(3 years later)
I'm now 23 and I'm ready. I'm ready to tell Luke. I fidgeted in my seat in the waiting room of the hospital. I had been feeling quite nauseous and dizzy, with frequent throw ups. I took a pregnancy test that my friend Alexa had suggested. And it was- It was positive. I am now sitting, waiting for the doctor to tell me how many weeks I am.
" Higgens!" A nurse called.
Hemmings, I thought. I followed her into an examination room.
(Skip the exam)
" Your 6 weeks," he responded happily.
" How am I not showing?" I asked, shocked looking down at my stomach. There was a slight bulge but nothing more.
" For some people it takes more time," he responded placing a hand on my knee.
" Thanks," I said uncomfortably.
I signed out of the hospital for what seemed like the thousandth time in my life. I hailed a taxi and arrived home. Luke would probably still at work. I opened the door and hung my sweater on the hook. I went straight to the kitchen to make dinner. As I lit the stove I patted my stomach and could almost feel the small growing presence inside me.
I had just finished setting up the table, when I heard the door slam. A few seconds later Luke appeared at the kitchen door. "What's wrong?" I asked gently, setting down the last fork.
" The guys at work again," Luke said his voice angry. The men Luke worked with, always hurt, and taunted random people on the street. Luke had numerously tried to stop them only to be beaten himself. And no one caught it. And no one cared.
I came up to him and kissed him softly.
" This might make you feel better," I said, while placing my hands in his. I could feel my heart pounding and I was shaking slightly.
" I'm pregnant." My voice was slightly shaky. Luke's eyes once again were enraged. " That doesn't make me feel better! How are we going to afford this? We have to move to a different house, everything!"
I felt a warm tear spill from my eyes. " I could get a job!" I said, on the verge on a burst of crying.
" Oh fuck it!" He screamed. He ran out of the room and I heard the front door slam once again.
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Teen FictionAshley is 17 years old, and she lives with her drunk abusive mom. Her dad died in a car accident when she was 4 so she doesn't remember him much. Her life is even worse at school. Luke hemmings, the school bully beats her. How can she tell him she h...
