The Originals Baby

Chapter 1

"Please be negative, please be negative." I whispered to myself as I paced back and forth across the gas station bathoom.
I checked the clock on my phone every few seconds feeling anxious and wiping my sweaty palms on my jeans.
"One more minute." I let out a sigh after checking my phone again.
My chest started to tighten up and it was getting harder to breath. I kneeled down not wanting to sit on the dirty bathroom floor.
"Just breathe." I reminded myself trying to calm down.
The timer on my phone went off and I knew it was time. I shot up grabbing the white stick off the ledge of the sink.
"Pregnant." I read aloud.
I stood for what seemed like hours staring at the test in shock, tears running down my cheeks.
Loud banging on the door interrupted my thoughts.
I dropped the pregnancy test in the trash and whiped my tears with my sleeve before unlocking the door. A round women stood outside the door glaring at me.
"It's about time," The angry looking women complained as she pushed her way into the bathroom.
I felt a couple heads turn my way. I knew I looked like a wreck. My hair was dirty and my face was puffy and red from crying. Everyones eyes were glued on me as I made my way out of the gas station and out to my car.
Driving was a good distraction. It was enough to help me calm down. I drove around aimlessly for a while not wanting to go home. I can't imagine what my brother Finn will say when I tell him. My eyes water imagining his disappointment. Our mother died when I was 13, and Finn being of legal age, became my legal garden.
He was 21 at the time and already living out on his own finishing up collage. I've always felt the burden of ruining everything he had going for him. He was making a life for himself then suddenly became legally responsible for a 13 year old girl. And now this.. now I make everything more complicated by running off and getting pregnant at 17 years old.
Finn is only 25 himself. He shouldn't be responsible for all of this.
I shouldn't make him responible for all of this...
I pulled the car over and parked outside our small house, still not wanting to go inside.
It's summer and I just finished my senior year of high school. I leave for college in two months. I would be in seattle in a little less then just two months. If I could get an apartment and job there maybe I wouldn't have to tell him. Maybe I could give the.. the baby.. up for adoption and finish school and Finn would never have to know.
I gained the courage to open my door and slide out of the car. All I know right now, is I'm not telling him tonight.
"Hey, Cally." Finn greated me happily watching TV on the couch.
I set my bag on the table pushing my phone into my back pocket. "Hey," I spoke quietly walking into the kitchen. I wasn't hungry but I didn't want to seem to suspicions. I grabbed an apple and a bottle of water and headed straight to my room thankful Finn didn't say anything else.
Taking my phone out I laid on my bed.
My heart thumped against my chest as my finger lingered over the call button.
I called a local clinic and made an appointment for next week. I'll have to wait a whole week to find out if I'm really pregnant. Who am I kidding, I thought to myself. With my luck..of course I'm knocked up. I sighed picking up my phone again and calling my best friend.
"Hey! Why haven't you been answering my texts?" Sam demanded not even giving me a chance to say hello.
I took in a deep calming breath. "I have a problem." I finally stuttered out.
Sam laughed a little into the phone. "Did you accidentally stick two tampons in again?" She asked amused.
I rolled my eyes annoyed. "Sammy! This is serious! I need you to come over right now."
It was silent for a moment. "I'm on my way."
I threw my phone on the bed and dug through my dresser looking for comfy clothes. I headed to bathroom for a quick shower.
10 minutes later I found Sammy sitting on the edge of my bed looking out of breath and sweaty.
I closed the door and tossed my dirty clothes in the hamper before sitting on the bed next to her.
"What's wrong?" She panted.
I tried to talk. I wanted to tell her but my mouth wouldn't move. I looked up into her eyes as tears started pouring out of mine.
"Cally, what's wrong?" She asked concerned.
"I'm," I paused taking a calming breath. "I'm pregnant." I uttered the words falling onto her shoulder.
She hugged me as I cried neither of us knowing what to say.
"Have you gone to the doctor?"
I pulled away wiping my eyes and shaking my head. "I made an appointment, it's next week." I mumbled.
"I'll go with you," She offered.
I nodded thankful still trying to hold back tears.
"Cally?"
"Yeah?"
Sam looked down embarrassed. "Who's, um," she began "who's the father?"
I groaned falling back onto the bed.
"Remember that party we went to last month?"
She smiled remembering.
"I hooked up with him there." I said ashamed.
"Oh..well.." she spoke hesitantly, "do you know his name?"
"Kyle..I think. Or was it Nick? Fuck," I groaned covering my face with a pillow.
"I think it started with a K," I muttered into the pillow.
Sam giggled slightly.
"This is funny to you?" I sat up glaring at her clutching my pillow in my lap.
"It's just so unlike you." She shrugged. "You're kind of a prude."
I gasped. And smacked her with the pillow. "Rude," I rolled my eyes. "I can barely remember it." I confessed. "I know it happened that night. It's just.." I paused. "I know I didn't have that much to drink. I should remember it." I mumbled looking down, playing with a ring on my finger.
"Did he drug you?" Sam demanded apuald.
I shook my head, "I don't think so." I didn't feel afraid. I just feel like a chuck of my memory is missing." I grabbed my water bottle taking a big sip. "I remember meeting him and dancing," I trailed off trying to think of what happened next. "But that was it. Then we were standing at the end of a bed and he was pulling his shirt on. He said goodbye and that was the last I saw of him that night."
"Cally that's terrible," Sam wrapped an arm around me.
"No," I shook my head. "I was happy. I don't know why, but I was happy."
We sat in silence for a moment.
"Was that your first time?" Sam asked.
I pulled away from her standing up. "You know it wasn't," I snapped.
"I meant, you're first real time," she said apologetically.
"We're not talking about this Sam."
I flipped open my laptop sitting at my desk.
Sammy jumped up walking towards me. "Okay I'm sorry," she apologized. "We'll go to the doctor and we'll find your baby daddy and everything will be alright," She promised.
I sighed feeling slightly better. "Thanks for being here for me sam."
She nodded looking down at me. "I still can't believe this."
"Me either."