15 on my Wrist

Part 2:

(Sorry for the lack of an update, I had college stuff to do lnao)
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"You had sex with Jahseh Onfroy of all people?"

My best friend Mia asks in disbelief, I'm already somewhat regretting the decision already but the look on her face doesn't help the guilt.

"I mean... he was cute"

"He's a hoe and you let him use you, if your pregnant with his baby, best believe you won't get a single dime out of him"

"Ok let's just check the results, they should be ready now"

I didn't want to speak about that anymore, the fear that I may be pregnant weighs down on me. I'm terrified not only because the daddy will apparently want nothing to do with me but I'm scared of my mother finding out, how she'll react.

I doubt she'll be the happiest woman on earth, I'm only 15 and of course she'll freak out. I'd freak out.

But eventually she'll need to come to terms with it, she can't ignore it and no matter how the test results turn out, she'll have my back sooner or later.

I pick up the first of 3 pregnancy tests and hold it facing down so I don't see the results, I look in the mirror to see the both of us in an eery silence now.

There's a strange vibe when I look in the mirror, especially when I look at myself, it's very unsettling and I don't like it, I feel like smashing the mirror with my own fist, not that it would work.

I take a deep breath before flipping it up and taking a look to see the lines and there's 2, positive.

It feels as though a dumbell is crashing down my stomach with fear, I've never been more terrified in my life.

Mia takes a look and gasps before quickly slapping her palm over her mouth, taking a look at me with widened eyes. This really isn't what I need right now. I don't need shock, I don't need looks.

I'm not even close to finishing high school, I always thought I'd get pregnant with the love of my life after getting my degree, being a successful woman with a successful husband and raising a baby successfully but that fantasy is crashing and burning all too quickly for me.

"It-it's OK, there's 2 more tests, false positives can happen"

Mia says wearily, she's trying to be supportive which I appreciate but fear is bleeding through her tone, she's just as scared as me and that just wasn't helpful.

I nod and pick up the second test and decide to just quickly flip it up, like ripping off a plaster, nice and quickly.

Positive.

"Shit"

I mumble under my breath, I can feel Mia's fast pace breathing over my shoulder.

I don't even want to look at the 3rd, I already know it will be positive, I just don't want to see it. I don't want to face the music.

Instead I take a glance and see that it's also positive, I take all 3 tests and throw them in the bin without a second thought and I look over to Mia who looks as though she's trying to figure out what to say but nothing comes out her mouth.

"What the fuck do I do? I can't be pregnant"

"Right now, I think the best thing you can do is tell your mother, she'll know what to do"

"Are you insane? You've met my mother and you're suggesting I tell her?"

"It's either you tell her or she finds out somehow, it'll be better if she finds out from your mouth"

I just sigh in defeat because I know she's right while I pace up and down the bathroom nervously biting my nails.

"Look, she'll be able to help you, you don't need to keep the baby, there's always other options out there"

"But my fucking mother will only see one thing and one thing only"

"You can't hide it forever Neveah"

The walk back to my house was terrifyingly shorter than usual, maybe because I was preoccupied the entire journey thinking of all the horrific things that may erupt once I tell my mother, they all end in murder.

My hand lingers on the door handle since I didn't want to go inside, looking inside the window I see that my mother is already there which scares me even more, I gulp harshly and open the door, walking right in but I wanted to run the other way.

It feels like my body is on fire with fear, I keep thinking I can manage to get out of this but I know I can't, she's my mother and she deserves to know.

"Hey baby, I'm making lasagne for dinner, your favourite!"

She says cheerily which only worsens the dread but as if she can read minds her smile drops which essentially makes me shit myself.

"What have you done, what's with that look on your face?"

"I have something to tell you?"

"What is it?"

"I'm..."

I trail off, the word just refuses to come out, that stern look in her eye is rendering me speechless, choking me at the same time.

"If you don't stop the mystery games?"

"I'm pregnant!"

I say a little louder than I should have, it was as though she ripped the answer right out of my throat and soon her eyes widen in shock and her lips scrunch a little as she storms over to me.

"What did you just say?"

"I'm pregnant, I took the test today"

"This better not be your silly little games Neveah, this is a serious fucking topic"

"It's not"

Her mouth opens as though she wants to say something but she doesn't instead she looks away while her foot taps impatiently, she's thinking of what to say or do and all I can hope for is a positive outcome.

Instead of any more of a reaction she storms upstairs and runs into my room, I follow after her and see she's pulling my pre-packed suitcase out, we were supposed to go on a trip together but I don't think she's going to talk about that.

Soon enough she throws the suitcase down the stairs, piercing a whole into the wall since the luggage bashed into but I doubt she's worried about that right now, everything I feared for is happening, I know the worst is coming.

Stupid of me to think that she'll actually be nice about it.

"I want your whore ass out of my house, right the fuck now!"

She yells as she grabs my wrist tightly, dragging me down the stairs soon after. She's cursing at the top of her lungs but I wasn't listening, her last statement almost deafened me and I'm just lost in a trance, not even fighting back.

Reality has slapped me in the face, so much for a successful family.

"But mama-"

"Don't mama me, it's too late to sweet talk me, you should've thought about what you were doing before but now you're facing the consequences of your own options"

Before I could even get another word in, I'm already outside the house with the suitcase falling on my feet before the door slams right in my face.

It's strange what can happen in just 5 minutes, how essentially my life has been ruined in an hour,

In an alternate reality, I'm still in the house just doing my homework with the smell of my mother's cooking in the air, life is good over there.

Instead I'm outside, fighting back to tears and losing terribly, with an underdeveloped baby and all my clothes.

And to make matters worse, it begins to pour down a heavy rainfall that can only be described as a waterfall.

Just great...

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Yuhh how have you guys been?

Kinda missed this, I can't lie.