"I cannot believe that piece of filth got you pregnant!" My dad rants. This time I don't mind my dad calling him names.
"You young lady are grounded! Do you hear me?! GROUNDED" my mother shouts through the phone. I cringe. "Since we won't be home, due to a work trip, to help you with this....issue....I'm going to send grandma over to the house to keep an eye on you and help you" my mother sighs. "And don't you dare think about aborting this baby you hear?!"
"Yes mom" I say tiredly. "Love you" I hang up the phone and slump against the wall exhausted.
"Some day huh?" Carson says says coming in with bandages all over his knuckles and a suspension paper.
I look at the paper then at him..then at the paper then at him. He holds up his hand and counts down from five silently. When he gets to one Doug walks by the door with an ice pack over his eye. Doing his best to not make eye contact with either of us.
I gape at Carson "You hit him!"
I prefer clubbed, socked, beat the shit out of" he smirks. Looking victorious.
"Thank you" I say grabbing him in for a hug. I whisper in his ear once More. A single tear running down my already tear stained face. "Thank you".
I get out of my bed around 10:00 am after a restless night of sleep. Walk out of my bedroom that the color scheme reminds me of depressing things and into the small bathroom a few steps away from my door.
I grab my tooth brush and start to brush my teeth. Now that Doug and I are no longer a thing I don't really need to try that hard anymore. Other than the fact to make him jelious.
I sigh scraping hair into a messy bun. I put some black high wasted shots on with a Beatles T-Shirt. I put my silver studs in and put on a small amount of makeup.
I practice smiling in the mirror for when I run into Doug. To be honest, I'm not ready for this but my parents are forcing me to go to school.
I hear a horn sound and I grab my 27 pond backpack. ( it's a mericale I haven't fallen 2 twice yet.) I grab my thick math text book that can't fit in my backpack and walk down the stairs to catch my ride. I open the front door with my right hand balancing my jacket, lunch box and book in my left. Once I'm out the door I lock it and walk towards the car. Carson gets out of the drivers seat ready to help me.
"Let me help you with that" he takes the items from my arms and puts them in the back seat, I do the same with my backpack.
"Thanks" I say softly still heartbroken over what went down yesterday.
"Frankie" Carson says grabbing my shoulders making me look straight in his deep eyes."If you need anything and I mean anything I'm here for you" He pulls me in for a short friendly hug and pulls away and walks around his car and opens the left door and gets into the drivers seat. I hop into his car and we take off towards school.
I sit at a different lunch table, because honestly I don't want anyone talking to me. I want to be alone with my thoughts today. Carson has taken our friendship, if that's what it even was, to a different dimension. He's becoming less awkward, and he's not trying to pull me away. He's actually kind of helping in a way, but that is not doing much. No one can do much. I know my parents would throw me out of the house if I got rid of 'it'. They would say, it's your fault so it's your responsibility. I don't want it to my responsibility, and it's not my fault! It was partially Doug's, right? You have to have two people to make a child. I look at my untouched food tray, and then look down to my stomach. I shake my head, I can't let 'it' starve.
I grab the piece of chicken and bite slowly on it, letting the taste fill my taste buds, and 'its' to. I place one hand on my stomach. I wouldn't be eating anything if it wasn't for you.