The Beginning

In the beginning their relationship was at it's climax. They started off deeply in love, but that's not always a good thing. Things start moving rather quickly, to quickly. That's when things go down hill... Frankie has no idea what to do with the baby either, maybe abortion would solve all of her problems, or will it?

Started [12-29-13]


2. Chapter One

 Date: 11-15-13

 I bend over the toilet throwing up my lunch. I grip my stomach as I lean on the bathroom stall. "What's happening to me? I groan. It must be the flu I think to my self. I slowly stand up and flush the toilet I walk out of the stall and I wash my hands looking at my appearance in the mirror. My black eyeliner is smeared and my eyes are tired. I walk out off the stuffy bathroom and down the empty hallway. I shuffle to the nurses office and I sit on the blue nursing bed. I adjust my black leggings and burgundy sweater. I pull my long soft brunette curls in to a pony tail as I look around the room with my bright green eyes.

"Hi sweetie" Nurse Terrie says gently. "Whats wrong?"

"I think I'm sick" I mumble.

"Let me see" she says picking up a wooden stick and placing her cold hand on my lightly freckled cheek. "Say Ahhh"

"Ahhh" I say sticking my tongue out.

"Yep, looks like a common cold nothing too serious." I nod rubbing my tan hands trying to keep them warm. I put my brown combat boot on the bed and I tie my shoe lace that always annoyingly comes undone. "You can stay here for the rest of the day or you can go home."

"I'll just lie down here for a little while" I close my eyes and I soon wake with muscular arms around me. Doug. I open my eyes and I wrap my arms around his neck. "Hey" I say playing with his light brown hair. He smiles at me showing me his dimples. I close my eyes sniffing in his cologne that was sitting on his navy sweater.




"Frankie? You're home"  someone whispers. I open my eyes to find me laying on the couch with a blanket on my body with Doug holding a bowl of chicken noodle soup for me.

"Thanks" I say my sore throat getting better I sit up taking the bowl from him eating the delicious soup. "So, whats it this time Progresso? Campbell?" 

"Hey I can cook Maybe I made it" he says holding his hands up

I laugh "Barley"

"I'll just take the soup bac-"

"NO, my soup" I pet my soup bowl "My precious" I say in my best Gollum voice.

"Remind me why I asked you out" he says hovering over the couch.

"Because you love me" I sing. I crinkle my nose when he gives me a kiss on the forehead. "I'm sick!"

"You're sure your sick?" his eyes narrow at me raising a brow.

"YES!" I exclaim. "Sick of you"

He pouts his kissable lips as I smack him on the chest.

"Hey I still have the right to take your soup"

I narrow my eyes at him "You wouldn't"

"I know where you live" he puts his hands up "Just saying"

"l know your mom" I say smirking "Just saying."

He narrows his eyes jokingly as he jumps over the back of the blue couch to sit with me. He puts his am around me as I cuddle up next to him I rest my head on his shoulder as I turn the TV to the Ellen Show.

"I love Ellen! Hint hint wink wink, birthdays next week" I say nudging Doug. He rolls his eyes shaking his head.

We sit and watch The Ellen Show for quite some time. By the end of the show I'm squeezed beside Doug.

"You do know my parents will be here soon, right?" I ask.

"I don't care," He replies.

"Darn. It doesn't scare you anymore does it?" I ask a little upset.

"Well I mean they have no reason to hate me," He says as he rolls his eyes.

"Their just overly protective. I don't really mind being grounded anyway. It's not like I never break the rules," I laugh.

"True," He laughs as he leans down to kiss my cheek.

"I already told you I-"

"Why the hell is he here!" My mom screams as she walks in front of us.

"We were just watching-"

"No. You need to leave. Your ruining her life. Now leave," My father says as he walks over to stand by my annoying mom.

"So harsh," I say as I roll my eyes.

"Just leave," my mother demands.

Doug gets up without another word, looks at me, and then back at my parents before he opens the front door and leaves. I roll my eyes at my parents. They're so rude.

"Your grounded again, now go up to your room," my mom says.

"And no buts," my dad comments.

"Whatever," I say as I stand up and walk up the creaky stairs to my room.

I. Hate. My. Parents.

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