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Chapter 8
Late-night Visitor
"What, Mom? What did I do or not do now?"
"You were supposed to call me and tell me what the plan was. I didn't care at all about how long you were out. It's just that you were alone in a house with Gordo all day and you didn't have the nerve to call me and tell me. I thought you were at the hospital. When I called Miranda, she said that you were getting a shower and you were going to be up there later. I went there at noon and waited for four hours for you to show up. I then called your cell phone and no one answered. I called home and your father said you hadn't come home. I called the Gordons' and they said that he never showed up today. He didn't answer his phone either. You have no idea what all went through my mind when you were gone. I had this strong feeling that you were having sex. Please tell me I was just paranoid."
"Mom, I'd tell you if I had sex with Gordo. I don't usually keep things from you. You're just paranoid since Miranda and Kate are pregnant. Oh, and that reminds me, I had this weird dream that you got pregnant by Ethan's dad. Then Kate and he ended up being unidentical twins."
"Well, wasn't that an interesting dream!?"
"Yep, it was," I said, as she kissed me on the forehead and headed upstairs. Woo! She believed me! I'm gonna have to tell her sometime, but I'll wait until we do it at least three more times. Then I'll tell her. I don't care what she thinks. She'll be 'disappointed' but I don't care. She is so old-fashioned. She doesn't know that almost everyone in my school is sexually active. Even Veruca has lost her virginity. I think that there are about twenty people out of three hundred who are virgins, and they are the Fellowship of Christian Athletes prudes. They are all really judgmental too. They 'hold us accountable' for everything we do, even if we don't want them to. And they're always preaching to us. I guess we need it, but it really pisses everyone off. I don't give a shit, though. It's not like I actually listen to them. Mama makes me go to church with my family all the time, but I don't really listen. I just think of Gordo and how much I want him, which is so not churchlike. I don't act like I'm there for the right reason because I'm not. I'm not a hypocrite like half my friends who come. Oh well, I'm going to bed. I'm tired, and I'll call Gordo in the morning. I'm not going to church with them in the morning. I don't think they're going. I'll tell them I'm going to the hospital. I just may do that. Who knows. I don't really plan on going, but I probably should. I figure Miranda needs my moral support.
"RING! RING!" I wonder who that is. It's probably some telemarketer. I better get it before it wakes up Mom and Dad.
"Hello?" I said, forgetting to look at the caller id on the phone.
"Hey baby. I was just wondering what happened with your parents. Your mom seemed very mad at you. What happened?"
"She got pissed because I didn't call her, and she thought that we had sex. I told her she was being paranoid and she went to bed. I wish you could come over now. I miss you."
"Who says I can't?"
"Well, it's ten at night and my parents are in bed. I'm in trouble because she was afraid that we were sneaking around behind her back. I'll talk to you later. I love you."
"I love you too. I'll see you later."
"Yeah, later."
"Sooner than you think. I'll talk to you later. I love you! Bye."
"Bye, baby," I said, hanging up the phone.
"PECK!" What the fuck was that? It sounded like something just hit the window. It probably was Gordo. I hope.
"Hey." I said, recognizing Miranda as soon as I opened the window. "Come to the front door, Mom and Dad are asleep so we can talk."
"Ok, I'll be right there."
She got there before I could get down the stairs. "Come in," I said, opening the door for her as she came in. She looked like she'd been crying. "What's wrong, Miranda. Is it Danny?"
"What about that bastard? He acted sorry when I came and saw him in the hospital, but after I went to get us food and came back, he acted like I did something wrong and acted, like he did before, that he never slept with me. My mom came and slapped him, then he had us kicked out of the hospital. He's such a dumb ass!"
"No shit, Sherlock! I told you that. Don't let him get you down. You know the only way to tell once and for all that he is the father is to get a paternity test. Then he'll not be able to deny it. When do you find out when it was conceived and when you're due?"
"I'm going to the doctor tomorrow and I'm gonna request a paternity test. I'll need some DNA from him, though. I'm just afraid that I'll have to wait until the baby's born to find out."
"I think you might. Until then, then there's nothing you can really do. I'm anxious to see when it was conceived and when it's due. I can't wait to be Aunt Lizzie!"
"You'll not be Aunt Lizzie. You'll be its Godmother. Unless you want to be an aunt."
