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]

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3. Chapter Two

Date: 11-16-13         

        I wake up feeling sick to my stomach again. I make a run for the bathroom as I feel my stomach shuffle. I throw up my chicken noodle soup from the night before. So disgusting. I don't hear footsteps coming to my rescue, great. After I finish I flush the toilet, and rinse my mouth out with the sink faucet. I spit it out a few times before I feel like I can brush my teeth. I wipe my mouth with a towel, and then make my way back towards my room. I snatch my phone from the side table and see that it's 1:00 in the morning. Even better. I slam it back onto the table, and resume my sleep.

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"No. You need to go to school today," my dad says.

"You have missed too many school days already. Now get up and get ready," my mom agrees.

"Please" I beg "I don't feel good at all. I literally I threw up earlier and yesterday. I'm not lying," I plead.

"Let me see if you have a temperature," my mom says.

She walks out of my room, leaving just me and my dad. She returns and shoves the thermometer thing down my throat. A few minutes later she tells me that I'm fine, and that I need to hurry and get ready for the bus. Great. They walk out of my room, my mom with a grin on her face. I roll my eyes at her.

I lift myself out of bed, with hardly any strength, and start getting ready for the horrible day.

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"Yeah. Pretty much they made me get up for school even though I think my mom was lying about my temperature. I really don't feel good at all," I tell Loren.

"I can tell. Go down to the nurse," she states.

"Well, I've tried. They just told me that I was fine too. Apparently no body believes me."

"I do," She says smacking my arm playfully.

"Do you know what it is?" she asks me.

"I think it's the flu," I say.

"Well, I mean you don't really cough or blow your nose a lot. Maybe you have the stomach bug."

"Well, I haven't thought about that. Maybe that's what it is," I say.

"Probably," she replies.

Doug and Carson walk up with their trays in their hands. Carson looks at me with a flirty smile. I mentally smack him, he's so stupid.

"Are you sure you don't want to eat?" Doug asks.

"I'll just throw it up like last time," I say to him.

"Well you need food in your body," Carson says.

"It's not like it will stay."

"Still," He says, arguing.

Another oozing feeling passes through me, but I ignore it. I told you parents. I told you I was sick! I clench my stomach as I feel the need of a toilet or trash can. Everyone's eyes focus on me, until Doug asks me if I'm okay. I don't reply at his idiotic question.

"Come on babe," Doug says as he leads the way towards the nurse.

 We don't get there quick enough and I'm puking again, but this time nothing comes out, because I haven't ate anything. The nurse comes rushing to my aid, and slowly speaks to me as if I was a little girl again. Just lay down she says. She asks Doug to carry me into the nurse's office, and he does without dropping me. She points towards the little bed and he lays me carefully on it. His hands cup my jaw, before he leans in and kisses me on the forehead.

"I love you. I got to go though okay?" He speaks.

"O-Okay. Love you too," I reply.

The nurse walks closer to me with a drizzling wash-rag in her hand. She lays it across my forehead and asks me questions.

"Have you ate today."

"No."

"Are you feeling dizzy or light headed?"

"Not really."

"When did this start?"

"A few days ago."

"Did you tell you parents you didn't feel good?"

"Yes, but they never believe me." The nurse nods remembering the countless stories I told her each time I came to school extremely ill.

"Have you been using protection?"

I think about the question for some time. I mean I don't remember, I was to caught up in the moment. Well, it isn't really a possibility either way, right? I'm fine, it's just the flu or the stomach bug. "I'm sure it's just the stomach bug," I say I return.

"Well. I want you to keep an eye out for it okay? Eat light foods. Your body still needs nutrition so it can help get rid of whatever you have. I will call your parents and ask them if they could pick you up soon. You don't want to get others sick, you know?"

I nod.

"For now you can just rest until they pick you up. I'll check up on you every so often."

"Okay," I say as I close my eyes.

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