chapter 19
"AMY!" yelled Shane the minute she walked in the door. It was the day after the party, 12 in the afternoon to be exact, and Amy had stepped outside to go jog. It may not have been the smartest decision for her, but she wanted to get in even better shape, in hopes that no one could tell she was getting bigger and bigger from her pregnancy. She was gone only a few minutes, but those few minutes were just too long.
"What?" asked Amy, slightly panting as she closed the door and laid down on the floor.
"What are you doing! Get up!" yelled Shane grabbing her arms roughly, interrupting her from her crunches, before throwing her on one of the beds.
"Shane, stop." said Matt, monotone, watching the scene unfold in front of him.
"Shane, what's your problem!" screamed Amy, subconsciously grabbing her stomach.
"THAT!" yelled Shane, pointing to Amy's stomach. "That is my problem! You're pregnant!"
"It's not my fault!" screamed Amy crying.
And in that one second Shane's tainted anger softened up as he walked to where Amy lay, crying, grabbing her in his arms. "It's not my fault Shane! He raped me!" she sobbed.
"Shhhhhhh. I know. I'm sorry baby. I'm so sorry." said Shane rocking her in his arms.
"I'm so scared. I'm almost two months along and I already know I am. The doctor told me a couple weeks ago. I'm so scared. I'm only 17! What am I supposed to do?"
"It's alright. We'll work through it okay?" asked Shane as Amy shook her head dumbly. "good." he said, giving her a kiss on the forehead. "Why don't you take a nap? Me and Matt decided we should go back early, so go to sleep. I'll pack your things and we'll leave later, okay?"
Once again Amy shook her head dumbly as Shane laid her down before leaving the room with Matt. "I can't fucking believe this." whispered Shane hoarsely. "What the hell are we supposed to do now!"
"What do you mean 'we'?" asked Matt. "She's the one pregnant. Not us."
"But she's our friend."
"What do you mean 'our'? She's your friend, not mine."
"What the hell is your problem?"
"Nothing, I'm just stating the facts."
"And you're acting like a total dick!"
"Oh, okay. So I'm a dick. What does that make you then? The friend that's never there?"
"What!"
"You heard me! You say you're her best friend, but who was there when she was getting raped! And who found out first that she was pregnant! Or who was the one that saved her last night from that jock while you were shitfaced! Oh, that's right, ME!" yelled Matt.
"How dare you." growled Shane. "How fucking dare you!" he yelled before punching Matt in the face, starting a brawl outside of their motel door.
"You guys. You guys!" yelled Amy from the parking lot.
In the middle of the fight, Amy walked over them with her bags in hand and went to the parking lot where Shane's car waited. Earlier that morning, Matt went to go check out the car. Turns out, it just needed water in the radiator.
Well, Amy threw her bags in the back where the guy's bags were, and now she was waiting on the two feuding boys.
honk honk
"Come on!" yelled Amy in the driver's seat as the two guys looked up. "Lets go."
And by command, both guys stood up, dusted themselves off, and gave each other a hug, before Matt went to the car, and Shane went to check out.
"Did you hear what was going on?" asked Matt, as he sat in the passenger seat, looking out his window, not daring to look at Amy.
"I wasn't born stupid. I know what you were fighting about. I didn't need to hear the conversation, but I did anyways."
"Oh."
"Okay gang. Where too?" asked Shane hoping into the backseat.
"HOME!" yelled Amy and Matt simultaneously.
"Party poopers." grumbled Shane. "Kidding, kidding, gosh." said Shane defensively as Amy sent him a glare through the rear view mirror.
"I thought so." she replied steely, before slamming on the gas pedal, peeling out of the parking lot in desperation of getting out of shitsville as soon as possible.
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