Reality (#1)

Sarah Grayson's life was normal. Average parents, average life, average everything. That is until she lets her friends take her to a party, where she leaves in tears and pain. Her life gets flipped upside down and the only thing that she can do is live with the side effects of her choice.

You may ask how this book is part of the 5 Seconds of Summer fanfiction, but if you'd be kind enough to follow, you'll find out.


10. Ten

Chapter Ten:



    It’s now Monday, and my first checkup for the baby. I’m heading there now with my parents driving.


    I told them and they were shocked at first, then Dad was angry and wanted me to have an abortion. Then Mom had to talk him out of that and to come to my first checkup. Then we’ll talk about the options.


    “When the detective finds this guy, I’ll kill him.”






    “What? I will. Deserves it, he put his hands on my baby.”




    “What, Tan? It’s pissing me off that he’s getting away with it.”


    “Dan, just stop,” Mom reprimanded him. “You’re only making matters worse.”


    “We’re here.” I said, trying to stop them before it got nasty.


    “I’m making matters worse. At least I acknowledge it even happened.” Dad yelled at Mom.


    “I acknowledge it happened. I just don't fairly enjoy dueling on something we can’t change!” Mom yelled at Dad.


    “Guys, we’re here.” I said, hoping they’ll listen to me.


    “You only sit around while our daughter is suffering. That’s always been how it was. You only care about yourself and your goals and you always ignored Sarah.” Dad again, completely ignoring the fact that we had arrived.


    “That’s because I was caring for Bailey! You know, your other daughter. The one you seem to forget about because she isn’t Sarah! Bailey used to tell me that all she wanted in the world is to be Sarah because the only times you cared about Bailey was when I couldn't get there in time. It’s always been that way. Sarah was born, you flocked to her: Bailey was born you ignored her.” Mom said, I’ve never seen her this angry before, Dad’s facial expression showed that he was thinking the same. “Yes, I have my goals. They’ve been my goals since childhood and I cant let those go.”


    “I’ve been a good father to Bailey—“


    I didn't wan tot wait anymore, the appointment was at 8:30, and it’s 8:27 now. 


    When I got in the waiting room, I walked right into the rubber-like aromas. I strode to the receptionist.


    “How may I help you?” she fragile-looking old woman asked when I reached the window.


    “I’m here for an appointment. My name is Sarah Grayson.”


    “Ah, yes. Here you are.” she handed me a clipboard. “Fill this out.”


    I nodded and grabbed a pen.




    “You guys done fighting?” I said as my parents walked back into the room. I was no longer in my jeans and t-shirt, now I was in a hospital gown.


    Before they could come up with an answer knocks rapped on the door. Dad turned to answer that instead.


    “Oh, hello. hello, hello! I’m Dr. Fitz, you must be Sarah.”


    “Yes, ma’am.” I made to get off the bed, but my mom stopped me.


    “I’m Sarah’s mother, Tanya.”


    “I’m her father, Daniel.”


    They both shook hands with the doctor. Then Dr. Fitz turned to me.


    “So, Sarah, how old are you?”


    “I’m seventeen, turning eighteen in March. March 5th to be exact.”


    “Okay, come over here, that’s good. Stand here. Okay, 5’4. Now stand on this. Okay, 125.5 pounds. How much did you weigh pre-pregnancy?”


    “About 120ish I’d say.”


    “Okay, then that’s perfect. Let me see your stomach.” she put her rubber-covered hands on my stomach, felt around. Then used her stethoscope to listen of whatever. “Okay then sit back down. How far are you?”


    “Well, it happened about four weeks ago. Do, I’m guessing that.”


    “Any symptoms? Nausea, tender breasts, fatigue, increased urination?”


    “Nausea, definitely. It seems that every few hours I get nauseous, but only sometimes do I actually vomit. I have been tired a lot, and I guess I pee more often than before.”


    “Okay, lie down while I get the ultrasound to get a closer look.” I nodded and she left.


    “Mom, what time is it?”


    “About 9.”




    “Have you made a decision yet? I understand it’s your body, your choice.” Dad said, staring at me to edge me towards abortion.


    “No, I haven’t. I want to see my baby before I do make one.”


    “Okay, just keep those options in your head.”


    “Dan. Stop trying to make our daughter get an abortion.” Mom growled.


    We sat in silence for what felt like forever until the doctor came back in with a strange looking device. It looked like a computer attached to a big white box with buttons.


    “Sarah, you said you’re seventeen?” Dr. Fitz said while getting the machine set up.




    “What school do you go to?”


    “Rerum High.”


    “Seventeen. That’s, what, junior? Senior?”


    “I’m a senior.”


    “Why aren't you in school? Day off?”


    “No, I don't have to be there until 10:30. Pros of practically finishing most of my high school credits my sophomore year—extra classes both online and during night. My junior year was like most people’s senior year.”


    “What does your schedule even look like?”


    “Well, first and second hour are off; third is government—which we take online; the class I start the day with is psychology—which is fourth; then lunch—seniors always leave campus to go out; my fifth is anatomy—I have to go to that class; my last hour is economy—we take that online too.”


    “That sounds amazing, my daughter would kill for that schedule. I don't know if you know her, she goes to your school, she’s a senior too. Her name is Milixandrya Fitz. You might know her by Millie, that’s what she likes us to call her.”


    Millie, I laid in shock, Milllie the Bitch’s real name is Milixandrya?


    I could have laughed right then and there, but that would be rude to Dr. Fitz.


    “Yeah, I know her. I’ve known her since I was seven.”


    “Really? That’s awesome. Okay, let’s start this. Show me your stomach. This is going to be a little cold.”


    She brought a weird-looking stick-thing to my stomach and moved it around, stopped when there was a constant thumping sound.


    “That’s really fast.” Dad said in awe.


    “Yeah, is that normal?” Mom added.


    “Normal for two babies.” Dr. Fitz pointed to the screen. “There they are. Close together, but you can see that they’re in different placentas so they are definitely fraternal.”


    “Oh my god.” I’m not sure who said that, because all three of us were in shock




    “Have you chosen yet?” Dad asked me during dinner that night.


    “Chosen for what?” Bailey asked, her mouth full.


    “If she’s going to get an abortion or put the babies up for adoption.”


    “I chose.” I said quietly.


    “What, darling?” Mom asked, wishing that I chose adoption so she’d win. I looked at Dad who wanted so badly for me to choose abortion. Then I looked to Bailey, who already know my answer since I told her earlier in her room.


    “Neither.” I looked at Mom and Dad. “I’m keeping them.”

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