I know! I know! It's been forever! I just had this writer's block, and forgot where I needed to go and then didn't know how to get there. I've also had issues with work, family, school, ect. Well, ENJOY!!!

"You need to tell me some things?" she asked confusedly.

"About the father."

"About the father?" she repeated. "Okay, what do you want to tell me about him?"

"You might want to pull over or something," I said, there was no way I was going to tell what she needed to know while she was driving.

"Okay," she said pulling into a half-empty parking lot of a grocery store.

"I lied." I blurted out.

"You lied…? About the father, about Tim?" I nodded. "What did you lie about?"

"I-" I didn't want to say it, the more I said it, the more I felt like a slut.

"You, what? Were you protecting him? Did he make you do it? Did you say 'no'?"

"No, no, no, mom, I wasn't raped. I know this is hard for you to hear, and I know dad won't want to hear it either, but when you both found out and dad demanded to know who the father was, I panicked. I just blurted out the first name that popped into my head."

"So Tim's not the father of your baby?" she asked.

"Well, he might be."

"What do you mean 'might be'?" she said, I knew she was getting angry.

"I'm not 100 percent sure who the father is." She looked at me with such anger, and an expression that said, "how can you not know?"

"I didn't tell you, or anyone, because I didn't want them looking at me like you are now. Tim could be the father. And I really can't tell you anything about the other two guys that may be the father. I"

"Get out." She said sternly. I was taken back. She had been so supportive this entire time. And was this the straw that broke the camel's back? Maybe she could only handle so much, and that was it.

"What?" I asked.

"Get out." She repeated.

"But mom…"

"GET OUT!" she screamed. It was the first time she had really ever yelled at me. Even when she found out I was pregnant, she didn't yell out of anger, it was out of love. This was not love, this was pure anger. I didn't want to make her any angrier than she already was, so I got out without saying a word. She didn't say a word, she rolled down the window, and for a moment I think she was going to say something, but then changed her mind.

"See you at home?" I asked hopefully. Nothing. Not a nod, or even a hand wave, nothing. She didn't acknowledge one bit that I had spoken to her.

After a minute, she drove away, and then she stopped. I thought she was going to turn around, but she kept going. Luckily for me, I was just 4 months pregnant, so I was barely showing (it's late April). As Hilary told me, no one would be able to tell, unless they already knew. I got out my phone, and then realized I didn't know who could come to pick me up.

I scrolled through some of the names, Grandma Camden, maybe. Hilary: doesn't have her license yet. Sam and David: school. Ruthie: may still be working. The last person I knew I could count on, Tim: maybe.

I called Ruthie's number.

"Dr. Ruthie Brewer's Office, how may I help you?" a young woman answered.

"Uh, yes, this is Ruthie's niece, Savannah, is she available?"

"Let me go check," she said, and I was put on hold.

"This is Dr. Brewer," Ruthie said in a professional voice, the receptionist must've just told her it was me after she had answered. "Savannah? What's wrong?"

"Mom…" I said, then I burst into tears, "she… I told her… she left me…"

"Okay, Savannah, I need you to calm down. What did she say?"

"She just told me to get out of the car," I said in between breaths.

"Can you get someone to pick you up and take you home, or do you want me to come and get you?" she asked.

"I think I can get someone." I said, dreading whom I was going have to call.

"Okay, but I want you to call me and tell me whether or not you need me to come get you, okay? If you don't call me in ten minutes, I'll come and get you, okay?"

"Okay, I'm at the grocery store about two miles from your office."

"Okay, bye"

"Bye," I said closing my phone. I knew I was going to have to call him. As much as I didn't want to, I knew he was my best bet.

I opened my phone again, and scrolled to his name and pressed 'send.' The phone rang for what seemed like an eternity, and finally he picked up.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Tim… it's me, Savannah…" I said as if he didn't already know that.

"Hey Sav, I haven't seen you in awhile. I've been trying to talk to you at school, but you always seem to be avoiding me."

"I know, I'm really sorry about doing that, I'll explain everything to you later, I promise. But, are you doing anything right now?" I asked.

"Not really, just studying, doing homework, that kind of stuff. Why?"

"Well, is there any way you can come and pick me up?" I asked hopefully.

"Uh… yeah, sure. But why?"

"I'll explain it when you get here. I'm at the grocery store at Park and Daily. You know where it is?"

"Yeah, that's just a couple minutes from here. I'll see you in a few. Bye."

"Bye, thanks." I breathed a sigh of relief. I went back to Ruthie's number and called it.

"Dr. Brewer's office, how can I help you?"

"Yes, this Savannah, may I speak to Ruthie?"

"Just a moment."

I waited again, and listened to some of the most God-awful music. I didn't understand why someone would torture the people that were they're clients.

"Savannah? Do you need me to come get you?"

"No…" I could barely muster a word before she started speaking again.

"I called your mom"

"What did she say?" I asked.

"Not much. She said that she just can't be around you. I told her not to do anything rash. I don't think she will. Did you tell her everything that you told me?"

"Not all, but what she really needed to know. I told her that Tim may not be the father."

"Well, if you need anything call me, okay sweetie?"

"Okay, well, Tim's here and he's going to give me a ride home." I said as I saw his car pull into the parking lot. Tim turned 16 just a few weeks ago. He told me that he was held back when he was in kindergarten.

