Tiny Feet (Peterick)

Waiting

I sat on the edge of the bed, as I waited for the pregnancy test results.

Slowly, I tapped my foot on the floor, trying to distract my mind with something else.

I cant be a father. I'm 19. I don't even know the other father.

3 more minutes

Sweat rolled down my face, landing on my shirt, spreading out.

I picked up one of my papers.

Patrick Stumph English 101
When I graduate from college, I plan to be an actor...

I quickly tore the paper up. My dreams will never come true. Why would they?

"I was drunk. I don't deserve this." I spat out to the empty room.

2 minutes

Pacing.

The floor boards creek under my weight.

Maybe this won't be so bad. I don't need to tell the father. This will be my baby. We will live off of welfare and get unemployment benefits. Perfect. And a government house.

I'm so fucked.

1 minute

60 seconds.

Tears roll down my cheeks freely now. I'm so scared.

I might not be pregnant.

The universe doesn't hate me. It won't do this to me.

Babies aren't so bad. They're cute.

15 seconds

I grabbed the test.

I slowly rolled it over in my hand.

I wipe my eyes to clear my vision.

I looked at the test and dropped it like it was burning my hand.

The taunting word looked at me from the floor.

Positive.