The Struggle.

Chapter Two; The News.

So, about 2 months from that, I started to feel different. I was eating more than usual, and getting sick more often. Not knowing what was going on, my dad confronts me, and says that I am pregnant. I laugh and say, yeah right dad. That's impossible. We haven't been together in 2 months. My dad told me that he thinks I got pregnant shortly before he left. I pushed the thought aside and walked outside over to my sisters house. I told her what my dad said and she told me she thought the same thing. Why is my family saying this? I don't feel pregnant.. So, my sister went out the next day and got me a test. My son's dad showed up, just as my sister was handing me a test, looking shocked. He asked me what was going on. I was pretty angry at him, so I walked away from him to my house. He followed me, into my house and asked me. I told him that everyone thinks I'm pregnant, so I'm going to take a test and see. I stayed up late that night, talking to him. I soon went to bed, and slept till the morning. I awoke to the sun shining in. I walked to the bathroom, having to pee, and grabbed the test. I peed on the test. I waited for a few minutes, then looked at the test. Tears streaming down my face, angry. Why? Why me? Was all I could manage to say. I walked out of the bathroom, and into my dad's room, where, my brother, sister, dad, and ex, was sitting. I held up the test and everyone smiled, except him. He walked over, and said he wanted a DNA test, and walked out the door.. Tears streaming, I fell to my knees..