A/N: Okay, well...I put the prologue out and got no reviews :( but I decided to put out the first chapter to see if it'll grab attention.

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Chapter 1:

Jo was bighting her nails nervously as the clock on her wall ticked. In about five minutes her alarm would go off and she'd have to face reality and decide what she wanted to do.

She had two choices. She could not tell her mom, get an abortion and just move on with her life. Or, she could tell her mother and face the consequences.

The consequence of being kicked out of the Roadhouse to fend for herself was a big possibility. The thought of leaving her home in a time like this made her shiver in fear.

Jo jumped as her alarm went off and the radio blared with some rap song that she knew would have woken her up is she had been sleeping. Sighing, she uncurled herself from her fetal position and stood.

It was time to make her decision.

Walking down the steps into the bar below, Jo felt her stomach turn fearfully.

What was she going to do? What would happen if she got an abortion? Or have the baby?

Shaking her head, Jo stepped into the soft glow of the large room. The morning sun was seeping into the windows, reminding her of the early mornings from when she was younger.

Smiling softly, she stared longingly into the sun. Ash would tease her by saying she'd end up dying from skin cancer from laying in the sun all the time.

Taking a deep breathe, she turned her head and saw her mother silently cleaning the bar. Her mom must have felt her staring because she looked at her and smiled.

Jo felt a tear escape her eye at seeing her mom so happy…and she was the one about to bring her world crashing down around her.

"Mom, I need to talk to you." Ellen looked at her curiously before putting down her wet washcloth and stepping out from behind the bar.

She looked pointedly at her daughter, telling her with a look to continue.

Wringing her hands, Jo struggled to figure out what she wanted to do. Tell her mom a lie, or risk having her mom being disappointed her, possibly even hating her.

Jo could feel her throat close up as her emotions over whelmed her. Struggling to breathe, Jo looked tearfully in to her mothers eyes.

"I'm pregnant."

Her news was barely distinguishable because it was a whisper that barely escaped her mouth.

Apparently her mom still heard it. Ellen's face turned into an emotionless mask as she studied her daughter.

Jo watched her mom, trying to gage her reaction to the news. After a long, uncomfortable silence, Jo decided that she should try and break it.

"I-I'm sorry Mom.-" She stopped to watch her mom walk away and go back to the counter.

As she started to scrub again, Jo noticed the amount of pressure she was using to clean the counter.

"Mom-" A loud thud sounded through the bar and Jo jumped slightly at the noise. Ellen had slammed her fist onto the counter and was now leaning over it with an angry expression on her face.

"What the hell were you thinking Joanna Beth?! How could you let this happen?"

Jo stood standing in the middle of the big room feeling like she was a child once again. And maybe she was for making such a stupid mistake.

Sighing, she looked up at her mother and tried not to cry at the look of disappointment that marred her face. She knew that she deserved it, but it was just something that she never wanted to see.

"Well?" Her mother's impatient question brought her out of her thoughts.

"I wasn't thinking and I'm sorry that I even let it happen in the first place."

Ellen sighed and ran a hand through her messy hair. Jo felt bad because it looked like her mother had aged about ten years in front of her eyes. The room once again fell into an uncomfortable silence as Jo made her way to the bar and sat in front of it on a stool.

"Who's the father?" Jo froze as those words left her mom's lips. This was the part she was dreading.

"T-the father?" Ellen looked at her oddly before repeating the question. Bowing her head, Jo couldn't look at her mother as she whispered the name of the father.

"It's Dean, Mom. Dean's the father." The silence that fell upon the room could have been cut with a knife. Jo could practically feel the fury coming off her mom and she stood up and backed away at the intensity of it.

"Does he know?" Jo looked at her in confusion before saying,

"About the baby? No."

"Okay Jo, I'm going to lay down your options for you. You either you get an abortion or you get out and don't come back." Jo stood slightly stunned for a moment before trying to talk to her mom.

"Mo-"

"You either get it done or leave now. I will not have his child running around here! It's your choice Jo. You do what you want to."

Stumbling towards the stairs, Jo ran as fast as she could out of the bar. Once she was in the safety of her room with the door closed, Jo finally let herself break down completely.

Loud racking sobs tore through her body as she lay down on her bed.

Every that could go wrong did. She was pregnant at the age of twenty-three. Now, that didn't sound as bad at being pregnant at the age of sixteen, but it still wasn't something she wanted.

She didn't really have any goals in life other than to hunt. That dream was pretty much out of her reach the moment she saw the little pink line.

Gradually the sobs died off and Jo was left lying there one her bed with the occasional snuffle. She now had another big decision to make.

Get and abortion or leave life as she knew it?

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