Shane sat at home wondering where he had gone wrong in his life. He lost the girl he was in love with. His father was pissed at him.
No matter what he did, he couldn't seem to get it right.
He picked up the bottle again and looked at it with disgust before he took a swig. So he had finally reduced himself to this.
Drinking to get that buzz. To make anything feel good. He sighed and threw the bottle across the room wincing when it hit the wall and
shattered. It sounded so much like his heart at the moment.
Back at Crystal's house
Sara, Amy, And Trish were sitting in Crystal's living room. She had called them over to talk, but she had yet to say anything. Amy watched
her as she walked across the room wih a pitcher of sweet tea and a plate of vegetable. She could sense that something was different about her.
What she didn't know, but she was going to find out.
"So spill the beans girl. What's going on?" Amy said cutting right to the chase.
Crystal just shrugged. "Can't I call my friends to hang out with them?"
"Somethings up Chris. Start spilling, cause we can see that you've been crying." Trish said.
"Well since you're all sitting down...."
"Come on girl nothing can shock this group." Sara said not realizing the bomb that was about to be dropped.
Crystal walked over to the couch and just sat there for a couple of minutes.
"I'm pregnant." She finally said.
Amy spit out the sweet tea she had been drinking and Trish nearly choked on the carrot she was chewing on, while Sara's jaw dropped in shock.
There was a silence in the room for a moment while everyone let it sink in.
"So who's the father?" Amy said scolding herself for saying something that insensative.
Crystal's eyes started to tear up. She knew that her friends would be disappointed. She had always been the strong on. Oh well.
"Shane."
"Shane....which one sweetie there are four you know." Trish said.
"McMahon."
"Are you sure? Cause there are a couple of look alikes...."
"Yes I'm sure that my BOSS is the one I slept with. The one who got me pregnant, and the one who made me choose."
"Made you choose? Choose what?"
"He's so in love with his goddamn job that he left me with no other choice but to move on."
"Are you gonna keep the baby?"
"Yes. I am."
No matter what he did, he couldn't seem to get it right.
He picked up the bottle again and looked at it with disgust before he took a swig. So he had finally reduced himself to this.
Drinking to get that buzz. To make anything feel good. He sighed and threw the bottle across the room wincing when it hit the wall and
shattered. It sounded so much like his heart at the moment.
Back at Crystal's house
Sara, Amy, And Trish were sitting in Crystal's living room. She had called them over to talk, but she had yet to say anything. Amy watched
her as she walked across the room wih a pitcher of sweet tea and a plate of vegetable. She could sense that something was different about her.
What she didn't know, but she was going to find out.
"So spill the beans girl. What's going on?" Amy said cutting right to the chase.
Crystal just shrugged. "Can't I call my friends to hang out with them?"
"Somethings up Chris. Start spilling, cause we can see that you've been crying." Trish said.
"Well since you're all sitting down...."
"Come on girl nothing can shock this group." Sara said not realizing the bomb that was about to be dropped.
Crystal walked over to the couch and just sat there for a couple of minutes.
"I'm pregnant." She finally said.
Amy spit out the sweet tea she had been drinking and Trish nearly choked on the carrot she was chewing on, while Sara's jaw dropped in shock.
There was a silence in the room for a moment while everyone let it sink in.
"So who's the father?" Amy said scolding herself for saying something that insensative.
Crystal's eyes started to tear up. She knew that her friends would be disappointed. She had always been the strong on. Oh well.
"Shane."
"Shane....which one sweetie there are four you know." Trish said.
"McMahon."
"Are you sure? Cause there are a couple of look alikes...."
"Yes I'm sure that my BOSS is the one I slept with. The one who got me pregnant, and the one who made me choose."
"Made you choose? Choose what?"
"He's so in love with his goddamn job that he left me with no other choice but to move on."
"Are you gonna keep the baby?"
"Yes. I am."