I was in my locked, closed, white bathroom that night at 9 after an all-day ballet rehearsal for our upcoming performance of the nutcracker. I was holding a pregnancy stick in my hand. It had been 3 minutes. After 2 more a pink + sign appeared. This meant I was pregnant. I knew I would be but I didn't want to believe it. I was only 15.
"Oh god," I whispered.
Someone knocked on the bathroom door.
"Margo?" Vanessa asked.
"Are you ok in there?"
Vanessa was extremely perceptive and knew when something was wrong
"Vanessa, I I'm pregnant."
"What?"
"I'm pregnant."
"Margo, you're 15. How…why?"
"I'll tell you. In my room."
"Ok."
I put the stick in the drawer under the sink. I figured it would be safer there then in the trash. I then walked from the bathroom into my room. The front door of my room was closed. Vanessa was also in my room with 2 cups of tea and a teapot sitting on a table. She was sitting on the floor. I knew she had locked the bedroom door.
"Now sit down and tell me what's happened," she said.
I sat down on the floor across from her and sipped some tea.
"Well, as you now know, I'm pregnant."
Vanessa nodded.
"It wasn't…it wasn't someone I know."
"So you were?"
"Yes, under the influence of alcohol."
"Oh god."
I launched into the whole story of what had happened.
"Does anyone else know?"
"No, you're the first."
"Ok. I won't tell anyone."
"Ok. But I knew it would happen, me being pregnant like this. It happened in September actually. He…um,"
Vanessa nodded.
"So that's why you didn't answer your phone," she said, piecing things together.
I nodded.
"Yeah. That's why."