I was in a daze when I walked back to my car. Walking slowly, pondering what was going to happen. I was going to have to have this baby. Which means I would have to tell my parents how I got pregnant. My teachers. Leslie. Him. I didn't have a choice. I've come to realize you don't really have a choice in anything. The only thing you can choice is what you're risking your life for. And I've had enough risks and scares to last a life time. I can't be here. I need to leave. Go somewhere far...far away from here. I looked out my car window and stared at the sunset. The warm colors swathing me in a blanket. I needed to tell him first. I needed to tell him. I needed to see his revolting eyes as I told him what he did to me. I needed to see his face pale in fear. My phone rang, shocking me out of my stupor. It was Jasper, my brother. I answered the phone with quivering fingers.
"Hey Jasper.""Hey Everly. What's up? I haven't talked to you in so long."
I didn't say anything. There wasn't anything to say.
"Eve, you there?"
I hung up the phone. I made my choice and now I had to live with it. I knew where Mr. Kasslin lived so I started my car and started driving to him. When I reached his house, a one story white brick square house, I didn't hesitate. I ran up the steps and banged on his door. The second he opened it, I pushed it wide, walked in, and slammed the door shut behind me. His face registered shock but his voice kept his sly sound. "Well well well, what a nice surprise, Everly."
"I'm pregnant. It's yours. I'm not asking for anything. I don't even know why I'm here myself. But I am. The only thing I do know is that I'm terrified. I've been through a lot of shit in my life. And I didn't ask for the life that I was given, but it was given to me all the same. And with it I've done my best. I know I'm fucked up. I know my life will amount to nothing and that I'm a complete screw up. I know that when I die my name will soon be forgotten. But I've had things happen to me. Things I don't even want to describe. And you played a part in this. I'm leaving. I don't know where. Goodbye Mr. Kasslin." I gave him a one finger salute and slammed the door in his horrified face. But not before I heard him softly utter my name.
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Ficção AdolescenteEverly Robinson is starting her second year of high school with a huge secret. One that nobody knows....nobody except him.