Stuck Between Two Daddy's.

Hi. My name is Rylee. I'm not one of those pagent queens, or cheerleaders. I'm not popular, or cute and funny. I'm a loner. I drink, do drugs, have sex, do everything. My therapist says it's to cope with the death of my mother. Does she not know that my mum died when I was 2? I don't remember her. Anyway. I'm not here to tell you my sob story life about how I live with a single dad with 2 younger sisters because their mum left us out of the blue. Oops. Told too much. I forgot to mention one thing about me. I have a boyfriend. His name is Niall Horan. He's a part of the band One Direction. I'm sure you all have heard of them. I'm kind of pregnant. But not with his child. But of another member of the band's... I haven't told either one of them yet. Not sure when I should though. Or if I should even have this baby at all... Abortion sounds better everyday.


2. Can We Just Get This Overwith?


  I pull up into the Plan Pregnancy Center in my 1969 SS Camaro, a gift from my daddy. I feel very awkward, because well, aren't you supposed to be with somebody when you go to a place like this? I walk in slowly. I can feel the stares from people. "Oh, look at that slut. She's knocked up." I can practically read their minds.

  I walk into the building and there's a receptionist tapping away on her cell phone. She looks up to see me and paints this bigass, fake smile across her face. "Welcome to Plan Pregnancy Center!" she says. "Do you have an appointment?" I walk up closer to the desk.

  I say "Uh, yeah. My name is Rylee DeNoyer."  She starts typing my name into the computer system, then looks back up at me.

  "Ah, yes! Ms. DeNoyer. The doctor is running a bit late. So just take a seat in the waiting room and read some of the pamphlets or magazines."

   I turn back around on my heel and look at the waiting room that I did not notice when I walked in. There's 3 girls in here. All alone. 2 of them are showably pregnant, and the other one has a baby in her arms. She looks kinda stressed out. I walk over to the far side of the room away from everybody and pick up the first pamphlet I see. " SAFE SEX, AND HOW TO DO IT" shit. I picked up this one, really? Oh well. Might as well get a few pointers while I'm at it...

   I begin to flip through all of the obvious pages, condoms, birth control, pulling out, not having sex to begin with. Then I hear a familiar voice. " No, I'm just here for my mother. Her name is Karen Payne." I quickly look up from the pamphlet and immediately put my face back into it. I cannot believe Liam is here. If he sees me, I'm dead. I'll go drive my car off a cliff to save the boys, my father and my dead mother the trouble. I guess he saw me while I didn't have the pamphlet on my face though, because he walks and sit right smack beside me.

   " Hi." is all he says.  I slowly turned my head to look at him. "

   "Hi." I say back. Actually, that's all my mouth can configure out.

   " Why are you here? Or do I even want to know?" he says, quietly so he doesn't wake up the baby in the mother's arms.

   " Birth control." is the first thing that spit out of my mouth. I guess I said it too quickly. I knew he wouldn't buy it. He's the closest one to me in the group, other than Niall of course.

   " Right. Birth control. Because you can't get that at your doctor's office. You have to be here. In the Plan Pregnancy Center. Why don't you just spill it, Ry. Save yourself the trouble and lies. " God damn, he is so good at persuasion.

   " Okay okay. I will tell you. But not here and definitely not now. How about at lunch, tomorrow? I will spill it all. You might wanna bring a mop to clean all that I'm spilling, up." I can't believe I agreed to this. 

    " Thank you. Does Niall know you're here?" He says with hesitant.

    "NO! And please, if you love me, you won't tell him either." I say a little loud. The receptionist and all 3 girls looked at me. I mouthed "Sorry" at all of them to make up for it. Yeah right. 

    " Okay, I won't tell anybody. Hey, I gotta go on back to see my mom. I'll text you about lunch tomorrow." Liam says, while getting up.

    " Okay." I sigh. And he walks into the 2 large doors that I soon will also be walking into. After a half hour of sitting and looking at pamphlets, only 2 of the mothers have actually gone in. So, now it's just me, the young mother, and her baby. All of a sudden I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket.

     It's from Niall. " hey baby, where r u? xx"

     " hey babe, im at a dr. appointment. i 4got to tell u, wanna c a movie l8r? xx :)"

    " y r u at the dr.? and sure babe, just tell me what time and what movie and ill pick u up darlin. xx"

    "just for a reg checkup. ok babe the doctor wants me now. i'll look at the cinema times and call u in a couple hours. ok, i love you babe xx :) <3"

    " i love you too sweetheart xx" And that was the end of that conversation.

    The doctor didn't call me in yet. She called the baby and her mother, but not me. I just didn't want to lie to Niall anymore. I'm gonna text Jamie.

    " hey Jam. xx"

    " hey Ry. wut r u doin? xx"

    " sitting at plan pregnancy. what r u doin hot stuff? ;) xx"

    " plan pregnancy? omg what did u and niall do??? give me some details babe! xx :3"

    "ill ring u later, promise. too long to text and just not enough time in the day. i gotta go on back to the doc now. be expecting a call within the next hour. xx"

   " ill be waiting. xx"

   Then the doctor actually did come out, calling my name. I walked into the 2 doors Liam went in. Everything is so... white here. White walls, white tiles, white coats, white everything. I was set into a room with a bunch of baby pictures. All I can think to myself is "What did I get myself into?"

   A lady comes in, mid 30's at least. Very pretty. Harry would like her, She asks me what I'm in here for.

   " Uhm, I took a home pregnancy test. It came out positive, I just want to be sure..." She nods her head and writes in her notepad.

   " I'm going to have to draw some blood. It's not a urine test. Is that alright?"

  " Oh, yeah that's fine." I am not afraid of needles. I got my both ears pierced, 4 times, a nose ring, my monroe pierced, and my belly button pierced. I live with needles.

   The lady walks out, I'm guessing to get all of the supples. She comes back in about 5 minutes later with a whole trolley of trays and needles and alcohol pads. She sees me staring at the trolley.

   "O h, honey, is there a problem? It looks scary but it's really not. I'm just going to wipe off a little part of your arm with the alcohol pad, draw the blood with the needle, and you'll be done! You could even get a bandaid if you wanted." She says with a smile.

   I laugh alittle at the last part. " No no, everything's fine. Let's just get this over with."

   She laughs at my eagerness. " Somebody in a hurry? You're going to have to fill out some paperwork for me before I stick you with anything."  

   She hands me a couple of papers stating I won't sue Plan Pregnancy is anything goes on, blah blah blah. I just sign everything and I'm good. After she takes my paperwork and gives it back to the receptionist, it's time to actually draw the blood. She wipes down the vain in my left arm. The pad is so cold, I thought I'd freeze in just that one spot. She then takes the needle and pokes it in and I can see the blood going into the top of the shot needle. It reminds me of some scary movie. Then, it's done and overwith.

   " Would you like a bandaid?" she says with a smile.

  I smile, " No thank you. I better get going."

   I walk out of the entire building without looking at anybody. She didn't even tell me when the test results would be back in. I don't care really, I just need to call Jamie. I take out my phone and punch in his number. And then the phone starts to ring for what seems like ever. 

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