Chapter 2:
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Paige knocks on Dylan's bedroom door. "Dylan, are you there?" she asked
Dylan called back a response. "Yeah, Paige, come on in."
"Dylan, can I tell you something?" Paige questioned cautiously.
"Paige, of course you can," he catches look Paige is giving him. "And yes, Paige, I can keep a secret."
"GOOD! Dylan," she starts to stumble on what and how to tell him "I...I...I...I..." Deciding that there's no other way, she starts to shout. MOM!! Come here please!!
"Paige, do you need some help? Let's see...Paige, girl's conference in the hall." Her mom hurredly tells her and they walk out into the hallway.
"I don't think I'm ready to tell Dylan yet...or anyone for that matter."
"Don't worry, Dylan will keep your secret. I can tell him if you don't think you can."
"It's not that, it's just that, well, isn't this kind of a private thing? I mean, I'll tell Ms. Suave, because it'll definitely mean something in the court case, but maybe I should let people figure it out for themselves." Paige replied.
Her mom obviously didn't like the idea, but gamely agreed. "Okay, Paige, but let's get the phone and call Dr. Mitchell. We've got to find an abortion clinic for you."
"No, mom." Paige outright refused. "I know that it'll be a constant reminder of Dean and what happened, but I can't kill a baby, that would live on my conscience forever. I'll probably put the baby up for adoption, but I could never abort a child." "Fine, I'll call, but I'd still like you to hear all of your options." She reaches for the phone and dials. "Hello, I need to speak with Dr. Mitchell, please... Yes, Dr. Mitchell, I need to make an appointment for my daughter Paige. I need it for as soon as possible. Today would be best." Listens to the other end of the conversation. "You have an appointment for 7:45 tonight? Oh, Dr. Mitchell, thank you." Hangs up phone and turns to Paige. "Paige, get your coat, you have a doctor's appointment in," she stops to look at her watch, "20 minutes. Get the keys and your permit, and you can drive."
Paige nervously starts to question her mother as she pulls the car out of the driveway. "Mom, what do we say to Dr. Mitchell? I mean, she's a nice lady and all, but how do I tell her I want to take a PREGNANCY test? I mean, I'm only just 15."
"Don't worry, honey. I'll do all the talking if you'd like." She tries to sound supportive, but Paige takes it as babying.
"Mom, I'll be fine, just tell me what to say now, so I'll know then, I'm not a baby," Paige replies snappily.
Her mom replies, insulted. "Look, just tell them you want to have a pregnancy test taken. You've taken 5 at home and they were all positive, but you know theirs are more accurate."
"And what if someone I KNOW is there? Like, what if Terri or Hazel or someone is there?"
"They know what happened. They'll find out eventually anyway, unless you have an abortion."
Paige knew her mother was trying to push an abortion on her, and it made her so mad. "Mom, I don't want to have an abortion, okay? We're here, Mom. Let's go check in."
"You check in, I'll park the car. Here's the money for your co-pay," she says finally as she hands Paige some bills.
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Paige knocks on Dylan's bedroom door. "Dylan, are you there?" she asked
Dylan called back a response. "Yeah, Paige, come on in."
"Dylan, can I tell you something?" Paige questioned cautiously.
"Paige, of course you can," he catches look Paige is giving him. "And yes, Paige, I can keep a secret."
"GOOD! Dylan," she starts to stumble on what and how to tell him "I...I...I...I..." Deciding that there's no other way, she starts to shout. MOM!! Come here please!!
"Paige, do you need some help? Let's see...Paige, girl's conference in the hall." Her mom hurredly tells her and they walk out into the hallway.
"I don't think I'm ready to tell Dylan yet...or anyone for that matter."
"Don't worry, Dylan will keep your secret. I can tell him if you don't think you can."
"It's not that, it's just that, well, isn't this kind of a private thing? I mean, I'll tell Ms. Suave, because it'll definitely mean something in the court case, but maybe I should let people figure it out for themselves." Paige replied.
Her mom obviously didn't like the idea, but gamely agreed. "Okay, Paige, but let's get the phone and call Dr. Mitchell. We've got to find an abortion clinic for you."
"No, mom." Paige outright refused. "I know that it'll be a constant reminder of Dean and what happened, but I can't kill a baby, that would live on my conscience forever. I'll probably put the baby up for adoption, but I could never abort a child." "Fine, I'll call, but I'd still like you to hear all of your options." She reaches for the phone and dials. "Hello, I need to speak with Dr. Mitchell, please... Yes, Dr. Mitchell, I need to make an appointment for my daughter Paige. I need it for as soon as possible. Today would be best." Listens to the other end of the conversation. "You have an appointment for 7:45 tonight? Oh, Dr. Mitchell, thank you." Hangs up phone and turns to Paige. "Paige, get your coat, you have a doctor's appointment in," she stops to look at her watch, "20 minutes. Get the keys and your permit, and you can drive."
Paige nervously starts to question her mother as she pulls the car out of the driveway. "Mom, what do we say to Dr. Mitchell? I mean, she's a nice lady and all, but how do I tell her I want to take a PREGNANCY test? I mean, I'm only just 15."
"Don't worry, honey. I'll do all the talking if you'd like." She tries to sound supportive, but Paige takes it as babying.
"Mom, I'll be fine, just tell me what to say now, so I'll know then, I'm not a baby," Paige replies snappily.
Her mom replies, insulted. "Look, just tell them you want to have a pregnancy test taken. You've taken 5 at home and they were all positive, but you know theirs are more accurate."
"And what if someone I KNOW is there? Like, what if Terri or Hazel or someone is there?"
"They know what happened. They'll find out eventually anyway, unless you have an abortion."
Paige knew her mother was trying to push an abortion on her, and it made her so mad. "Mom, I don't want to have an abortion, okay? We're here, Mom. Let's go check in."
"You check in, I'll park the car. Here's the money for your co-pay," she says finally as she hands Paige some bills.
