Chapter 8 – I'm here for you
"YOU WHAT?!" My mother yelled.
"I said...I'm going to have this baby!"
"How could you do this Liberty? You're going to ruin your life! I mean, think about your reputation!"
"What reputation? I'm already known as the snob! How worse could my reputation get?"
"You know what? You--"
My mother was interrupted by the sound of the front door opening.
"Hello? Anyone home?" I heard my dad call.
"We're in here dad!"
I looked at my mom and whispered, "Do you want to tell him, or should I?"
"It's not my life that's going to be ruined, it might as well be you."
My dad came into the room with a huge smile on his face, which quickly went away.
"What's wrong?" Dad asked.
"Dad I--"
I closed my mouth before I could tell him. I just didn't know how to say it.
"What Liberty?"
A tear slid down my cheek, and I still said nothing.
My mother looked over at me and glared.
"Your stupid daughter over here got herself pregnant!"
My father looked over at me with a shocked expression, "Is this true?"
I nodded.
"You know what else? She's decided, without discussing it with me, that she is going to keep it!"
I couldn't handle it anymore. I ran into my room and cried to myself. They just didn't understand what I was going through.
"Libby?" My dad knocked on the door.
I wiped away my tears, "Come in."
My dad came in and sat next to me on the bed.
"Your room has sure changed a lot since I left."
I smiled, "Well, you have been gone four about 6 years."
"I know that and as I've said before, I'm sorry. I want to make up for that."
I still hadn't looked up at him.
"Liberty, this may come as a big shock to you, but I love you. I always have. And I just want you to know," he lifted my face with his hand, "I will support you 100% with this baby, ok?"
I started crying again.
"You will?"
"Yes. I'm here for you. I love you too."
"I love you too."
For the first time in about 6 years I felt loved. I had a father. And that meant more to me the air.
"YOU WHAT?!" My mother yelled.
"I said...I'm going to have this baby!"
"How could you do this Liberty? You're going to ruin your life! I mean, think about your reputation!"
"What reputation? I'm already known as the snob! How worse could my reputation get?"
"You know what? You--"
My mother was interrupted by the sound of the front door opening.
"Hello? Anyone home?" I heard my dad call.
"We're in here dad!"
I looked at my mom and whispered, "Do you want to tell him, or should I?"
"It's not my life that's going to be ruined, it might as well be you."
My dad came into the room with a huge smile on his face, which quickly went away.
"What's wrong?" Dad asked.
"Dad I--"
I closed my mouth before I could tell him. I just didn't know how to say it.
"What Liberty?"
A tear slid down my cheek, and I still said nothing.
My mother looked over at me and glared.
"Your stupid daughter over here got herself pregnant!"
My father looked over at me with a shocked expression, "Is this true?"
I nodded.
"You know what else? She's decided, without discussing it with me, that she is going to keep it!"
I couldn't handle it anymore. I ran into my room and cried to myself. They just didn't understand what I was going through.
"Libby?" My dad knocked on the door.
I wiped away my tears, "Come in."
My dad came in and sat next to me on the bed.
"Your room has sure changed a lot since I left."
I smiled, "Well, you have been gone four about 6 years."
"I know that and as I've said before, I'm sorry. I want to make up for that."
I still hadn't looked up at him.
"Liberty, this may come as a big shock to you, but I love you. I always have. And I just want you to know," he lifted my face with his hand, "I will support you 100% with this baby, ok?"
I started crying again.
"You will?"
"Yes. I'm here for you. I love you too."
"I love you too."
For the first time in about 6 years I felt loved. I had a father. And that meant more to me the air.
