At first you were stunned. You couldn't believe what you had seen. Then came the tears. So many tears. You slumped over the toilet, crying uncontrollably. The first time you've ever had sex, and already pregnant. And at 16 too. It only made you more upset when you thought about how your father would think about what you did. He would very disappointed. He might have even disowned you for not following his Catholic ideals.

Your thoughts were interrupted as the contents of your stomach once again spilled out into the toilet, momentarily stopping your tears. After you could take a minute to breathe, you thought of the positives. If your mom was still here, she'd be happy for you. She would help you and support you all the way. And you also had a wonderful boyfriend who would be happy to have his own little sidekick. He would be happy, right?

After calming down, you walked to the sink and cleaned yourself up. You couldn't keep your hand off your stomach as you went into your room, laying down on your fluffy blue blanket.

Sighing, you picked up your phone for someone to call. But who should you call? Liz? She was your friendbut not the father… And talking to her might make you cry again, because she was right. Alfred is an option… But are you really ready to talk to him yet? It'd have to be sometime. And soon.

Before you could even choose you received a call from an unknown number. Putting on a straight face, you answered.

"Hello…?"

"Hello, this is Arthur Kirkland, reminding you to vote for me for senior class president this coming school year. I strive to make Gauken Hi-"

"Arthur, I'm going to be a junior next year. I can't vote for you."

He paused. "…Wait, who is this?"

"Victoria Mancham. You met me at Alfred's birthday party."

"Oh yes that's right, you're his girlfriend. You're still his girlfriend, right?"

Why does he care so much? The only conversation you two had was him scolding you for a little bit of cleavage. "Yes Arthur. How did you even get my number?"

"It was in the list of phone numbers I had copied from the school directory. I guess yours somehow got in here."

That's right, you put your cell number in there because you couldn't trust your grandpa to answer the home phone and tell you about it.

"Hey there's something I want to tell you…" Arthur spoke up.

"Look Arthur, I'm really not in the mood to talk…"

"Please. I promise I'll be quick, I think you need to hear this…"

"No, seriously. I have things to deal with right now. Goodbye." I ended the call and put my phone down on my bed.

I decided to call Alfred first. As the phone was ringing I realized that I'd have to tell my grandfather about the baby too. Oh joy.

"Sup?" Alfred finally responded, his mouth clearly full of something.

"Hey honey… Can you come over? I have something important to tell you…"

"Babe I'm kind hanging out with the guys right now…"

You frowned. He was always doing stuff like this when you needed him. "Seriously. It's crucial that you know this. Please…"

Someone in the background shouted: "Whipped!" Sounded like Gilbert's voice

"Hey shut up man!" Alfred responded back, then put the phone back to this ear. "Yeah no I can't. Maybe you could convince me~?"

I could tell as he was smirking as a chorus of "Oooo"s also came through. But I was finally putting my foot down. Being a daddy at 16 was not something to joke about.

"No Al. I need you to come over now and talk." You were almost at the brink of tears already, just trying to get him to come work things out with you. It's like he didn't even want to help you to decide how to support your baby.

"Jeez, okay. I'll come over after the boys and I go to Game Stop, okay?"

"Fine." You knew you wouldn't get anything more out of him. "I love you…"

"Yep. See ya." He hung up.

I can't even get him to say "I love you too"

After running through what having a baby will be like for hours, Alfred came to my door.

He slouched in the door frame carrying a bottle of Bud Light. "Make this quick, I've got a party to get to."

"Are you… Drinking…?"

"Yeah duh, why do you care?" he nonchalantly took a swig from his bottle.

I was so angry. Every minute he did something else, and it got worse. But it would all change soon. When you told him he would be the father of your child, he would hold you tight and everything would be alright…

You knocked the bottle out of this hand and onto the porch, where the glass shattered. Before you could see his reaction, you walked back into your house.

"Dude! What the fuck is your problem?!" Alfred followed in after you.

"My problem, Al, is you! You… You don't even care about me… You're always out… You never respect me…" you wrapped your arms around yourself trying to fight the tears.

"Uh, maybe it's because you're holed up in here being sick! I want to go out and just have a good time with my buddies before school starts! There's no reason I should be stuck here taking care of you!"