"I'll be both. I'm just excited! Babies are so beautiful. I love them. I'm gonna baby-sit all the time. Then you can have some sort of a social life. You could go out with Danny or someone else."
"I figure I won't be going out with him very long. He can't seem to decide if we fucked or not. I don't even think I like him anymore. I may have a crush on someone else."
"Who? I didn't know you liked someone else, and I sure as hell didn't know that you didn't like him anymore."
"I don't want to talk about him right now."
"Okay. What do you want to talk about, then?"
"What all did you and Gordo do after I left?"
"What didn't we do?" I asked, causing her to give me the big eye. "Lizzie, does that mean you...?" "Yes," I said, finishing her statement before she got it out of her mouth.
"Are you surprised?"
"Hell yeah, Lizzie! Yesterday afternoon before your date, you said you weren't ready to have sex and now you're telling me you did. And you also told me how disappointed you were with me. I guess your opinion of that has changed."
"Yeah. After we did it I can see why you kept getting fucked. It was great!" I said, as I turned the television on low. I don't want us to be heard. That would be tragic. "Yeah. It's fun the first two times, but it's like a drug. It gets addictive. I got where I couldn't go a day without at least some type of foreplay. Umm....where did you two do it? I have been trying to avoid asking you. I wanted to know, but I'm kinda afraid of the answer."
"Yeah. Well, we did it....on your couch."
"Shit! And I liked it too! I'll never be able to sit on it without thinking about you two fucking. That's not something I want to haunt me every time I go in the living room."
"Don't worry! There wasn't any cum on the couch. But I'm sorry about the whole fucking on your furniture thing. It would be so awkward if it was me and ya'll screwed on my sofa. I'll make it up to you somehow. I kinda feel bad, but I'm glad we did it and got over with. Now, at least, we know what to do and it feels like."
"Believe me, Lizzie; I'm still learning what to do. It's an ongoing process. You learn new stuff every time your clothes come off. Anyway, I'm not extremely pissed at you two. I'm glad you two have connected on that most intimate level. Although I didn't think you two should at first, now I'm relieved that you two did it sober. I was afraid that you two would get as drunk as hell and fuck while you were too disoriented to remember anything, let alone to get a condom. Speaking of, did you use one?"
"No shit Sherlock!"
"You like that phrase, don't you?"
"Yep, but of course we used a condom. We're not that stupid. I did learn at least one thing in health class. Speaking of pregnancy, when are you going to the doctor to find out when it was conceived?"
"I'm going first thing in the morning, or depending on the time, it may be a few hours."
"Most doctors aren't open on Sunday. That's unusual."
"My mom wanted us to go Sunday. I don't see why she couldn't wait until Monday, but she can't. What time is it?"
"Its eleven o'clock. What time is the appointment?"
"Mom got it for seven, but I think she wants to be there at six thirty. She wants to get it over with. She'll get to see exactly when I had sex, and as far as she's concerned, it was the first and only time I have done it. She doesn't have to know about the other times."
"That's what I would do if I was in your situation. I'd pretend that when I lost my virginity I also lost the irresponsibility of being a teenager. Now, you can say that you're a mom-to-be and that you can't think just of yourself."
"Yeah. My mom doesn't know I'm here. I told her that I was going home. She left me at the hospital when she went home. The guards finally let me stay in the lobby of the hospital. They said that I had to act better or they would have to keep me out permanently, or for tonight, anyway. I let her leave since she was almost arrested and since she was very tired. She's at home asleep. I told her I'd be back home around eleven or eleven thirty, so she'll not be getting worried yet. If I'm not back then, she'll probably think that I got back into his hospital room. Either that or she'll call here and tell your sleeping parents to send me home. It's not like I'm out having sex or anything, I mean I'm pregnant for goodness's sakes. I'm not going to do anything stupid. I have to think for two, so I have to be smart. I have to worry about nutrition and other things teenagers shouldn't have to worry about. I should be worrying about what my major is going to be in college, not whether or not I can afford an extra outfit because the cost of diapers. I'll never be normal again. You'll get to go to parties and I'll get to give my baby a bath and try to get some sleep. I've ruined my life, and yet, I'm bringing another one into this harsh, cruel world. I'm only sixteen and I have to start buying baby clothes, and picking out names. How could I've been so stupid!?" she said, and with that, she broke down again, sobbing loudly and not caring if anyone heard her. After a few minutes, my mom came down stairs.
