Hey guys! Thanks for the reviews. To answer one of your questions, Carly asked Sam who the father was more out of shock than anything. But, there was a little wondering, we all know Sam is a bit of a wild card. ;) Okay, here's chapter 2:

"Sam," Carly said, "you have to tell him."

"Who?" I asked, my mind wasn't on the question.

"Freddie! If he's the father than he needs to know!"

"What do you mean 'if'" I demanded. Carly turned an intense shade of rouge.

"If was just a word used to make the s-sentence flow i-in t-the situation! I didn't mean anything by it!" she stuttered.

"It's okay…" I shrugged it off, "but why do I have to tell Freddie?" Carly looked at me like I was an idiot.

"I think he's going to notice." I pouted.

"Carly, I can't tell him." I really couldn't.

"Sam, you have to" she said.

"No chance in hell," I responded, point blank.

"Then I'm going to."

"No, you're not" I said.

"If you're not then I'm going to" Carly said. Why was she being so difficult?

"Carly, if anyone tells him it has to be me. But I may not. I might get an abortion." Carly's mouth formed a tiny 'O'. Her eyes become dinner plates. "Sam!" Carly protested, "You can't get an abortion! That's murder! Its-it's terrible! Its man slaughter!"

"Carly I was raised without morals, if you don't say anything I won't be able to go through with it!"

"You can't!" she screeched. The words pierced my heart. I hated seeing Carly in so much pain. But why was she in pain? I was the one who, according to Carly, was about to commit murder. "I'm sorry, but this isn't your decision." I said, and walked out of the room. Before I shut the door, I took one last look at Carly, she shook her head. I bit my lip and left.

***

Even thought I had only found out I was pregnant that day, I had to deal with the baby immediately. I wasn't a very organized person; I hadn't realized I had missed my period until I overheard some girls at school complaining about PMS. I didn't even know how many periods I had missed. I wanted to say only one, but I had an inkling it was more like two or three.

I had no idea where to go, though. I called information and asked for abortion clinics. They gave me directions to one across town. It was run for teens. Teens without money.

I hopped on a bus and rode across town. On the way I thought of what a whirlwind today has been. I find out I'm pregnant, I have a meltdown with Carly, and down I am riding to go get an abortion. The day was moving so quickly, but in slow motion at the same time. There are no words for that. I felt like I hovering above myself, watching. It was kind of an out of body experience.

I got off the bus and walked to the clinic. It was only three blocks from the bus stop. I paused to take a look at the tiny, dirty, white building. I pulled open the big glass doors and went inside.

It smelled like cleaning fluid. A girl sitting behind the desk was chewing a pink wad up gum. "Name?" she asked when I walked up. She blew a pink bubble. It burst. "Uh, Melony Harthorn." She rolled her eyes at my made up name, I guess she must hear a lot of stupid names. "Uh-huh. The doctor will be with you shortly."

I sat down in the gross maroon chairs. The office had a color scheme of moldy green and gross maroon. I tapped my food while waiting for the doctor. I heard a shriek from one of the rooms. I took a quick breath, would that be me? What do they do to the baby? How to they… kill it? I thought.

A woman, maybe 20, walked out of one of the practice rooms. She was lifting up her shirt and starting at four big band-aids on her stomach. I gulped. Shots, that's how they got rid of the baby.

"Melony Harthorn?" a nurse called. I stood up and walked towards her. She led me down a long hallway, towards a tiny room. "The doctor will be back shortly." She told me.

I look around the room. It was an off white color – a dirty white almost. It smelled like they used cheap cleaning products, and they probably did. I lay down on the cot and closed my eyes. I felt sick to my stomach. Carly's words kept coming back to me. "Its murder!" she had said. Was it murder? It couldn't be. Women had abortions all the time. I was starting to feel really sick. I clutched my stomach. I ran over to the sink and got myself a glass of water. I could barley choke it down. I heard the door open but I couldn't react, I knew what was about to happen. My body convulsed and I bent in two, everything that was in my stomach came up, all over the floor. The doctor's mouth opened slightly, but he was no completely shocked. I made eye contact with him and Carly's piercing words flooded my head "You can't!" this man was sick, he was a killer.

I pushed past the doctor and ran.

***

I ran as hard as I could. Guilt swept over me, it told me I was monstrous for trying to take another's life, monstrous for even considering it.

I ran seven blocks before stopped and clutched my side. Seven blocks? I used to be able to do 12 without breaking a sweat. This was terrible. I stood and breathed. Carly was right, I couldn't get an abortion. The guilt of even considering it was eating me alive. I hopped a cab and rode back to Carly apartment. I took the elevator back up to her apartment. Before I opened her door I looked at Freddie's. I would have to tell him. I had a moment of bravery, and decided to tell him right then. I knocked on the door. I prayed he was home, if I couldn't tell him now I never would. His mother answered the door.

"Hello, Samantha" she said coolly. I realized I would have to tell her eventually to. She would absolutely murder me. "Freddie home?" I asked.

"Is Freddie home," she corrected my grammar, "and yes. I will get him." she was reluctant to do so. "Would you like to come in?"

"No thanks" I said. I didn't want her to be around when I let the bomb drop. Before I knew it Freddie was opening the door and standing in front of me. "Sam" he said. He pulled me into a hug and started to kiss me. I pulled away; this was the type of thing that leads us to do the other thing that got us into this situation. He knew something was wrong, I never pulled away. "What's wrong?" he asked, "you don't look very good."

"Follow me," I said. We walked down the hallway. I didn't know if his mother would be looking out the peep hole, this was just a precaution. "Sam," he demanded once we were far enough, "what's wrong?"

I took a shuttered breath. "I'm pregnant, Freddie."

He stuttered. "W-what n-no that's not p-possible. It's just – no you can't be- its – just- NO!" he burst. He paused, "I get it," he laughed, with a mad glint in his eye, "this is a joke right?" but I didn't have to answer. He knew from my expression this was no joke. He took a breath, and got very calm. Unnaturally calm. "What are we going to do?" I choked back the tear.

"I don't know," I whispered. It was barely audible. He pulled me into a tight bear hug. This time I didn't resist, I felt safe in his arms.