Living After Abortion (Adopted by Jennifer Lawrence Fanfic)

(48) thanksgiving

•Maddie's POV•

"Going out tonight
Changes into something red
Her mother doesn't like that kind of dress
Everything she never had she's showing off..."

I turn down the volume on the radio and look over at Jen.

"What do you guys usually do for Thanksgiving anyways?"

She shows a small smile, "Well we cook a little the day before, which Karen already did, but Thanksgiving day is a busy one. If I'm not helping my mom in the kitchen, then I'm playing football with my brothers." She laughs a little, "Okay, so I usually just play football, because my mom doesn't really want my help in the kitchen."

My phone buzzes, signaling that I got another text from Willow.

She's been asking me nonstop if I'm okay ever since she found out that I passed out. I'm really lucky to have friends that care this much.

But, I haven't exactly told her the whole truth, just that I passed out. She doesn't know anything else.

"Who's that?"  Jen asks, changing the radio station.

"Willow," I put my phone down, "She's worried about me."

Jen slams on her brakes and yells a few not very nice words at the car in front of us.

I stifle a laugh as she apologizes.

"Anyways," she sighs as we pass by the car that cut her off, "What did she say when you told her about what happened?"

"Um, well I haven't exactly told her yet..."

"Okay." Jen glances over at me, "You know that eventually you will have too, right?"

"Maybe not." I shrug my shoulders.

"Do you not want Willow knowing about what happened?" She questions, mildly shocked.

I roll my eyes, "I can't exactly tell her." She raises her eyebrows. "She'll treat me like some charity case!"

Jen exhales loudly, "You should have told her." She adds, "It will only hurt her when she finds out you weren't honest."

"Then she's just gonna get her feelings hurt." I turn towards the window, "I don't want everyone knowing."

"Knowing what?" She raises her voice. "That you met your birth mom?" Jen scoffs, "That she didn't tell you that she's the one who gave birth to you?"

I was not expecting that.

"People are going to find out sooner or later, Maddie. And it's stupid of you to take out what you're feeling on your friends. They only want what's best for you and you owe it to them to be honest."

My eyes sting, "Could you be any harsher?" I look at her, "Maybe I don't want to tell everyone, because maybe I'm not ready. News flash, but not many things about my personal life are very personal."

My mind flashes to my adoption story, the mild abusive boyfriend Jen had and my relationship with Romeo. I'm twelve years old, have hardly done anything with my life, and yet so many people know about these things that are supposed to be personal.