All American Girl: Number 3, UNEXPECTED PROBLEMS
'Lucy,' I panted 'please, come get me, David punched me and… Please just come.'
'I will! Sam? Sam? Where are you?'
'I'm here. Lucio's.'
'I'll be right there. Stay where you are.'
I didn't even bother to reply, I slammed my flip phone over and stood up, screaming and groaning. It was really hard to believe that one punch from a strong teenage boy, right in the guts really hurt. I pulled up my red Nike t-shirt, (I bought extra colors because David loved it so much…) and examined my stomach. It was no secret that one single punch, like this one, could kill or damage a fragile few week old baby. "What has he done to my baby?" I thought "OUR baby?" As I made my way down the big stair case my phone vibrated in my pocket. I noticed it was a text and hesitantly, I opened my phone to read the message. Just as I was about to select "open message" another ripple of vibration left the phone, followed by two more, and another, and another and another and another… Uncountable amounts of message alerts went off signaling message after message. I was getting freaked out, but thinking it was only David trying to scare me, or desperately apologizing for everything (I doubted…) I opened the phone and read the first message. "I'm going to get you. This was only the start. You better pretend like none of this happened tomorrow. If you don't you'll want to wish you're dead. It'll never be over between us baby. Sam, we'll always be together. You and me, not some dumb kid who'll only take money and want, want, want. You know I made the right decision. You know not to disagree with me. You know how to play it safe, how to do what's best." Checking the other messages I got chills down my spine. All of them said the same thing, "Don't you?" The messages hadn't stopped when Lucy arrived. When I went to bed, had a shower. They didn't stop 'til later the next morning. They stopped the second I stepped foot in the Whit House dining room. David had his hands on his phone, hiding it under the huge table. Looking up his eyes blazed an angry glare, burning my last once of confidence. Suddenly, when the 3rd course arrived and David looked smug with delight, all my confidence rushed back. I stood up, gently tapping the edge of my wine glass (filled with non-alcoholic wine) with my folk. Everyone looked a little shocked as I rose from my seat, but smiled, not caring, thinking I was thanking someone or making a minor point.
'Excuse me,' I said 'I have a very important announcement.' Rising from my seat, poisoned next to David, was difficult because of my stomach, and it was throbbing like crazy but I didn't care.
'Go ahead dear.' The First Lady said. "You don't know that I'm about to say your son's a father" I thought.
'Alright. I'm really sorry to say this, it was a total shock to me, and David. Please know, and think about what I'm feeling as well as yourselves. This is hard on everyone.'
'What is it, Sam?' My mother said, a little uneasy.
'Mom, dad, family, Mr President, First Lady…' I said, shakily
'Everyone, I'm pregnant.' The look on their faces said it all "She cheated on David! David cheated on her, too! It's over between them!" So, to clear their thoughts, I finished with:
'And David, well he's the father.'