Chapter 5
The Cat's Out of the Bag Now!
"Lizzie, what the hell were you doing? Did you think that since you were in a house alone that you could have sex and no one would find out?"
"No. We were watching a DVD and just fell asleep. What's wrong with that? It's not like we planned to fall asleep. If we were going to have sex, which we are not, we wouldn't do it in Miranda's house."
"Then why were you curled up so close to him?"
"We snuggled up to watch the movie and we both fell asleep. We did stay up all night, you know."
"Ok. We'll talk about it later."
"No," I said, as she pulled out of Miranda's driveway. I'll have to come back and get my car later. No sense in arguing and convincing her to let me drive home. She's too pissed to reason with. "We need to talk about it now. If we don't, we never will. So much is going on that it'll get put in the back of our minds and we'll never get around to talking about it."
"Fine. I'm just a little paranoid right now, considering that your best friend is pregnant with a boy who just tried to commit suicide. I think I should be able to worry about my daughter. I just don't want you to end up in a bad situation like that. I..." she said, her voice breaking. Man she really is worried! She's probably going to talk about getting drunk and getting screwed or something. No! It's my mom! She probably hasn't ever gotten drunk in her life. Neither have I, but I'm just 17. I've got plenty of time.
"You what?" I said, showing the annoyance in my voice.
"I don't want you to end up like me."
"What, did you get drunk and end up somewhere you never heard of?"
"You're closer that you think. Good! We're home! I'll tell you in the house."
"I can't wait," I said, rolling my eyes and getting out of the car.
"Ok. You might want to sit down."
"Sure. This is you. What could you have done that's so bad?"
"Ok. Here goes nothing. Well, when I was in college, I was a bit of a party girl. I was in a sorority and loved to go get drunk on the weekends. There was never a definite plan. We just went to the club and got tipsy, then left with the first guy we saw. I was always one of the wildest. I got drunk one night, and found the guy that I thought was the cutest thing alive, so I left with him. We went to his hotel room, and the rest is a blur. I tried to not remember it. I went about my week, but 10 days later, I found out that I was pregnant."
"With me?"
"No way. Being the dumb ass I was, I didn't call him and tell him the news. I had to drop out of college. I ended up putting the baby up for adoption. I only found out last week who she got adopted by. The next thing I'm gonna tell you may shock you."
"OH. MY. GOD! Can you tell me anything more shocking?"
"Well, actually I can. Whoo! This is hard," she said, breaking down into tears. I really don't like where this is going. It must be really bad.
"My daughter, who got adopted, is none other than...
"Lizzie, what the hell were you doing? Did you think that since you were in a house alone that you could have sex and no one would find out?"
"No. We were watching a DVD and just fell asleep. What's wrong with that? It's not like we planned to fall asleep. If we were going to have sex, which we are not, we wouldn't do it in Miranda's house."
"Then why were you curled up so close to him?"
"We snuggled up to watch the movie and we both fell asleep. We did stay up all night, you know."
"Ok. We'll talk about it later."
"No," I said, as she pulled out of Miranda's driveway. I'll have to come back and get my car later. No sense in arguing and convincing her to let me drive home. She's too pissed to reason with. "We need to talk about it now. If we don't, we never will. So much is going on that it'll get put in the back of our minds and we'll never get around to talking about it."
"Fine. I'm just a little paranoid right now, considering that your best friend is pregnant with a boy who just tried to commit suicide. I think I should be able to worry about my daughter. I just don't want you to end up in a bad situation like that. I..." she said, her voice breaking. Man she really is worried! She's probably going to talk about getting drunk and getting screwed or something. No! It's my mom! She probably hasn't ever gotten drunk in her life. Neither have I, but I'm just 17. I've got plenty of time.
"You what?" I said, showing the annoyance in my voice.
"I don't want you to end up like me."
"What, did you get drunk and end up somewhere you never heard of?"
"You're closer that you think. Good! We're home! I'll tell you in the house."
"I can't wait," I said, rolling my eyes and getting out of the car.
"Ok. You might want to sit down."
"Sure. This is you. What could you have done that's so bad?"
"Ok. Here goes nothing. Well, when I was in college, I was a bit of a party girl. I was in a sorority and loved to go get drunk on the weekends. There was never a definite plan. We just went to the club and got tipsy, then left with the first guy we saw. I was always one of the wildest. I got drunk one night, and found the guy that I thought was the cutest thing alive, so I left with him. We went to his hotel room, and the rest is a blur. I tried to not remember it. I went about my week, but 10 days later, I found out that I was pregnant."
"With me?"
"No way. Being the dumb ass I was, I didn't call him and tell him the news. I had to drop out of college. I ended up putting the baby up for adoption. I only found out last week who she got adopted by. The next thing I'm gonna tell you may shock you."
"OH. MY. GOD! Can you tell me anything more shocking?"
"Well, actually I can. Whoo! This is hard," she said, breaking down into tears. I really don't like where this is going. It must be really bad.
"My daughter, who got adopted, is none other than...