Janine Pov
Dear diary,
I've known for a week now. I haven't told my parents. I don't know what to do.
~rose
I read over the page in her diary and I wonder what she means, is she failing a class? No, she's probably pregnant! I've seen what she wears, and I've heard Tasha talk about her. Oh this is horrible! My own daughter, a whore. I don't know how to tell Abe, but I must. I know he'll be upset, he always had a fancy for her. I can't believe I gave birth to her. I hear the door open and that whore walks in. "mom? What are you doing in here? Is that my dairy?" she asked, spotting the book in my hands. I turned around and looked her dead in the eyes, I saw fear in them. She is weak. "When were you going to tell me, rose?" I asked raising my voice to signal Abe to come see what was wrong.
Rpov
Shit. She has the diary, but I didn't write what's wrong with me. I'll just go with whatever she assumes is wrong. I heard papa walk in behind me. "Why are we yelling, Janine?" he asked, I could tell he was tired. He came and put his hand on my shoulder. You could tell she was pissed. There was practically steam coming out of her ears. "Your daughter is pregnant!" she screamed. I felt as if I had been punched in the gut. Then I couldn't help but laugh. She thought I was pregnant? She really does belong in the Looney bin. I guess she heard me laughing, though because she immediately turned to me and started glaring, "something funny?" she spat at me.
I looked her straight in the eye before replying, "No, I just think it's hilarious that you think I'm pregnant. I mean mom, you've met me."
"Don't sass me you little whore!" she screamed. I had to take a step back. My papa caught me in a hug. "Janine! Let rose talk," he turned to me, "rose, is this true?"
I looked him right in the eye, "of course not, papa, I've never even had sex before!"
"Don't lie, you little whore!" she screamed.
"I believe in waiting until you find the love of your life not just some random guy at a club that I end up marrying because I got pregnant!" I screamed, having never been this angry before. She leaned forward and slapped me, "don't disrespect me! You pregnant whore!"
Before I could stop myself, I scream "I'm not pregnant! I have fucking cancer!" I cover my mouth but I was too late. I run out the down and am down the stairs before I hear my dad calling after me, but I can't turn around, I just can't. So now I'm running for the sake of running. I'm already out of breath, but that's just a side effect of dying. I go the first place in my mind. When I get to the mall I stop and sit to breathe. After I catch my breath, I walk to the little Russian boutique, after fiddling with a few things; I hear a deep voice behind me, "Roza?" shit. I was hoping he wasn't here. I turn to face the hot hunk in front of me and his eyes immediately filled with worry. He hugged me to him and whispered into my hair, "roza, why are you crying?" The simple question was enough to make me break out in hysterical sobs, but he waits until I'm calm before turning me to face him. He gently wipes my tears away, and waits for me to answer. "My life is over" I hiccup.
He chuckles and asks, "Aren't you being a bit dramatic?" I just glare at him. If he knew, if only he knew, but I can't tell him. Can I?