"Lizzie, why is Miranda crying in our living room in the middle of the night? She needs to be home with her mother. She must be worried sick about her!"
"She's just had a bad day. Can she stay the night here? She really needs someone to talk to, and her mother isn't the talking kind."
"That is one of the reasons why I love you so much. You think of everyone else but yourself. You're giving up sleep to council a hurting friend. I'll call her mother, she must be worried sick."
"Thanks Mom! I love you!"
"I love you too, Lizzie!" and with that, she walked into the kitchen to call Mrs. Sanchez. When she returned, she had milk and cookies she had made this afternoon on a tray. I love her triple chocolate cookies! They're really good for times like now when you need a comfort food of some kind to calm you. She's such a nice mom. "Thanks, Mom. I love milk and your cookies. You can go back to bed if you need to. We'll be fine now. Her mom knows where she's at, so we're fine. I'll let her wear some of my clothes, and her mom will be here in the morning in time for her doctor's appointment. She'll probably be here around six. Thank you," I said, kissing and hugging her good night. She slowly went up the stairs, and eventually, went to bed. I turned to a weeping Miranda and said, "Sweetie, are you going to be okay?"
"I'll be fine, Lizzie. Thank you for being such a friend."
"Anytime. I'm going to get you some pajamas. It's about time we get some sleep. It's twelve o'clock now. You need at least seven hours of sleep, or the doctor will fuss at you. The baby needs you to be still and not get too worked up. You've gotta think about it now."
"You sound like my fucking mother," she said, as I walked to the stairs. "Well, at least I care about you," I said, and I quickly got her some pajamas. When I returned, she was stretched out on the couch, almost asleep. I laid the pajamas beside her and she slowly woke up from her half- slumber. "Thanks, Lizzie. I owe you one. Mind if I put these on in your room?"
"No. I'll just grab me some and then I'll change in the bathroom. Mi casa es su casa," I said, as I left the room to get my pajamas and changed.
"I'm glad you worry, but you really sound like my mother. And she has been pissing me off lately, so here's your warning. At least you know when to stop nagging me and agging it on. She doesn't know when to quit. It's really annoying," she said as soon as I returned.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to piss you off."
"You haven't yet, but this...child...in my stomach makes me really sensitive. I am having really extreme mood swings. It's quite annoying, actually. Lizzie, will you do me a favor? I want you to come with me to the doctor. My mom has been asking embarrassing questions that make me uncomfortable. I told her that I didn't want her to come with me and she said that the only way she wouldn't is if I found someone to go with me. I told her that I would. Please come with me! I really don't want her to go!" "I'll go with you. My mom won't care. And if she does, then fuck her. I'll still go. She's very understanding. Why would this appointment be any more embarrassing than the others?"
"I'll find out when it was conceived, and she'll ask me where we had sex, and all that shit. I don't want to have to talk to her about it."
"You know, there's no way avoiding it. She's still going to ask you. It's not like the question will go away. The location of the question will just be different. She'll not be able to ask you between the doctor leaving and the other nurses coming. That's always the time my mom asks questions. But I'll still go with you. When she asks, you can just make up some time. Tell her that it was the first time that you had sex. Then she can think that you lost your virginity and in return you got a baby. But you know you have to tell 'that bastard' when he knocked you up. That should be fun. I hate that I'm going to have to miss it."
"I may make you be there with me. No, I don't want to make you feel like I'm totally dependent on you. I don't want to be your burden."
"You're not a burden and you're not dependent on me. You just know when to ask for help. You need to tell him by yourself. I'll drive you and wait in the car if you get into a fight with him. But I'm not going in there with you. I don't want to put myself thru that and you don't want me to be there. That's like me watching you two talk about having sex. That would be beyond awkward."
"Okay. Thanks."
"Miranda, it's twelve fifteen. We need some sleep. Call your mother in the morning, or right now, and tell her that I'll take you and bring you home. She knows you will be safe with me."
"Thanks Lizzie. You're a great friend. I don't know what I'd do without you."
"You'd be lost. Good night."
"Night, Liz," she said, as she left the room to change and I leaned the recliner back for me to sleep in.
