Love and it's
circumstances
Part Fourteen.
(part of the second chapter).
"Dillian
James!" I yell at her and then look back down.
"Dillian James?" My mom pauses and I feel her sit
down on my bed, next to me. I'm still admiring my black
converses I haven't took off yet. "Why does that last
name sound familiar?" She asks.
I look to my mom, her clear face looked so different from mine.
It made me wonder if she was even my real mother.
"...Probably because his family owns practically
everything in town." I say sarcastically, though it's
not sarcastic, because they do practically own everything in
town.
My mom sighed. "Oh, Lissa, how did you get yourself into
this mess? You shouldn't be thinking that you're
pregnant."
I know... "Lily wanted me to go to this party. I
drank some punch there, I guess someone must've spiked it
or something."
My mom hugs me, then get's up off of my bed.
"We'll set up a meeting with a doctor tomorrow.
You'll miss school." She says, then leaves my
bedroom.
Love and it's
circumstances
Part Thirteen.
(part of the second chapter).
"Lissa, you look
sick." My mom says. I wish I looked like my mom, she has
long wavy dark brown hair with a perfect olive toned
complexion. Sadly I look like my caveman of a father, who
really needed to shave -- and he needed to shave everywhere.
His black hair covered his body, I suspect he used to have
brown hair like mine. He has a peach fuzz beard, which he
needed to shave too. His head hair was cut to where it spiked
up when he put gel on it.
I look between my mom and dad carefully and don't think
about what I'm about to say. They're going to kill me,
I know they will. "I think I'm pregnant." As soon
as I say this, I burst out in tears. I can't believe
I'm telling this to my parent's, I'm only 15... I
just turned 15 in September. It isn't fair.
Mom and dad's expressions turn from anger to terror.
"How?" My mom asked and then froze in the horror of
what she just asked. "Never mind how, I know how. I meant,
who's the father?"
Dillian James. I didn't say his name, I couldn't say
it. What if he finds out? He can't know... He might make
fun of me.
I ran upstairs in my room, to avoid saying it. More tears
swelled up in my eyes.
My mom wasn't going to let this drop, so she followed me up
to my room. "So, Allissa, who's the father?" She
glared at me.
I still can't say his name and look down to stare at the
ground, and I start playing footsies with my own feet. "I
said I think, I might be pregnant... I don't know for sure
if I am yet."
"Well, fine then. Who's the father if you are
pregnant?"
Dillian James. Lissa, you need to say it... Tell your mom.
Maybe she won't tell him. I cover my mouth and look up and
shake my head. I can't tell her, I can't say it.
"For God's sake, Lissa, just tell me his name. Tell me
the guy you lost your f***ing virginity to!" My mom yelled
at me, her blue eyes were fierce and full of
anger.
Love and it's
circumstances
Part Twelve.
(part of the second chapter).
My fingers numbly find
their way to my stomach. What if I am? What am I going to
do?
When I leave the bathroom, I'm not prepared to face my
friend's, Dillian or my family. But I have no choice
apparently, because Dillian is standing right outside the
girl's bathroom with some gorgeous woman on his arm.
Her curly black hair fitted around her heart shaped face
perfectly. "You're in my way." The girl shoved
her way past me.
Dillian smiles at me and leans his back carelessly against the
wall. "It's rather pathetic how you and your
friend's stalk me."
I vomit on Dillian shoes, I look up to see his face.
"...Sorry." I cover my mouth and run out.
His expression told me he was angry.
Tears streaking down my face, I stumble my way home.
Dillian didn't like me before, now he probably despises
me.
When I finally reach home, my parent's are fighting over
something my sister Callie has done.
"Mom... Dad..." I say flatly, like I have lost my
personality. I sit down in the living room and watch as they
acknowledge my existence.
Love and it's
circumstances
Part Eleven.
(part of the second chapter).
I don't understand
how people care so much about popularity, I rather be the girl
in the back of the room who hides... Why can't people be
happy with who they are and what they have? "Yeah it'd
be amazing." I lied. The thought of Lily and Dillian
dating made me feel sicker than I already feel.
"So do you want to go?" Lily asks, putting her hands
to her hips and standing like she's posing.
"Uh, sure." I got up.
Lily picked me out an outfit. An olive green blouse, skinny
jeans and a pair of black converse. Then she yelled at me
because I have nothing "attractive" to wear or
anything to wear that makes me
"unique"/"different"/"stand
out".
By the time we arrive at the party, I feel like I'm about
to vomit. I don't when I realize I'm not in a secluded
place and people are looking at me weird.
Dillian is walking around talking to the party-goers. I am
doing my best to avoid him... Because since I woke up naked
next to him, it's been awkward.
I find my group, Emma, Savannah, Lily, Chis and Randy by the
food table. I realize I'm starving when I see all the food,
so I pick out a bunch.
"I thought you were sick." Randy says.
"I am... Or was." I blush.
"That's a lot of food." Savannah acknoldges the 4
chicken leg's on my plate.
I suddenly get an ill feeling and jump up and run to the
bathroom. After I'm done throwing up, I clean myself up and
am left staring at my reflection in the mirror. I'm so
ugly, pale and short. I hate my appearance... My stomach aches
more.
Why do I feel this way?
I look to the wall, where a florescent blue baby changer was
nailed to the wall.
That's when it hits me... What if I'm
pregnant?