"Actually there is! You're the one who got me sick!"

"That doesn't making any fucking sense!"

The tears were coming now, covering your cheeks. You couldn't even stand to look at him anymore, so you cupped your face in your hands. "Don't you get it?! You got me pregnant Alfred! You're going to be the daddy of my baby…!"

Alfred stopped yelling, but he made no move to comfort you. He just stood there in shock. "Wait… what?"

"What don't you get about you're going to be a father?! On your birthday you got me pregnant! I thought you were using protection, but apparently…" You sniffled, rubbing your eyes and finally looking up at him.

His cheeks were red as he stood there looking everywhere but at you. He scratched the back of his head before he paused and said "… Have you considered aborting it…?"

"Are you fucking serious?! No! I'm not going to kill a living baby! Even if we're young, we need to work together to raise him or her because we brought them into this world!"

Even though you were going through a whirlwind of anger and sadness, Alfred wasn't upset at all. He just seemed a little bewildered.

"Um… Victoria… So you just said that I haven't been a good boyfriend to you right? Maybe we should just break up then…"

"W-What…? Alfred you can't do this! I'm only 16! You can't leave me to raise a baby all on my own…! You're going to leave this child fatherless!" You stepped toward him, looking for some physical comfort, but he just moved back towards the door.

"You're a cute girl, I'm sure you can find someone… Anyway I gotta go… Don't call me, okay?"

You didn't even bother to try to get him to stay as he ran down your lawn and into his friend's red sports car.

You screamed and slammed the door as they sped away, running back into your room. You couldn't control the rage anymore. Pillows were thrown on the floor, posters were ripped off the walls, and everything reminding you of Alfred was either broken or out the window. The heartbreak soon took over after that, and you laid on the floor, tightly hugging your stuffed dolphin.

Finding your phone laying next to you, you decided to send Elizaveta a quick text: "You were right. And Alfred's leaving me alone with it."

Right after it sent Liz's ringtone sounded from your phone, but you didn't bother to answer. You couldn't talk to anyone right now.

After your tears dried, you decided that you couldn't stay here. Though it was getting dark, you were going to take a walk and try to calm down. After slipping into a pair of skinny jeans, you stormed outside, your arms crossed.

You stomped down the sidewalk, glaring at the ground. A harsh rain soon began to pour down from the sky. Great. You hoped that Alfred and his idiot friends were getting rained on in their convertible.

The rain went on, just as you wandered deeper and deeper into downtown. As you walked by a café, you noticed your friend Mei and her boyfriend Kiku sitting at a table. Mei was laughing from the latte foam on Kiku's face, and though he was blushing, he was being a good sport.

Why couldn't you and Alfred have been like them? Always so happy together. Everyone thought they were cute. You get Kiku would stay around if he impregnated Mei. But those two would never have sex in a million years.

What were you saying? Mei was your friend and Kiku had always been kind to you. With a sigh, you kept walking on before they could notice you.

Somehow after half an hour you had managed to get lost. Though you live downtown, apparently there were parts you had never been to. There was nobody around, and you couldn't find a bus stop anywhere.

Completely soaked, you decided to give up for the night. You sat on the sidewalk, and pulled your knees up to your chest. The hood of your hoodie was over your head, but it wasn't helping much. There was nothing left to but to cry out the few tears still left in you.

How would you ever finish school? You'd never get to go to college and get to be a marine veterinarian like you've always wanted. You wouldn't get to see your friends much anymore. Once they all left to pursue their own dreams, you'd be stuck living off welfare for the rest of your life.

Suddenly you felt the rain stop. You could still hear it, but you couldn't feel it. You slowly lifted your head to see a red umbrella being held over you, as well as a gloved hand being extended to you.

You placed your hand in the stranger's and stood up to see who this person was.

"Arthur…?"

Sorry I haven't been writing lately guys, I have been inspired once more and hope to update and redo some more fan fictions. But please feel free to give me feedback and suggestions for Victoria's baby! Boy or girl? Twins? And just for the record, I love Alfred F. Jones and I don't see him like this at all. But the story needed a bad guy.

~Story dedicated to my friend, who is a little upset right now and I hope reading this will make her feel better, even though this is sad chapter~