"Hey," he said as I opened the door.

"Hey…"

"So what happened?" he said diving straight into the conversation that I did not want to have.

"My mom… she went a little hay-wire…"

"About?" He was going to drag it out of me. I knew he heard some of the rumors at school. I know he heard me Hilary talking. There was no way that he didn't at least have a clue.

"Okay, you've heard the rumors that have been going on about me?" I said as he pulled out of the parking lot. He shrugged his shoulders as if he had no idea what I was talking about.

"Remember Justin's party? The one that was right before Valentines Day?"

He nodded his head.

"I thought we weren't going to talk about that." He said softly. "That's what we said, we weren't going to talk about it because we didn't want it to ruin our friendship."

"Yeah, I know that's what we said. But we need to talk about it now. The rumors about me being pregnant," I took a deep breath, he did too, "they're true."

"You're saying that…"

"Yes. I'm saying that. And you might be the one." He looked confused. "You might be the father. I'm pretty sure you are. And… I just… I had to tell you…"

"So you're saying that you're pregnant, and there's a chance that I'm the father…?" I nodded. "I think I need to pull over." He said coming slowly to a stop. "How long have you known?"

"Um… about the same time the rumors started… three… four weeks…"

"But it's the end of April, we… haven't since February… there's no way…"

"I've known for three or four weeks, I'm more pregnant than that." I offered. Apparently the boy didn't know math. "I'm 12 weeks."

"But… you said… that I might be the father… so there's a possibility that I'm not?" he said with what sounded like hope.

"Well… yes… but according to this website, you can put in your due date and it tells you everything, and even when conception most likely occurred." (BTW there really is a website to do that)

He put his forehead on the wheel, and took very deep breaths.

"I've wanted to tell you, I just didn't know how, and I didn't want to tell you if I wasn't almost positive that you were the father."

"You couldn't've just said, 'hey, remember when we did that thing we don't talk about, well guess what? I'm pregnant!'?" he said sarcastically.

"Listen, I just thought you should know. You don't have to be involved at all. I've already decided that I'm going to keep this baby. I understand if you're not ready." He stayed quiet and got back on the road.

"That's why your mom freaked out." He said louder than I think he intended to.

"What?"

"Well, you said she freaked out. You just gave them a name, didn't you?" how could he know this, I didn't tell anyone besides Hilary, and I knew she wouldn't talk about this with anyone, especially him. "Your father demanded to know, and your mother begged you to tell them who it was. That's what happened whenever they found out." I couldn't believe that he knew all this, I couldn't even figure out how he would even get this information.

"How did yo"

"And then, today, for whatever reason," he continued as if I didn't interrupt him. "You decided to tell her the truth. And what's worse then finding out that your fifteen-year-old is pregnant? But that she can't even tell you who the father is because she's been sleeping around."

I nearly lost it right there in the car. "Let me out." I said.

"Wait, Sav," he said slowing down, as I got out of the car. "I didn'tlisten to me!" his voice raised as I walked down the street. The tears came immediately. I didn't know where I was, and I didn't want to be around him, for a moment I actually thought he had left me alone. But after a few minutes I noticed he was walking right behind me. "Sav, please, that came out all wrongplease, just hear me out."

"Why should I listen to you?" I said wiping my face, "You basically just called me a whore, and you want me to stand here and console you, while you think about deciding whether or not you're going to be involved in your child's life? N-"

Before I could finish my sentence he pulled me into a kiss. I couldn't think. My mind was going wild. We couldn't be doing this. He shouldn't be kissing me. When he pulled away from me, I couldn't speak. I stood there like a mannequin, and he turned back towards his car.

"What was that?!" I yelled at him.

"What?"

"First you can't be around me, and then you pull this, movie kiss on me, you sweep me off my feet and I'm supposed to come crawling back to you?"

He stood there, next to his car. Silent.

"You can't do this to me. I can't be relying on this. I can't have you build up my hopes just so that they can be crushed."

"Okay…I'm sorry, it was stup"

"Yes, it was. Right now you have this romanticized look at the possibility of parenthood. You can't just be with me all the sudden because we're having a baby together. You can't date me, or marry me just because you think it's the right thing to do. I've seen it happen to too many other girls, the couple gets married cause they think it's a good idea, sometimes, they hardly know each other. No, I'm not doing that to my baby."

"Our," he corrected me, "it's our baby."

"Until you know you can be a father, even if it isn't yours, and still love the two of us, then it will be our baby, our child. You, you can walk away, and never think about us again. But for the rest of my life, I'll be a mother, no matter what happens."

We both stood there, neither of us saying a word. He didn't move, didn't jester, nothing. I still had enough time to get home before it got dark if I walked. I turned around and headed for my house. And after taking about 15 steps, I heard Tim's car start, and I started to cry again. I wasn't going to look back, no matter what. I wasn't going to give him the pleasure of knowing how much I really care for him.

His car pulled up next to me, "Sav, please, let me take you home,"

I stood there, silently.

"Please, I wouldn't forgive myself if something happened to you or the baby. Please, it's only a couple of minutes from here."

I caved. I got into the car. We didn't say a word to each other until he finally got to my house, and even then, all I could muster was a "thanks… bye."

He said something like, "I'll see you at school, or, I'll call you and we'll figure this out."

But the moment I turned around, I noticed something terribly wrong.