One Mistake is all it Took

Phone calls

It's been a day now since my freak out.
Trust me.
They update me every ten minutes and tell me I've made it ten more minutes without freaking out.
The nurses are annoying.
I'm contemplating whether to call my mother.
I think it would be a good idea.. But then again, it makes my heart race and break at the same time, at just the thought of it.
I slowly pick up the phone and dial my parents house phone.
It rings.
And rings.
And rings.
I'm starting to think that they don't want to pick up because they know it's me.
But at the last ring, my father picked up the phone.
"Hello?" He asks in his deep raspy voice.
"Hi daddy!" I exclaim into the phone.
"Hello pumpkin. I see you're awake now. How you feeling?" He asks. Haha it's funny that he acts concerned. They aren't concerned for my well-being. Especially if they're putting me on the streets.
"Better. Ish. Hey is Mama there? I need to talk to her." I say wondrously.
"Yeah. I think she's out in the garden. Let me go get her." He says as I'm guessing he set the phone down. 3 minutes later my mom picks up.
"Hello." She says. I assume she knows it's me.
"Hey Mama." I say acting like nothing is wrong when in reality; Everything that could possibly fucking be wrong, is fucking wrong.
"Mia. Did you read my letter?" She asks ponderously.
"Yeah I did Mama. And I love you. But you're acting like a real bitch. How could you do that? I made a mistake Mama. I didn't mean too. Do you think I did it on purpose? That I wanted this? I didn't want this, but it's happening. I don't have a choice. I cannot have an abortion. That's not fair! How could you do this?!?" I yell into the phone. I really went off on her.
"How could I DO THIS? What about you?!? YOU DELIBERATELY DISOBEYED ME, AND GOT PREGNANT WHILE DOING IT. NOW YOU TELL ME HOW THIS IS MY FAULT." She yells right back.
Oh it's war.
"I NEVER FUCKING SAID IT WAS YOUR FAULT BECAUSE OBVIOUSLY ITS NOT BECAUSE YOURE NOT THE PREGNANT ONE. BUT HOW COULD YOU KICK ME OUT LIKE THAT WITHOUT EVEN GIVING ME A CHANCE TO EXPLAIN OR TO GET ON MY FEET OR ANYTHING?!!?" I yell.
"I'm done with this discussion. Call me when you're out of the hospital. You can come get your stuff and move elsewhere Mia. I'm sick and tired of all this bullshit. Goodbye."
And just like that, the line went dead.
How could she do this?
The real question is..
COULD she do this?