Chapter 15: Break it to me softly

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CAROLINE

“How could you?” My dad pointed an accusing finger at me.

“Dad, I’m so sorry I didn’t mean for it to happen!” I cried out.

“Of course you didn’t mean for it to happen, you don’t just trip and land on a penis! I expected you to be more responsible than that!” Aunt Sarah said. Despite the moment Victoria chuckled a bit beside me.

“And you! Victoria you dragged Caroline right into this-this chaos! This sort of thing is so American!” My dad was now partly standing up with both his hand braced on his desk.

“Uncle Max, I’m sorry I didn’t mean for it to get so out of hand—“ Victoria began to explain.

“Dad, Vicky didn’t have anything to do with this. It was my entire fault.” I said placing a hand on my chest to keep myself from sobbing.

“Who’s the father?” Aunt Sarah began to sob too.

I paused and took a tissue from Victoria. This was all so overwhelming. My heart was pounding and even though my eyes were bloodshot the tears still kept coming back. I didn’t realize everyone was waiting for my reply until I hiccupped and saw my father staring at me intently.

“Zayn.” I took a shaky breath and looked at my dad. If he was infuriated before he was angrier by this news.

“Zayn Malik? Of One Direction?” Aunt Sarah asked unbelievably.

“Well, who else?” My dad rolled his eyes.

The room was filled with dread and disappointment so thick I had difficulty in swallowing. The tears kept rolling down my eyes. I could feel both my dad and my Aunt Sarah’s stare at the back of my head but I couldn’t look at them out of shame and fear.

“Are you sure you’re pregnant?” My dad asked slowly.

“Yes, I took several pregnancy kits in the last couple of days and all of them returned positive also I haven’t noticed it before but I’m late.” I said.

“My God, Caroline, how could this have happened? You’re nineteen for Christ Sake!” My dad groaned.

“Are you planning to tell him?” Aunt Sarah asked.

“No.” I said. “I’m not going to tell him, it’ll ruin his career.”

“I think it’s too late for that. You already made collateral damage on him and on us, you know what the press would say once you start to show?” My dad asked disbelievingly.

“Caroline, what about your reputation? This kind of thing doesn’t happen very often in our social circle.” Aunt Sarah cried.

I know, I know all these things would happen. For two whole weeks I’ve mulled over this going over and over on every possibility, every outcome. Each one didn’t look good.

“I’m keeping the baby if that’s what you’re implying.” I muttered.

“Of course dear, but-but what would all the people say?” Aunt Sarah’s worry bubbled on the surface again.

“I don’t know Aunt Sarah.” I confessed.

“No, you will not bear a child unmarried whether you like it or not.” My father exclaimed.

“But dad—“

“Go to your room, since you can’t fix your problem for your own we will decide for you.” He said.

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