Chapter One: What To Do

Stacy Keibler slapped her boyfriend, Andrew Martin, across the cheek, her face dripping with tears. "Damn you!" she cursed, shouting at him.

Andrew looked at her. "I'm sorry, Stace." He said, his feet slowly backing away from her. "I can't do this," he confessed. "I'm not ready."

Stacy shook her head at him. "Don't be a coward, Drew." She told him, her voice shaking through her tears. "Don't walk away."

Andrew looked at Stacy in admission of guilt. "I'm sorry, Stacy." He said again, turning his back on her and walking away.

Stacy arrived in the hotel room she shared with Amy Dumas and Trish Stratus. She looked around and was thankful to find nobody there. She cam across a note and opened it.

Dear Stacy,

Just went out to buy food... Don't worry; we'll bring you some!

Loves you bunches,

Trish and Amy

Stacy set aside the note as she quickly laid down the bed and covered herself with the sheets and buried her face in the pillow, allowing her tears to fall.

Trish and Amy were making their way to their hotel room, carrying the food they bought from McDonald's. "This is it." Trish said as she stopped in front of the door of the room they were currently staying at.

Amy unlocked the door and opened it. "Stace?" she called out, entering the room. "We've got food!" she said cheerfully.

"Oh my god!" Trish exclaimed as she saw Stacy starting to sit up in bed and drying up her tears, looking very frail.

The two divas rushed over Stacy, concerned for their friend. "What's wrong?" Trish asked as she sat beside Stacy, holding her hand for comfort.

"Girls," Stacy began as she inhaled some air deeply. "I'm pregnant."

Seconds, which felt like hours, passed without anyone saying anything.

"Did you tell Drew?" Amy asked being the first one to speak.

Stacy nodded, trying her best to stop her tears. "Yeah," she said quietly.

"Well, what did he say?" Trish asked. "Are you guys getting married?"

Stacy turned to her Canadian friend, a single tear dropping her face. Her hand quickly brushed it away as she shook her head. "No," she said, her voice shaking. "He broke up with me." She told them as she hugged her two best friends, seeking comfort and security.

"My god," Amy whispered, surprised Drew could do such a thing. "I swear, when I see him, I'm going to kill him."

"Don't bother," Stacy replied, wiping the tears that had made their way down her cheeks. "He told me he's going to take a few months off from wrestling. It appears that he doesn't want to deal with me or even see me."

"That asshole." Trish said, referring to Drew. "How long have you been pregnant?"

Stacy shrugged. "I don't know. Half a month, I think." She guessed.

"So what're you going to do?" Her red-haired friend asked.

Stacy shook her head. "I don't know," she replied clueless. "I need to tell my parents." She told the two divas.

Trish let out her breath. "They're going to be okay with it, right?" she asked.

"No, they're not." Stacy said, her voice getting more desperate by the second. "They'll disown me. What am I going to do, guys?"

"Well," Amy began, trying to think of something. "I've got it!" She exclaimed. "We need to find someone to play Stacy's husband.

"Yeah!" Trish chimed in. "You're going to tell your parents that you got married with our yet to be named guy in some Las Vegas chapel or something and that you got married on your honeymoon!"

Stacy looked at the two of them uncertainly. "I don't know, guys." She said, unsure of the suggestion. "I mean, is there any other option?"

"Umm..." Trish said, playing with her hands. "There is this one thing." She told the two of them.

Stacy and Amy both looked at her. "What is it?" they both asked at the same time.

Trish looked at the two of them, her eyes dead serious. "Get an abortion."

Well guys, that's the end of chapter one. Don't forget to review!!! Tell me what you think!!!