Riley stared down at the positive pregnancy test with the poisonous substance that was her tears. A quiet sob escaped her mouth as she placed her hand, trying her best to remain discreet.
Only fourteen years old and pregnant. The cries raked through her body as she thought of what her aunt would do. Her aunt was by no means a cruel person; however, she was extremely terrifying when need be.
The question on her mind was, Who was the father? Riley never had a boyfriend, much less sex. Gripping the pregnancy test in her hand tightly, she raised off of the toilet lid. Looking down at the slightly pudgy stomach before her, she sighed in defeat. She realized that it was her and this child against the world.
