she said, rising up from her seat and heading out of the doctor's office in front of her mother.
The next couple of days went the same as they had since she had gotten back home. Her phone would ring in the morning, waking her up at about eight or nine. It was Steven, she knew it. It was right before he left for work. Then around mid-afternoon, the phone would ring a few more times. Jackie would debate on who was calling her sometimes. Maybe it wasn't Steven at all, maybe it was Michael. Donna offered her no help on guessing who it was. She did however charge up the steps one time and burst into the room, demanding that Jackie go downstairs and talk to Steven, who was waiting down in the kitchen. Jackie just rolled over in the bed and hid her face under the covers, groaning out words that were too muffled by the covers to make sense.
One call in particular should have been picked up, but it wasn't. Instead, the caller tried Jackie's mother's phone, and got through. Jackie's mom answered, hearing the voice of her daughter's doctor on the other line. She nearly dropped the phone in shock from what she had just heard. Charging up the steps, she barged into Donna and Jackie's room, Donna luckily being away.
"Do you know what your doctor just told me?!" she gasped out, her angry for her daughter raising to an all-time high. Jackie peered up from behind her covers, frowning at her mom in confusion.
"Well, it looks like I'm going to be a grandmother! Do you know how much you've just ruined my life, Jackie! How am I going to get remarried now?" she spat out, speaking the first thoughts that came into her mind. She shook her head and covered her eyes with her hand, feeling like she was about to burst. "Jackie, you need to think hard about this," she said, feeling slightly more reasonable and calm than a few seconds ago. After all, this did effect Jackie more than it did her...
Jackie just sat there, speechless. What was she going to do with a baby? She wasn't even married yet... Steven had no money to help her support a baby... She wasn't even healthy enough to have a baby! It would probably come out with something wrong with it!.... No, she was too young for this to be happening. This had to be some kind of awful nightmare... Never had she wanted to die more than she did right at that moment. Her life was over.
Stopping to rest up against a tree, Jackie felt the sudden impulse to throw up. Kneeling over, she started puking up acids inside her body, barely having any food to come out of her. She gasped for air and grabbed at her stomach, sitting down along the road and trying to catch her breath. She just wanted the pain to end, she'd even eat if that's what it took.
Luckily, a car stopped by to pick her up.
TWO DAYS LATER
"What did the doctor says Jackie?" her mom asked, seating in the waiting room as she lowered the Cosmo magazine in her hands. Jackie flopped down onto the seat beside her and shrugged, pouting as she looked down at her hands. "Jackie, tell me," her mom insisted, a hint of concern in her voice.
Jackie looked over at her mom as she picked up her purse, brushing her hair back off of her shoulders. "He just did a bunch of tests. Took some blood," she answered, pulling out a small slip of paper for her mom. "He prescribed some vitamins and some pills, to help me gain some appetite. That's about it," she said, rising up from her seat and heading out of the doctor's office in front of her mother.
The next couple of days went the same as they had since she had gotten back home. Her phone would ring in the morning, waking her up at about eight or nine. It was Steven, she knew it. It was right before he left for work. Then around mid-afternoon, the phone would ring a few more times. Jackie would debate on who was calling her sometimes. Maybe it wasn't Steven at all, maybe it was Michael. Donna offered her no help on guessing who it was. She did however charge up the steps one time and burst into the room, demanding that Jackie go downstairs and talk to Steven, who was waiting down in the kitchen. Jackie just rolled over in the bed and hid her face under the covers, groaning out words that were too muffled by the covers to make sense.
One call in particular should have been picked up, but it wasn't. Instead, the caller tried Jackie's mother's phone, and got through. Jackie's mom answered, hearing the voice of her daughter's doctor on the other line. She nearly dropped the phone in shock from what she had just heard. Charging up the steps, she barged into Donna and Jackie's room, Donna luckily being away.
"Do you know what your doctor just told me?!" she gasped out, her angry for her daughter raising to an all-time high. Jackie peered up from behind her covers, frowning at her mom in confusion.
"Well, it looks like I'm going to be a grandmother! Do you know how much you've just ruined my life, Jackie! How am I going to get remarried now?" she spat out, speaking the first thoughts that came into her mind. She shook her head and covered her eyes with her hand, feeling like she was about to burst. "Jackie, you need to think hard about this," she said, feeling slightly more reasonable and calm than a few seconds ago. After all, this did effect Jackie more than it did her...
Jackie just sat there, speechless. What was she going to do with a baby? She wasn't even married yet... Steven had no money to help her support a baby... She wasn't even healthy enough to have a baby! It would probably come out with something wrong with it!.... No, she was too young for this to be happening. This had to be some kind of awful nightmare... Never had she wanted to die more than she did right at that moment. Her life was over.