Arya had gone home every night that week stressing more than she had ever stressed before. She didn't know how her being pregnant could be real or, how she was going to tell her mom.
That was the part that scared her the most. Her mom wouldn't be happy and would probably throw her out of the house on to the streets after she told her that she ruined her future.
She knew at some point she would have to tell her but, she planned to hold off for as long as possible. This wasn't just something she could shout out to the world. It wasn't like a bad grade on a test or like she lost her phone. This was so much bigger. She was growing a human inside of her and everyone was going to look at her differently once they found out.
She could only imagine what her mother would think. After they had just talked about her going to college, how could she do anything of the sort with a baby. It was so mind blowing to think about and despite of how many times she tried to get herself to register it, she was still in utter disbelief.
Arya was interrupted from her thought's when she heard a knock on her bedroom door.
"Come in." She mumbled under her breath.
Her mom opened the door, turning on the light as she stepped in, and Arya groaned.
"Dinner is ready, come on." Her mom took a sip of a drink, which looked to be clear, so she assumed it was tequila considering her mom never drank water.
Arya's stomach turned. She was not only terrified to eat with her mom and her stepdad like they did every night, but she questioned if she would even be able to keep the food down. Her mom walked back out of the room and Arya pulled herself up and out of the bed. She took her time walking to the dining room. As she walked over to the table, she noticed both sets of eyes were fixated on her.
"The hell is the matter with you?" Her stepdad grumbly asked, taking another sip from his beer.
"I'm just tired." She lied and then shrugged, plopping down in the chair.
"As if you do anything to tire yourself out." He laughed, and his mother giggled beside him.
Arya just stared at him, a blank expression on her face.
Normally she would try and fight with him and tell him he was wrong, and she did do things but, she didn't feel like arguing with him tonight.
She looked down at her plate, it was her least favorite dinner, steak. Not only that but mashed potatoes and broccoli. She picked up her fork and her knife, cutting the steak into chewable pieces. Her mom and Tom chatted about her mom's day at work and what Tom did around the house that day, completely ignoring Arya. They did this every time they sat and had dinner but, she longed for someone to talk to.
"Arya?" Her mom spoke in a louder tone.
Arya jumped, not realizing her eyes started to close.
"Sorry."
Her mom shook her head, clearly annoyed.
"I was asking how the sleepover was." Her mother said, stuffing a fork full of steak into her mouth.
Arya scooped up a fork full of mashed potatoes, shoving them in her mouth. She wasn't sure if her mother forgot because she was drunk but, they had already had this conversation earlier when in fact the sleepover was over a month ago. Instead of telling her mom they already had this conversation, she answered anyway, not in the mood for an argument.
"It was good. We went out for dinner and then came home to hang out."
Her mom looked at Tom, watching as they communicated with just their eyes.
YOU ARE READING
Captivated Hearts
RomanceArya is a 17-year-old girl who lives in New York with her mom and stepdad, Tom. The two are always too drunk to notice Arya partaking in activities that wouldn't make them happy and her dad, Peter, who lives to far away to even have a say. Besides d...