True survivor (PART ONE)

Chapter Twenty Two

Chapter Twenty Two

As I sat on the front porch shivering I was able to get a minute to recollect my thoughts. I never in a million years would have thought I would be in this predicament. I guess I was just living for the moment. I wasn’t at all thinking about the long term consequences I would face later in life. After about fifteen minutes I was able to release a sigh of relief when the door opened and my mom sat down beside on the first step.

            Taking a deep breath she asked. “Did he at least use protection?” She wasn’t looking directly at me, but somehow I still felt like I was under her heavy gaze. She looked and sounded as if she hadn’t slept in days. Her eyes were blood shot red and her hair was a mess. It was a huge transformation from the professional look she maintained Monday through Friday.

            “Yeah, I made sure he used a condom.” I lied.

            “Are you sure?” She asked turning her head to look at me. It never fails; she always knows when I’m not telling the truth.

            “Yeah I’m sure.” I said trying not to make myself too obvious.

            “Well, we are still going to go down to the clinic, just to make sure you aint pregnant, When was your last period?”

            “Um, I don’t know, around this time last month.”

            “So you should be getting it soon, you haven’t been cramping or irritable which is weird.” She said standing up and walking inside of the house.

            “Yeah but it doesn’t come on the same exact day every month, I usually have to give or take a few days.” She grabbed her jacket and car keys from the table and walked past me towards the door.

            “Where are you going?” I asked running up behind her.

            “I’m going to the convenience store to get a day after pill and a pregnancy test, with a pregnancy test, you wont know if you’re pregnant or not, but the test might save me  a few dollars when the time comes.” I watched her get into her car and drive off and for the first time everything seemed so real. What if I was really pregnant? How could I finish school and take care of a baby at the same time? And how could I take care of a baby, when I couldn’t even take care of myself. My little part time job up the street defiantly would not have been enough to take care of the both of us. Although Travis seemed like the type of guy who would own up to his responsibilities and take care of a child but at the end of the day, I’d probably be the one doing everything. The saying “Mamas baby Daddy’s Maybe” is the case for a lot of young men these days. Although I stood in the doorway with a obstruct look on my face, I knew I had no one to blame but myself. I knew what the consequences would be if I had sex with Travis, and I still decided to get in his bed. I don’t remember Travis taking out a condom, but I explained to him I wasn’t on the pill so I don’t see why he wouldn’t have wanted to wrap it up. I grabbed my phone and dialed his number we needed to talk ASAP so the agonizing pain in my stomach could finally go away.