Samantha was riding in a back of a taxi car. She had just been on an extremely long trip. She was heading from New Your City to Kenosha, Wyoming. For the past thirty hours, Samantha has been on three trains, two busses, and a taxi.
"Samantha I think you're making a big mistake." A familiar voiced popped in Samantha's head.
A teenage Samantha was packing her bags. Her mother, obviously intoxicated, was trying to stop her.
"Mom. I can't stay here anymore." Samantha was wide-awake and clean.
"Honey you are seventeen years old. You're still a child. A child is not ready to go out in the world. You're not prepared to go into the world. Have you considered what you are going to do about school? You're going to drop out of your senior year. Aren't you going to graduate high school?" Samantha mom was mumbling complaints because she trying to stop her only daughter from leaving.
"Mom, even though it's my senior year, I have more than enough credits to allow myself to graduate. I have job waiting for me in Boston. And I am turning eighteen in eleven weeks." Samantha knew that her mother would not let her leave hastily. Nonetheless, every question her mother had, she had a noble answer.
"What job?" Her mother was shocked that she had a job.
"It's a secretary job at some small company." Samantha answered her question in a flash.
"Did you get it yourself?" Her mother emphasized.
"Not exactly." Samantha leaned her head down. Her mother had stumbled over a question that was reticent.
"Was it that boy who gave you that job?" Her mother hated the boys Samantha dated. Nevertheless, the boy that she was dating right now was falling in love with her.
"Mom give him some slack, he loves me." Samantha grabbed her bag and headed out the door.
"Samantha you aren't going anywhere." Her mother screamed.
"He cares about me. He loves me mom. He loves me enough that I would go across the country with him. I'm sad to say that you don't love me enough to keep me to stay." Samantha said.
"Samantha I do love you." Her mother argued.
"Well not enough." Samantha said cold and dark.
Samantha remembered that day as if it was yesterday. The day she left, Samantha never looked back. She visited her mother a couples after that but she never apologies for leaving. Yet, there she was, standing at her mother's front porch seeking for some answers.
Samantha knocked on the door hoping that she would find the answers in her mother.
An older version of Samantha opened the door. She didn't say anything at first. She was such in awe.
"Hi mom." Samantha said.
"Samantha." Samantha's mom hugged her zealously. She let go of her daughter, "Come in."
After her mother invited her in, she was rattling in the kitchen looking for some tea. She wanted warm beverages for her and her daughter to drink as they could talk.
"So you don't mind me staying here for a couple of nights. I don't want to be a bother." Samantha asked.
"My daughter, bother me, that wouldn't happen." Samantha's mom said joyfully. Cynthia was very young to be Samantha's mother. Her skin was nice and smooth. She had a great face structure that brought out her smile and she has silky blonde hair like her daughter.
"Thanks mom." Samantha said keenly.
"So honey," Cynthia started to boil some hot water, "Aren't you going to tell me why are you visiting?"
Samantha didn't want to blab out that she was pregnant. She wanted this to be a slow moving process. "I just miss you."
Cynthia did not believe it, "Sam it's been almost a four years since you last visited. It's been almost a year since called. And now you show out of the blue."
"I've just been a bit busy." Sam lied secretively. Sam had never gotten along with her mother. To be completely honest, for the past four years she's been hiding from her.
"Samantha," her mother whined as she sat down the tea.
"Well I…" The words were trying to spill out but her common sense told her not too. "I'm just tire mom. Can we finish this conversation tomorrow?"
"Sure honey." They both got up to hug each other.
"I'll just go…"
"In your old room." Cynthia said.
"Okay." Samantha picked up her small luggage and went upstairs.
When Samantha was lying in her old room, she remembered how much she missed it. She missed the scent of her old room; she forgot that she used to snuggle up in her grandmother's blanket. In the city, you could never see the stars outside, but in her old town, she could see how the stars accentuated the night' sky.
Samantha hated how she felt. She felt scared and confused. She has been feeling this way for past fifteen hours.
"Ms. Spade?" a professional voice was on the phone. It was her previous physician, Doctor Javenson.
"Yes." As she was sitting in the fast moving train, Samantha's heart was beating back and forth. This was it. This was the time for the truth.
"I have your results from the pregnancy test." Doctor Javenson said.
Samantha did not say anything. She was too unprepared.
"It showed up positive. You are five weeks in." The doctor stated.
Samantha's heart dropped! She could not believe it. For the past three weeks, she has been thoughtful that she might have been pregnant. Now that words were officially stated, she was in complete shock.
"Would you like to schedule another appointment?" The doctor asked.
Samantha did not say anything. She was still in denial about it. She did not know how react. Was she suppose to happy… angry… or scared?
"Miss?" The doctor wondered if she was on the line.
"Yes I would." Sam said brain dead.