"What, Mom? What did I do or not do now?"
"You were supposed to call me and tell me what the plan was. I didn't care at all about how long you were out. It's just that you were alone in a house with Gordo all day and you didn't have the nerve to call me and tell me. I thought you were at the hospital. When I called Miranda, she said that you were getting a shower and you were going to be up there later. I went there at noon and waited for four hours for you to show up. I then called your cell phone and no one answered. I called home and your father said you hadn't come home. I called the Gordons' and they said that he never showed up today. He didn't answer his phone either. You have no idea what all went through my mind when you were gone. I had this strong feeling that you were having sex. Please tell me I was just paranoid."
"Mom, I'd tell you if I had sex with Gordo. I don't usually keep things from you. You're just paranoid since Miranda and Kate are pregnant. Oh, and that reminds me, I had this weird dream that you got pregnant by Ethan's dad. Then Kate and he ended up being unidentical twins."
"Well, wasn't that an interesting dream!?"
"Yep, it was," I said, as she kissed me on the forehead and headed upstairs. Woo! She believed me! I'm gonna have to tell her sometime, but I'll wait until we do it at least three more times. Then I'll tell her. I don't care what she thinks. She'll be 'disappointed' but I don't care. She is so old-fashioned. She doesn't know that almost everyone in my school is sexually active. Even Veruca has lost her virginity. I think that there are about twenty people out of three hundred who are virgins, and they are the Fellowship of Christian Athletes prudes. They are all really judgmental too. They 'hold us accountable' for everything we do, even if we don't want them to. And they're always preaching to us. I guess we need it, but it really pisses everyone off. I don't give a shit, though. It's not like I actually listen to them. Mama makes me go to church with my family all the time, but I don't really listen. I just think of Gordo and how much I want him, which is so not churchlike. I don't act like I'm there for the right reason because I'm not. I'm not a hypocrite like half my friends who come. Oh well, I'm going to bed. I'm tired, and I'll call Gordo in the morning. I'm not going to church with them in the morning. I don't think they're going. I'll tell them I'm going to the hospital. I just may do that. Who knows. I don't really plan on going, but I probably should. I figure Miranda needs my moral support.
"RING! RING!" I wonder who that is. It's probably some telemarketer. I better get it before it wakes up Mom and Dad.
"Hello?" I said, forgetting to look at the caller id on the phone.
"Hey baby. I was just wondering what happened with your parents. Your mom seemed very mad at you. What happened?"
"She got pissed because I didn't call her, and she thought that we had sex. I told her she was being paranoid and she went to bed. I wish you could come over now. I miss you."
"Who says I can't?"
"Well, it's ten at night and my parents are in bed. I'm in trouble because she was afraid that we were sneaking around behind her back. I'll talk to you later. I love you."
"I love you too. I'll see you later."
"Yeah, later."
"Sooner than you think. I'll talk to you later. I love you! Bye."
"Bye, baby," I said, hanging up the phone.
"PECK!" What the fuck was that? It sounded like something just hit the window. It probably was Gordo. I hope.
"Hey." I said, recognizing Miranda as soon as I opened the window. "Come to the front door, Mom and Dad are asleep so we can talk."
"Ok, I'll be right there."
She got there before I could get down the stairs. "Come in," I said, opening the door for her as she came in. She looked like she'd been crying. "What's wrong, Miranda. Is it Danny?"
"What about that bastard? He acted sorry when I came and saw him in the hospital, but after I went to get us food and came back, he acted like I did something wrong and acted, like he did before, that he never slept with me. My mom came and slapped him, then he had us kicked out of the hospital. He's such a dumb ass!"
"No shit, Sherlock! I told you that. Don't let him get you down. You know the only way to tell once and for all that he is the father is to get a paternity test. Then he'll not be able to deny it. When do you find out when it was conceived and when you're due?"
"I'm going to the doctor tomorrow and I'm gonna request a paternity test. I'll need some DNA from him, though. I'm just afraid that I'll have to wait until the baby's born to find out."
"I think you might. Until then, then there's nothing you can really do. I'm anxious to see when it was conceived and when it's due. I can't wait to be Aunt Lizzie!"
"You'll not be Aunt Lizzie. You'll be its Godmother. Unless you want to be an aunt."
