Katy's POV
Anthony drove us to his place after his graduation. I'm a little over three months pregnant. I still haven't told my parents.
I sat down on the couch.
"So how was New York?" I asked him.
He was gone for a week in New York for some reason. It gave me a chance to breathe and hang out with Bobby Jo before she left back to LA, to film that movie, this last Sunday.
"I got the job," he said. "It starts on May 29th."
"You went for a job interview?" I asked.
"Yeah, I told you about it," he said irritated. No, he didn't.
"I must have forgotten," I said. "So what job is it for?"
"For some desk job," he said. "It pays a lot."
"Cool," I said. Then, something came to my mind. This could be my way out, I thought. "So are you moving there then?"
"Yeah," he said. "We're moving there in a week." I was wrong.
"Excuse me?!" I asked him. I stood up. "I'm not moving across the country!"
"It's not across the country," he told me surprisingly calmly.
"Still," I said. "I'm not leaving my family, and I still have to finish high school."
"You don't need to finish high school," he said. "And you're not telling me 'no'."
"Yes, I am," I said. "I'm done with your control Anthony, and I'm done with you."
I headed for the door, which was a mistake. He grabbed my hair and pulled me back.
"Ahh!" I screamed in pain.
I could feel his hot breath on my cheek.
"You care about your parents don't you?" He asked in chilling way. I could only nod. "If you don't want them to get hurt, then you better stop telling me 'no'. You're moving to New York with me whether you want to or not." I started shaking. He dropped me on the floor. I looked at him.
"I-I'm sorry for saying no," I said.
"Just don't anymore," he said. "We'll start our new life soon, as a… family." He looked at the bump. He walked away. I stayed on the floor, too scared to get up.
[A few days later]
I sat there with Anthony in my parents living room.
"What do you need to tell us?" My dad asked, staring Anthony down.
"I—We—" I started.
"I got a job offer in New York, and I'm taking it," Anthony said.
"Okay," mom said. "And what does that have to do with Katy Grace?"
"Mama," I said. I looked down. "I'm pregnant."
"What?" Mom asked.
"You got my little girl pregnant?!" My dad yelled at Anthony.
"It takes two to make a baby, sir," Anthony said, pretending to be polite.
Dad looked at me.
"I'm so disappointed in you, Katy Grace," my dad told me. That is the last thing a child want to hear from their parent.
"Daddy," I started. I wanted to tell them that he raped me, that I didn't want it, but I know if I did, Anthony would do something.
"What does you moving have to do with Katy?" Mama asked.
"I'm moving with him, mom," I said. "We're leaving on Saturday."
"The hell you are!" Dad said.
"It's what's best for the baby," Anthony said. He said what he thought they wanted to hear.
"You're sixteen," mom said. "What about school? We could help you raise this baby. You need to think this through."
"I'm moving," I said. "I'm sorry."
"Get out!" Dad yelled at me. "Pack your thing and get out!"
"Charles!" My mom raised her voice at him. He left the room, and he followed him.
Anthony put his hand on the small on my back.
"I'll help you pack," he said. I just nodded. We walked to my room and started packing. My mom came into my room.
"Can I have a minute?" She asked Anthony. He left the room and she shut the door.
"Hey," I said.
"Hey," she said back.
"He's really mad at me, isn't he?"
"He's upset," she said. "Do you really thing this is the best idea?"
I just continued packing. She sighed.
"Well, if you really are moving, then I think you may need these," she said, handing me a box. I opened it and it was baby clothes.
"My baby clothes?"
"Yeah," she said. "Have you gotten your first ultrasound yet?"
"Yeah," I said. Anthony had an ultrasound tech that owed him something do it.
"Are you on prenatal vitamins?" She asked.
"Yeah," I said. "Anthony bought them."
"Good," she said. She started for the door.
"Mom?" I asked.
"Yeah?"
"I love you."
"I love you too," she said.
Anthony drove us to his apartment.