Perfect Imperfection

Prologue

Vicky's Pov

I stared at the pregnancy test in panic. I was pregnant. Pregnant. Oh.My.Gosh. Tears formed in my eyes. I couldn't be pregnant! I was only eighteen! I stared at the plastic test hoping it would change, but it didn't. Mark would hate me. I dropped the pregnancy test and dropped to the floor, covering my face with my hands. The tears finally rolled down my cheeks, and the sobs racked my body. What would my parents say? I cried harder. They'd be so disappointed in me. I cried even harder, if that was possible. I heard knocking on my bathroom door and I instantly stopped.

"Vicky are you okay sweetie?" I heard my mom ask.

"Umm yeah mom I'm fine."

"Can I come in?"

"Uhh yeah sure."

I hid the pregnancy test and wiped the tears off my cheeks. I opened the door and my mom came in. Her misty blue eyes stared at my face, and her face was instantly masked with concern. Her cool fingers touched my face.

"Baby girl what's wrong?"

"Momma I'm so sorry," I said covering my face with my hands.

"What's wrong Vicky?"

I sobbed,"You're going to hate me."

"I won't hate you," she said tenderly.

I looked at her,"I'm pregnant."

She recoiled. Her face showed surprise, anger, dissapointment, and sadness.

"Are you serious? Who's the father?" she demanded.

"Mark," I said quietly.

She drew in a breath,"Talk to him. You need to take care of this."

"Mom, I'm scared."

Her blue eyes softened,"I know sweetie, but it's going to be okay."

She pulled me into her arms. I could tell she was still angry, but her love for me is greater. She

knew I needed her. I just had to tell my dad. I heard the door to my room open, and his familiar cologne filled the room. He had a huge grin on his tan face, and his green eyes were dancing. His smile faltered when he saw us. His eyes instantly filled with concern.

"What's wrong Lauren? Vicky?" he asked taking long strides toward us.

"Steve I'm going to have to ask you to stay calm," my mother said.

"Okay," he said confused.

"I'm pregnant," I whispered.

He looked shocked. Anger was masked on his face. So was pain and dissapointment.

"By who? By who Vicky?" he boomed.

I winced,"Mark."

"Great Vicky! What other surprises do you have huh?"

I cried into my mom's chest.

"Answer me Vicky! What do you plan on doing? If you didn't notice you're eighteen!"

I cried more. I knew this was going to happen.

"Steve. Calm down. We have to help her," my mom said.

"Help her? She's pregnant Lauren. PREGNANT."

"I think I noticed, but if you don't remember you got me pregnant at that age too. Don't be a hypocrite Steve."

His eyes showed surprise,"Are you making this my problem? This is her fault! She got pregnant!"

"Why don't you shut up? Look at her Steve! She needs us! My parents weren't there for me when I was in her situation! And it hurt so much! I'm asking you to be a good parent!"

His eyes softened and he dropped his hands in defeat,"I'm sorry."

"I know."

I looked at both of them. They had never argued in front of me. I hated myself. My dad came toward me and pulled me into his arms. I clung to him, not wanting him to let me go.

"I'm sorry princess. We'll help you. I promise."

"Thanks daddy."

He let me go and my parents both looked at me.

"Can you please go? I want to think over this."

They both nodded and left my room.I slumped on the floor and cried. How could I cause so much pain to my parents? I was so selfish! An idea formed in my head. What if I left? My crying stopped. I could leave. Yeah, that's what I could do. I wouldn't have to go through the pain of facing Mark or the dissapointment of my parents. I stood up. I heard my parents talking together, and sadness filled every pore of my being. I walked toward my closet and pulled a few of my duffel bags out. I put all my stuff inside, and I sat down on my bed and looked over my room. It looked empty without the pictures and posters on the walls, the makeup on my dresser, and basically everything. It looked empty and sad. I walked to over to my mirror, seeing the girl in front of me. Blue eyes looked back at me, and I just stared. My eyes were puffy and swollen from crying. I was leaving. I laid on my bed and let sleep take over me. I would need it.

I woke up around mid night, and I grimaced. I had to go. I wrote my parents a letter saying goodbye, and I grabbed my duffel bags and put them in my car. I got in and stared at my house. There were so many memories, but I had to leave. A silent tear rolled down my cheek. I would miss them so much. I had left my phone at home, so they wouldn't call me like I knew they would. I sighed and turned on the car. I pulled out of the driveway and drove away. Not looking back once.

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Well I made this story for one of my closest friends. She doesn't have her real dad and even though it's not like everything about her, I'm dedicating this story to her. I love you Nancy.

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