The Best Mistake

Chapter 1

Pacing back and forth in my tiny bathroom, I checked my iPod once again. It told me 2:30 AM. Only two more minutes until this tiny little stick sitting on my counter shows me the small little negative sign I was hoping for. Just then, a notification popped up on my screen, a message from my best friend, Blake.

Blake: Hey Dawn! :D whatcha up to?

Me: hi Blake

Blake: You okay?

Before I replied, I looked over to the counter, at the small stick, only to see the one thing I was really hoping I wouldn't. I feel like my heart just dropped down to my stomach. I feel like I'm going to throw up. I see my iPod light up, once again, another message from Blake.

Blake: Dawn, are you okay?

Me: I need you. Meet me in the tree house.

Blake: I'll always be here for you. See you soon.

I grab the stick and run out of my bathroom, and out into my backyard, where I see the large oak tree holding my old tree house that Blake and I still like to hang out in. I stood at the bottom of the tree, looking up at the top, and at the tree house. I began to climb up the rope ladder. Blake went out and bought a new one after I climbed up the old one, and it broke, leading to the breaking of my arm.

Reaching the top, I instantly felt better. The only way I could feel even better was if Blake was here.

"Dawn.."

I turned around, glad I could finally hear his reassuring voice.

"Oh Blake!" I ran over and wrapped my arms around his neck, crying onto his shoulder.

"Dawn, what's wrong? Why are you crying. Please stop crying. You know that makes me cry," he pleads.

I pull away, having to look up to see his face, because he is a good six inches taller than I am. I see a small tear falling down his face.

"Blake.. I just.. I don't know.."

"You don't know what?"

I continue crying, unable to speak, I slowly lift the pregnancy test with the positive sign. At first he looked confused, but when he finally understands, more tears fall, and he pulls me into another, tighter hug.

"Oh Dawn. Why? When did this happen?"

"It was.."

"Was it at the party? The one you were at when you called me, crying, begging me to come pick you up?"

Still unable to speak, I nod my head yes.

"You need to tell me what happened. I know it's hard, but you need to tell me," he pulled me away to look at me, wiping my tears away. "Sit down," he said motioning to the small cushions on the floor. He sat down, and pulled me onto his lap, and began stroking my hair.

"I didn't do it. I mean I did, but it wasn't me.. It was him," I cried into his shirt.

"Who? Who did this to you?" he sounded angry.

"He spent most the night getting me drunk so he could do it.."

"Who was it? Please tell me."

"It.. It was Tyler. Tyler Moore."