The Forgotten

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Allison's P.O.V

The doctor told me I was pregnant. I wanted to just die. Billie will hate me. This is all my fault. We should have used protection. How could we have forgotten? This is what I wanted. But, not so soon. How will Billie react? What will Mike do? What will Trè do? Trè came in a few minutes after I found out. The doctor went to tell Billie and Mike. They were in the waiting room. Trè is sitting at the foot of the bed, trying to get me to stop crying.

"It's okay Allison. Billie loves you. He will be happy. Just calm down" he said. Would Billie be happy? Does he love me? Will he hate me? Will he leave me?

"He's gonna l-leave m-me" I sobbed. I felt like I was gonna puke again. But the doctors have figures out how to keep food in me. I'm bulimic. So I guess i'm gonna learn how to be fat. This sucks ass. I don't know how to keep food in my stomach if I've been puking it up for years now, and even worse, i'm gonna have to tell Billie, Trè, and Mike. I'm gonna have to tell them that I've tried various things, I've taken anti depression pills, I've tried to kill myself numerous times, I cut, i'm bulimic, and anorexic. Why? Why does this have to be me?!

"Allison, he isn't going to leave. I know Billie. He loves you so much. Please, just calm down. It's so hard to see you like this. You're such a strong girl, yet you're over here crying. I don't know how to react" Trè whispered the last part. I looked up at him and wiped my face with the back of my hand. He looked up at me and smiled, it wasn't a happy 'hey i'm Trè' smile, it was a sad 'everything will work out' smile. I heard talking out side of the door. It was the doctor, he stepped in the room with a smile.

"Well Allison, I told Billie and Mike that you are pregnant. Billie was thrilled! Mike was shocked, but I assured him everything was okay. Now you are only 68 pounds. Did you know that? That's not healthy for a 17 rear old girl, especially one that's expecting. Do you have a history of bulimia? Or anorexia?" The doctor told me. I had gotten way out of hand. 68 pounds? That's crazy. I said I would stop at 80. I looked up at the doctor and nodded. He smiled sadly. He took a few notes and walked out. I looked at Trè who was about to cry.

"I'm so sorry Trè" I whispered. He broke down. Now this is something you don't see often. Trè crying? Trè? No. That's not normal. I crawled over to him and held him in a right hug. He wrapped his arms around me. Holding me like if he let go, I'd break.

"It's okay. We'll get through this. Okay?" He asked looking up at me. He pulled back and I laid my head back down on the pillow. And drifted off to sleep.

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Billie's P.O.V

I know i'm supposed to be all surprised by this, but I mean, I want this! I want kids! And with Allison? Even better! I love her and this is just going to be amazing. Is she okay with it? Is she scared? Surprised? Mad? I was thinking about going to see her. But, i'm scared if she will want an abortion. I would not be able to live with myself if I know we made a precious baby but Allison didn't want to keep it. But this is my decision to, right?

"Are you mad?" I asked Mike. I had taken a minute to step back from him. I k ow how much he loves Allison. But I don't want him to strangle me. He looked up at me from the chair he was sitting in. I had been pacing back in forth in the waiting room. He smiled and shook his head no. I let out a sigh of relief.

"No, i'm not mad. Just kinda mad that she's going through this puking and all. Plus the baby. It's not going to survive if we can't get food in her. Just please, don't let her do this on her own" he said. I looked at his blue eyes that were the same as Allison's. I smiled and nodded. Letting him know I would never leave her.

"Are we allowed to go see her?" I asked Mike. He looked at me and nodded. "Do you?" I asked. He nodded again and stood up from his chair. He towered over me by a few inches. I felt so short though. We walked through the long white hallways and stopped at door 372. I knocked lightly and walked in. Allison curled up into a ball, she looked better. Her face wasn't as sunken in. It was still hard to look at her. She looked to helpless. I walked over to the bed so she could see me. Her eyes were red, letting me know she had been crying.