Young

18- Worry

"Just take it, y/n." She said, towering over me while looking me in my eyes carefully.

That's the first time I didn't enjoy when she said that.

"I don't wanna" I whimpered, looking up at her with scared eyes.

"You have to, it's the only option"

"What if it's not?"

"What?"

"What if it's not"

"What do you mean "what if it's not"?!"

"What if you can send me back home and I can say a ran off with a man I won't disclose"

"..."

"And then I can—"

"God damnit..why are you being so difficult right now?!" She spat, making me look back up her startled,

"I-I'm not! I just..what if it's our's—"

"It's not! It's fucking not!" She smacked her hand on the wall beside me, making my eyes water.

Moira started to cry, not liking the loud noises.

They were scary..

"God! It just isn't adding up! You can't be pregnant with my baby when we haven't slept together in almost a year, last week was our first time! Use. your. fucking. head!" She shoved the abortion pills into my chest, making me grab onto her hand with a squeal when she pushed me more back into the wall.

I looked up at her sniffling before taking my hand off hers.

I was scared she was going to grab my neck.

Her eyes softened as she stared back down at me.

A tear dripped down my cheek when she quickly grabbed me pulling me close to her in a hug.

Moira continued to cry, wanting to know what was going on.

She could only listen to so much from downstairs.

She worried when mommy squealed and then it got silent!

She thought the man from their house came and tried to hurt her again.

I whimpered quietly, crying into her chest.

She walked me upstairs and into the bedroom where Moira was.

She layed me down next to Moira and held me.

"It's okay baby"