MaLuke

Chapter 19

I made it to Kelly's house in less than fifteen minutes. I rang the door bell twice before a loud 'come on in' rang through the house. I pushed open the big hardwood door and shut it behind me silently.

The house inside was clean to the point of sparkling. You could easily tell that they liked antique and vintage furniture items. Everything in their house looked to be at least a century old. Old vintage couches that looked more for the eyes than for the body to sit on, and old vintage gas stoves and kettles, it was like going back in time.

I raced up the stairs to find her bedroom. I've never been to her house, despite the fact that I know where she lives. The floors were all made of pine, and vanished to give out the shiny look. Timber was the main component of the house.

"Where are you?" I called out through the corridor. There were at least six rooms, and I didn't want to intrude on anybody's room.

"Third door on your left." Came a soft croak from down the hall.

I speed-walked to the said door, and turned the knob. Her room was a mess. It looked like a cyclone came through here. Clothes strewn everywhere, cosmetics broken and spilled, shoes missing halves, and Kelly herself was the biggest mess of all. Her hair was damp and stuck to her face in an unhealthy way, making her look stick thin and malnourished. Her eyeliner and mascara was strewn across her face, making her look like a depressed ghost. And she really did resemble something less than alive.

"Kelly, what happened?" I asked as I went to sit by her, clearing her clothes to one side. I couldn't believe this was the girl I saw this morning. She looked like crap.

"Donald.... He broke up with me." She sobbed, burying her face into my shoulder. I could almost hear her heart breaking. The girl was crazy for Donald. She talked about him a lot, and from what I heard from her, he was a great guy. Until now.

"Why'd he do that?" I asked, sensing that this wasn't the only reason she literally tore her room apart. Although I could understand her anguish.

"Because....." She sobbed. Her voice caught in her throat. "Because he got me pregnant." She burst into a fit of tears, making my own heart crack. It hurt to know she was in pain.

"We'll get through this." I assured her. There was no sense in saying sorry to someone at a time like this. What's your apology going to do? It won't change anything, and at times like this, people don't need your sympathy. They need your support.

"Khaimon, what am I going to do?" She cried, her tears staining my shirt. I was well aware that I was still in my uniform, and it stank from perspiration of running. Damn you Zayn.

"Are you sure you're..."

"Yes." She cut me off. A small gesture of her head at the pregnancy test that lay on her dresser. She let out a cry again. "What am I going to tell my parents?"

"The truth. Tell them the truth. Sometimes the truth can save you. Yes, they will get mad at you, but you're still their daughter, and you'll pull through." I advised her the words of wisdom that my mother so often told me. I cherished every last one of those moments. And looked forward to any upcoming.

"What if they kick me out?" She mumbled, another sob catching in her throat.

"Then you can come and live with me." I reassured her. I had a soft spot for people who have no way out sometimes. I always liked to be the door that leads them out. It made me feel like I was doing something good with my life.

"You sure?" She smiled weakly up at me.

"Absolutely." I nodded, adding enthusiasm into my voice to lighten the dark mood that had settled around the room.