The Boy in the Hall

Chapter 19

Samara's P.O.V

"You have to tell the father." My therapists words scramble my mind. Tell Ty I'm pregnant? Yeah, good luck with that.

Now, I'm siting on his couch; feeling exactly like I knew I would. Awful.

"Okay, okay." He repeats over and over. I think he's going to have a stroke. "It's going to be okay." He says like he's not too sure of himself.

"We need to tell our parents." I say calmly.

"This isn't going to go very well for my mom!" He replies in a sort of yelling voice.

"And you think it will with mine?" I yell back. "You heard my parents. 'Don't think we're going to support you if you get pregnant.'" I leave out the last part. It's now the truth. "We need to figure this out." I say smoothly.

"Okay," he replies. Just then his mom walks in and I feel my heart drop. Shit! We are going to have to figure this out faster than I planned.

"Samara, hi," she says sweetly. "What's going on?"

"Um," I say slowly, I'm unsure of what to say.

"Samara's pregnant," Ty says angrily.

"What?!" She shouts. Ty stands up and leads he into the kitchen. I hear her continue to yell various words to him.

Ty's P.O.V

"What the hell did you do?" My mom whispers when we get to the kitchen, she leans against the counter, crosses her arms and gives me the 'I'm pissed at you' look. It's one of my personal favorites, behind the 'I'm disappointed' or 'really? Another dead goldfish?'

"I think you know what I did mom." I whisper back. A she smacks me on my shoulder. I jump and grab it to ease the pain.

"Don't you joke with me! This is serious Ty!" She paces back and forth making me even more nervous. "How did this happen? Don't answer that!" She turns sharply and points at me. "Don't answer that!"she repeats. She closes her eyes for a moment and then when she opens them she says,"do you realize what you did?" The words fall off her lips.

"I have, mom, I have." I try my best not to look directly at her, if I do... "I have thought of this completely. Back and forth, again and again."

"Ty, you're dying, and she's-"

"I know," I pause, I can't hear her say it "but right now I have her back." Thoughts rush like traffic through my head, making it hurt. "She's very scared and all alone right now, and she just needs me." I explain, but the words don't make sense to me at all. She's never needed anyone. She is used to being all alone.

I walk out of the kitchen with a glass of water and set it down beside her. "Thanks," she looks up at me her big brown eyes filled with pain. I grab her and hug her tightly,she doesn't resist. She quietly sobs into my shirt and we stay like this for what seems to be forever. I let go when she stops. Her eyes are red and puffy. She stares at me for a moment and leans in again, but not to cry. Our lips touch and I feel a shiver rush through me. God, I missed her so much! Her hand moves to my hair and she softly pulls on it making me moan softly. I can still feel tears coming, but I don't ever want to break away. Is it even possible to miss someone this much? We finally break apart. She stares at me with less of puffy eyes, her breathing has escalated and she just smiles the hardest she can at this moment. My mom walks in after that. She had just got off the phone with someone or else she was talking to herself, which could make sense at a time like this.

"Okay, what the hell are we going to do?" She says staring at both of us.

What are we going to do?

***

"Fuck," I shout sitting up to rub my head. Samara and I were laying in my bed together when I fell asleep. When I awake my head feels like it has an earthquake going on, and I had a terrible dream, but it seems as if its continuing. She's gone. I walk as slowly down the stairs as I can, trying not to wake up my mom. Samaras sitting on our couch looking down into her lap. I walk all the way to the couch before I realize what she's doing. She's cutting. She's cutting her wrists, right there; right in front of me. She quietly sobs and lifts the razor to start another line. I don't move or say anything to her I just watch. She starts to dig the razor into her beautiful skin and I finally say something. "That won't solve anything."

She jumps and flips around and our eyes lock. I walk around and sit right beside her. She wipes her eyes with her free of cuts hand. I grab the razor from her hand and put it on the table and then grab her wrists. "What are you doing?" She asks sadly with pleading eyes.

"Counting how many times you've needed me." I reply softly. I count thirteen relatively new scars and I feel sick. The room is spinning, and she just watches my every move. I look up after I have finished and rub the blood off her arm with my t-shirt. She leans in again and we kiss the room stops spinning. Soon she is on top of me kissing harder and harder each time. She goes for my pants and I grab her hands in shock. "What are you doing?"

"I'm already pregnant, there's not much else I can do." I nod in agreement because i dint want to argue anymore, and lead her up to my bedroom and closing the door behind us.

***

Samara's P.O.V

A few weeks pass and Ty and I are fine again. I'm now about three months pregnant and am going for a doctors appointment. Ty has a appointment scheduled too, for himself. We sit together in the chairs hand in hand and wait for what seems to be forever. This must be what it felt like for Ty to wait for me in the hospital. Nurses and doctors walk all around us clean shoes squeaking on the white floor.

"Ty James?" I hear and as I look up I see a sweet looking nurse in pink scrubs. She's holding a clips board and smiling sweetly at him. He stands up and kisses my hand before waking out the door with one more look at me, he's gone. I sit alone in the waiting room and when Ty's mom appears I wave at her. She takes Ty's spot beside me. A moment later my name is called by the same nurse I stand up and Ty's mom does the same. "I'm not missing this." She says in a whisper and I'm glad she wants to come. I told my parents about everything and they told me to get out and never come back. A few other words were said, but I don't like to say those words. Georgia has brought me my clothing and comes for dinner some days at Ty's house. I don't miss my parents.

The nurse leads us down a hallway to a room. It's a small room with two monitors. The nurse tells me to sit on the bed beside the one monitor and that the doctor will be in shortly. She leaves and we sit in pure silence.

There's a knock on the door and a man in dress shirt walks in. He's tall and has a dark beard that is camouflaged against his dark skin. "Hello, I'm doctor Russell," he shakes my hand and then Ty's moms hand. "How are you doing today?"

"Fine," I lie, but I'm really nervous about this. Ty's mom grabs my hand and I squeeze tightly. Dr. Russell doesn't hesitate to get to work. He lifts my shirt and puts some sort of jelly on my baby bump. Suddenly there is a knock at the door. Ty enters looking perfectly normal. He pulls up a chair beside me and grabs my other hand.

"What did I miss?" He asks quietly.

"Not much," I reply. We look at the monitor and Dr. Russell explains that the baby won't look like much, but we can definitely see it, just floating there. Perfectly.

"Would you like to know the sex?" He asks. Ty and I decided that he should know the gender, so if something happens he will know.

We leave the hospital and I immediately ask how his appointment went. "Fine," he says sweetly. "I get the results back in a week, but," he opens the envelope handed to us with the gender of our baby, "I do have these results." He stares at the results and smiles and looks at me.

"What does it say?" I ask pleading like a small child because this is going to kill me.

"Boy!" he begins happily, "I wish I could tell you but," I get what he's doing. "Girl! You think I'd fall for that? I will never tell you." His mom just laughs at him and I as I chase him and pin him to the car and we kiss. I wish my life was always this easy. Too bad it's not.