Angel Scars

Chapter Fourteen

Arriving home, I noticed a different car in the driveway. It was Ryan's car.
Shit.
I grabbed my purse and awkwardly hid the pregnancy test in the side pocket. Not sure why I did that especially when everyone knows what I'm doing.
Walking in the house, it felt like I was gonna pass out. From what you may ask yourself? I honestly don't have a damn clue. All I know is that Ryan was indeed sitting in the dining room with my mom and even my dad.
"Welcome back home." Dad said when I walked in, his hands pressed together. 
"Hi." I mumbled, giving him an awkward wave.

Mom was not looking at me but instead was looking at the floor. Rightfully so, I guess. But Ryan on the other hand was looking right at me. I furrowed my brows in confusion. Yeah, I'll admit that I forgot he was supposed to come by but I feel like this was the worst timing ever. 

"I feel like you need to get on with this testing, Angelica. Time is ticking." I rolled my eyes. My mom can be such a bitch at times. 

"You realize that it's gonna take me a second, right? I do not have to pee yet and I should be using my first urine of the day." I scoffed. 

"Um, okay. How do you out of everyone know this? YOU'RE SEVENTEEN YEARS OLD!" My mom exclaimed. I could see Ryan flinch as she said this.

"It's called common sense, mother." I replied.

"Oh, you do NOT get to chastise me about "common sense" young lady because in mine and God's eyes, common sense is you not having sex before marriage, let alone at your age. Do I have to repeat myself?" 

I looked at my dad in hopes that he would help me out and be on my side. Believe it or not, he did not seem interested in helping me whatsoever. 

"Whatever, mom." I said. "I'll just go take the stupid fucking test to make everyone happy." 

I walked away before anyone could say anything, kind of expecting Ryan to follow me for some reason. I guess he was trying to do that because I heard my mom yell at from the bathroom. Mind you, the door was closed and I could still hear her. 

"I understand that she is dealing with something personal, but she needs me!" 

God, I love this man. 

Closing the door behind me, their voices started to sound muffled and thankfully so. I did not need the added stress of them yelling at each other while I'm sitting here contemplating my life choices. 

Before I sat on the toilet, I bit the wrapping off the test and threw it away. I could feel my heart racing, pounding in my chest, palms getting sweaty and that feeling of passing out washed over me in an instant. Pulling down my pants and squatting over the toilet, I did what the test told me to do and held it underneath my urine stream, trying to avoid pissing on myself. I put the test down on the counter and just sat their on the toilet, waiting for my destiny; whether I'd be a mother or not. 

What kind of mother would I be? Would I be like my mom? Rude, controlling, narcissistic, abusive? I shook my head like an etch a sketch, trying to erase my thoughts. 

No, you're not pregnant. It's just the stress from school. I breathed a sigh a relief. This is the only way I can ease my mind. 

I got up off the toilet, wiped, did all that jazz. But before washing my hands, as I was too impatient, I looked on the counter, straight at the test. The second my eyes laid upon this device that was gonna seal my fate, I felt like I was about to pass out. I immediately got dizzy and my mouth went dry. I felt like I was going to throw up. It was blatantly screaming positive at me. 

Fuck. 

"Angelica? Sweetheart!" I heard my mom slightly knock on the door. "Everything okay?"

Shakily, I tried to not cuss her out as she was part of the reason why I'm in this mess.