Why Him?

ChapterSix

I hid behind my hand, hoping SHE would not see me. If I hated anyone in this world, it was HER. Why now?!?!? My hiding failed.

"Callie!" She walked over to me. I stood up and hugged her, a fake smile plastered on my face.

Tara Landon.

Tara is John's older sister. She is twenty-two years old, goes to school in New York, she is a gifted pianist. She's always smiling and is really sweet. But she is a total hypocrite, shes very judgemental, and she hates me. Ever since John told his mother he was moving in with me, Tara has been living with Mrs. Landon. She hates me because I "stole" John. It's not my fault that Mrs. Landon is an alcoholic who can't care for herself, it's hers. John was going to leave next year for college anyways. Tara also hates when John gets more attention than her, and well he's having his first child so his news is more exciting than her playing the piano at some concert.

I sat back down at the table, trying to avoid eye contact.

"Mom, this is John's sister Tara. Tara, this is my mother Holly."

Tara smiled really big, and told her it was nice to meet her. They shook hands and I asked her who she was here with. "My mother. She is checking into rehab tomorrow and she wanted some decent food before going." I glared at her. "And you didn't bother to call me or John? Maybe he wants to see her before she leaves? Did you think of that Tara? No you didn't because you're so pissed off that you have to help out with your mom, that you'd do anything to dump her somewhere and just leave!"

Her smile faded and she narrowed her eyes at me. Oh no why did I just say that? Damn hormones!

"Excuse me? Maybe John wants to see her? Are you kidding me? You guys dumped her on me and lef..."

"Tara, he has to work. You may have everything handed to you in life, bit John and I are trying to be responsible. You have NO reason to be angry with us. John has been handling your mother for years now because you and your father expected him to while y'all had a life. So you are excused Tara, and you should leave before I kick your ass."

My mother sat silent with her jaw on the floor.

"Callie you may be pregnant, but that's not anything to be proud of, you are a child. You shouldn't be getting married and John wouldn't have to worry about a job if you didn't spread your legs to everyone. So go ahead be responsible, but you wouldn't have to be if you weren't such a slut."

I cleared my throat and stood.

"at least I'm not a murderer. You aborted your child. So don't call me a slut. How old were you again when that happened? Oh yes I remember! Thirteen. And your baby daddy was

Married. So don't call me a slut you home wrecking whore!"

One of the staff members came and asked if there was a problem. I shook my head and walked out the door. My mother quickly followed. I got in the car and slammed the door. When my mother slid into the drivers seat she very calmly asked me if I was ok.ci nodded. How could Tara be such a jerk! She thinks she's better than me? Well she's very wrong. All that

Tara has going for her is the piano. I have my entire life ahead of me. I can't help but think I'm trying to convince myself that my life is going to be normal. It's not. I'm 15 and I'm going to give birth. I'm an awful person. I started silent crying. My mom didnt notice, she just kept driving. I want John!

ONE WEEK LATER

Today I am 13 weeks. Which means, I'm entering my second trimester, and I definitely noticed. When I woke up this morning I went to the bathroom, and did a double take as I passed the