"I'll be both. I'm just excited! Babies are so beautiful. I love them. I'm gonna baby-sit all the time. Then you can have some sort of a social life. You could go out with Danny or someone else."
"I figure I won't be going out with him very long. He can't seem to decide if we fucked or not. I don't even think I like him anymore. I may have a crush on someone else."
"Who? I didn't know you liked someone else, and I sure as hell didn't know that you didn't like him anymore."
"I don't want to talk about him right now."
"Okay. What do you want to talk about, then?"
"What all did you and Gordo do after I left?"
"What didn't we do?" I asked, causing her to give me the big eye. "Lizzie, does that mean you...?" "Yes," I said, finishing her statement before she got it out of her mouth.
"Are you surprised?"
"Hell yeah, Lizzie! Yesterday afternoon before your date, you said you weren't ready to have sex and now you're telling me you did. And you also told me how disappointed you were with me. I guess your opinion of that has changed."
"Yeah. After we did it I can see why you kept getting fucked. It was great!" I said, as I turned the television on low. I don't want us to be heard. That would be tragic. "Yeah. It's fun the first two times, but it's like a drug. It gets addictive. I got where I couldn't go a day without at least some type of foreplay. Umm....where did you two do it? I have been trying to avoid asking you. I wanted to know, but I'm kinda afraid of the answer."
"Yeah. Well, we did it....on your couch."
"Shit! And I liked it too! I'll never be able to sit on it without thinking about you two fucking. That's not something I want to haunt me every time I go in the living room."
"Don't worry! There wasn't any cum on the couch. But I'm sorry about the whole fucking on your furniture thing. It would be so awkward if it was me and ya'll screwed on my sofa. I'll make it up to you somehow. I kinda feel bad, but I'm glad we did it and got over with. Now, at least, we know what to do and it feels like."
"Believe me, Lizzie; I'm still learning what to do. It's an ongoing process. You learn new stuff every time your clothes come off. Anyway, I'm not extremely pissed at you two. I'm glad you two have connected on that most intimate level. Although I didn't think you two should at first, now I'm relieved that you two did it sober. I was afraid that you two would get as drunk as hell and fuck while you were too disoriented to remember anything, let alone to get a condom. Speaking of, did you use one?"
"No shit Sherlock!"
"You like that phrase, don't you?"
"Yep, but of course we used a condom. We're not that stupid. I did learn at least one thing in health class. Speaking of pregnancy, when are you going to the doctor to find out when it was conceived?"
"I'm going first thing in the morning, or depending on the time, it may be a few hours."
"Most doctors aren't open on Sunday. That's unusual."
"My mom wanted us to go Sunday. I don't see why she couldn't wait until Monday, but she can't. What time is it?"
"Its eleven o'clock. What time is the appointment?"
"Mom got it for seven, but I think she wants to be there at six thirty. She wants to get it over with. She'll get to see exactly when I had sex, and as far as she's concerned, it was the first and only time I have done it. She doesn't have to know about the other times."
"That's what I would do if I was in your situation. I'd pretend that when I lost my virginity I also lost the irresponsibility of being a teenager. Now, you can say that you're a mom-to-be and that you can't think just of yourself."
"Yeah. My mom doesn't know I'm here. I told her that I was going home. She left me at the hospital when she went home. The guards finally let me stay in the lobby of the hospital. They said that I had to act better or they would have to keep me out permanently, or for tonight, anyway. I let her leave since she was almost arrested and since she was very tired. She's at home asleep. I told her I'd be back home around eleven or eleven thirty, so she'll not be getting worried yet. If I'm not back then, she'll probably think that I got back into his hospital room. Either that or she'll call here and tell your sleeping parents to send me home. It's not like I'm out having sex or anything, I mean I'm pregnant for goodness's sakes. I'm not going to do anything stupid. I have to think for two, so I have to be smart. I have to worry about nutrition and other things teenagers shouldn't have to worry about. I should be worrying about what my major is going to be in college, not whether or not I can afford an extra outfit because the cost of diapers. I'll never be normal again. You'll get to go to parties and I'll get to give my baby a bath and try to get some sleep. I've ruined my life, and yet, I'm bringing another one into this harsh, cruel world. I'm only sixteen and I have to start buying baby clothes, and picking out names. How could I've been so stupid!?" she said, and with that, she broke down again, sobbing loudly and not caring if anyone heard her. After a few minutes, my mom came down stairs.
