" RVD said eventually.
"Cool?"
"Yeah...I don't care about that, I love you."
"You've only known me a few days."
"I know you better than your brothers do."
"Taker gonna kill me." She said softly, letting her head fall into her hands.
Dora walked into the school and over to her locker.
"Hi!" Kay said. "Guess what? Garry wants to ask you out."
"Garry?" She said, closing the door. "Which Garry?"
"Garry! You know, the guy on every sports team in school."
"Oh." Dora said softly.
"You know, for a beautiful, athletic blonde you kinda have weird taste."
"Well I'm glad I do because I'm the only beautiful athletic blonde who doesn't spend dances with an airhead who just talks about himself all night and then assumes you're spending the rest of the night with him."
"Yeah, I guess. So if you don't want Gary can I have him?"
"Sure." Dora smiled.
"Hi." Dora said walking into the house.
"Hi." Sara said. "Why didn't you go straight home?"
"Do you want me to go?"
"No, sit down. You want coffee or something?"
"No thanks. So, how's the whole looking after a kid 24/7 thing working?"
"It's great." Sara smiled. "Are you ok?"
"Actually, I want to talk to you about....something. When you got pregnant....did you think you were too young?"
"No. I love your brother, we're married, I wanted a baby." She looked at Dora for a minute. "Why?"
"I...I think...."
"Your pregnant?"
"Yeah." She muttered.
"Who's is it?"
"You don't know him. I'm scared."
"Does anyone else know?"
"Just Rob."
"It's not his is it?"
"No. He...he said that loves me and that he doesn't care if the baby's not his."
"Wow, maybe you should give him a chance."
"If I live that long." Dora said as Taker walked in.
"Hi. Hey, Dora."
"Are you busy?" Dora asked as he walked into the kitchen.
"Not really." He answered. Dora watched him take beer out of the fridge and looked down at the floor.
"I'm pregnant." She muttered. She looked up to see his hand move tighter around the can, until the beer came out at the top. He dropped it and turn to face her.
"What?" He growled. Dora looked down at the floor again. "Who's is it?" He demanded.
"I'm not telling you." Dora said.
"It's Rob isn't it."
"No."
"So who else are you protecting?"
"I'm not protecting him, this is the part where you seriously injure the guy and have to spend the night in jail."
"You're damn right, who is it."
"I'm not gonna tell you."
"You're getting rid of that kid."
"No."
"Don't argue with me. You're geting rid of it."
"I bet you wish you'd said that to Sable don't you?"
"Sable?" Sara asked.
"Yeah." Dora said. "She's my mother, and he's my father. They were only a year older than me when I was born so he really has no right to lecture me about living responsibly."
"No but I'm your father so you do as I say."
"If your my father why did I never go to you when I fell and cut myself or when I couldn't sleep because I was having nightmares about that fire or crying because I wanted mom? You never went to my school, you didn't spend hours watching my practise dancing, you didn't even come to the hospital when I convinced myself that I didn't deserve to eat. My father is Paul Bearer and when he tells me to have an abortion I will, until then stay out of my life."
"Cool?"
"Yeah...I don't care about that, I love you."
"You've only known me a few days."
"I know you better than your brothers do."
"Taker gonna kill me." She said softly, letting her head fall into her hands.
Dora walked into the school and over to her locker.
"Hi!" Kay said. "Guess what? Garry wants to ask you out."
"Garry?" She said, closing the door. "Which Garry?"
"Garry! You know, the guy on every sports team in school."
"Oh." Dora said softly.
"You know, for a beautiful, athletic blonde you kinda have weird taste."
"Well I'm glad I do because I'm the only beautiful athletic blonde who doesn't spend dances with an airhead who just talks about himself all night and then assumes you're spending the rest of the night with him."
"Yeah, I guess. So if you don't want Gary can I have him?"
"Sure." Dora smiled.
"Hi." Dora said walking into the house.
"Hi." Sara said. "Why didn't you go straight home?"
"Do you want me to go?"
"No, sit down. You want coffee or something?"
"No thanks. So, how's the whole looking after a kid 24/7 thing working?"
"It's great." Sara smiled. "Are you ok?"
"Actually, I want to talk to you about....something. When you got pregnant....did you think you were too young?"
"No. I love your brother, we're married, I wanted a baby." She looked at Dora for a minute. "Why?"
"I...I think...."
"Your pregnant?"
"Yeah." She muttered.
"Who's is it?"
"You don't know him. I'm scared."
"Does anyone else know?"
"Just Rob."
"It's not his is it?"
"No. He...he said that loves me and that he doesn't care if the baby's not his."
"Wow, maybe you should give him a chance."
"If I live that long." Dora said as Taker walked in.
"Hi. Hey, Dora."
"Are you busy?" Dora asked as he walked into the kitchen.
"Not really." He answered. Dora watched him take beer out of the fridge and looked down at the floor.
"I'm pregnant." She muttered. She looked up to see his hand move tighter around the can, until the beer came out at the top. He dropped it and turn to face her.
"What?" He growled. Dora looked down at the floor again. "Who's is it?" He demanded.
"I'm not telling you." Dora said.
"It's Rob isn't it."
"No."
"So who else are you protecting?"
"I'm not protecting him, this is the part where you seriously injure the guy and have to spend the night in jail."
"You're damn right, who is it."
"I'm not gonna tell you."
"You're getting rid of that kid."
"No."
"Don't argue with me. You're geting rid of it."
"I bet you wish you'd said that to Sable don't you?"
"Sable?" Sara asked.
"Yeah." Dora said. "She's my mother, and he's my father. They were only a year older than me when I was born so he really has no right to lecture me about living responsibly."
"No but I'm your father so you do as I say."
"If your my father why did I never go to you when I fell and cut myself or when I couldn't sleep because I was having nightmares about that fire or crying because I wanted mom? You never went to my school, you didn't spend hours watching my practise dancing, you didn't even come to the hospital when I convinced myself that I didn't deserve to eat. My father is Paul Bearer and when he tells me to have an abortion I will, until then stay out of my life."