"Lizzie, why is Miranda crying in our living room in the middle of the night? She needs to be home with her mother. She must be worried sick about her!"
"She's just had a bad day. Can she stay the night here? She really needs someone to talk to, and her mother isn't the talking kind."
"That is one of the reasons why I love you so much. You think of everyone else but yourself. You're giving up sleep to council a hurting friend. I'll call her mother, she must be worried sick."
"Thanks Mom! I love you!"
"I love you too, Lizzie!" and with that, she walked into the kitchen to call Mrs. Sanchez. When she returned, she had milk and cookies she had made this afternoon on a tray. I love her triple chocolate cookies! They're really good for times like now when you need a comfort food of some kind to calm you. She's such a nice mom. "Thanks, Mom. I love milk and your cookies. You can go back to bed if you need to. We'll be fine now. Her mom knows where she's at, so we're fine. I'll let her wear some of my clothes, and her mom will be here in the morning in time for her doctor's appointment. She'll probably be here around six. Thank you," I said, kissing and hugging her good night. She slowly went up the stairs, and eventually, went to bed. I turned to a weeping Miranda and said, "Sweetie, are you going to be okay?"
"I'll be fine, Lizzie. Thank you for being such a friend."
"Anytime. I'm going to get you some pajamas. It's about time we get some sleep. It's twelve o'clock now. You need at least seven hours of sleep, or the doctor will fuss at you. The baby needs you to be still and not get too worked up. You've gotta think about it now."
"You sound like my fucking mother," she said, as I walked to the stairs. "Well, at least I care about you," I said, and I quickly got her some pajamas. When I returned, she was stretched out on the couch, almost asleep. I laid the pajamas beside her and she slowly woke up from her half- slumber. "Thanks, Lizzie. I owe you one. Mind if I put these on in your room?"
"No. I'll just grab me some and then I'll change in the bathroom. Mi casa es su casa," I said, as I left the room to get my pajamas and changed.
"I'm glad you worry, but you really sound like my mother. And she has been pissing me off lately, so here's your warning. At least you know when to stop nagging me and agging it on. She doesn't know when to quit. It's really annoying," she said as soon as I returned.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to piss you off."
"You haven't yet, but this...child...in my stomach makes me really sensitive. I am having really extreme mood swings. It's quite annoying, actually. Lizzie, will you do me a favor? I want you to come with me to the doctor. My mom has been asking embarrassing questions that make me uncomfortable. I told her that I didn't want her to come with me and she said that the only way she wouldn't is if I found someone to go with me. I told her that I would. Please come with me! I really don't want her to go!" "I'll go with you. My mom won't care. And if she does, then fuck her. I'll still go. She's very understanding. Why would this appointment be any more embarrassing than the others?"
"I'll find out when it was conceived, and she'll ask me where we had sex, and all that shit. I don't want to have to talk to her about it."
"You know, there's no way avoiding it. She's still going to ask you. It's not like the question will go away. The location of the question will just be different. She'll not be able to ask you between the doctor leaving and the other nurses coming. That's always the time my mom asks questions. But I'll still go with you. When she asks, you can just make up some time. Tell her that it was the first time that you had sex. Then she can think that you lost your virginity and in return you got a baby. But you know you have to tell 'that bastard' when he knocked you up. That should be fun. I hate that I'm going to have to miss it."
"I may make you be there with me. No, I don't want to make you feel like I'm totally dependent on you. I don't want to be your burden."
"You're not a burden and you're not dependent on me. You just know when to ask for help. You need to tell him by yourself. I'll drive you and wait in the car if you get into a fight with him. But I'm not going in there with you. I don't want to put myself thru that and you don't want me to be there. That's like me watching you two talk about having sex. That would be beyond awkward."
"Okay. Thanks."
"Miranda, it's twelve fifteen. We need some sleep. Call your mother in the morning, or right now, and tell her that I'll take you and bring you home. She knows you will be safe with me."
"Thanks Lizzie. You're a great friend. I don't know what I'd do without you."
"You'd be lost. Good night."
"Night, Liz," she said, as she left the room to change and I leaned the recliner back for me to sleep in.