Changes

Chapter 5

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"Have you told your mom yet?" I heard Emily say on the other end of the phone, panic starting to come up in her voice. "No, because there's no way its possible. Me and him had sex exactly twice. I told him I wanted to wait a little while for the next time after I realized we weren't using condoms. There's no way I can be.." I started stuttering, reassuring myself. "Hate to break it to you love, but there's a very good chance. I'm coming over," she said fast, hanging up. 

I laid down on my bed and started breathing heavy, trying to keep myself from crying. I missed my period about a week ago. I'm never late. But I can't be pregnant. Right? I'm a straight A student, captain of the soccer team, and a volleyball/ softball all star. I'm popular and a "good girl." I can't be pregnant. I started sobbing into my pillows. 

About fifteen minutes later, I heard the doorbell ring. I jumped off my bed and screamed, "I got it!" stumbling down the stairs. Emily was standing there with tissues, a Hershey Bar, and a brown paper bag. I grabbed her arm and ran to my room. I thanked God that my bathroom was connected to it and pulled her in. 

She pulled three pregnancy tests out of the paper bag and we both read the directions. "Okay. I can do this," I said more to myself than her, ripping open one of the boxes. She sat on my counter and opened the other two boxes and the box of tissues. I went over to the toilet, peed directly on the stick, and put the cap on it. I put it on the back of my toilet, washed my hands, and sat next to Emily. "Two minutes feels like ten years," she said, grabbing my hand. All I could manage was a nod. I jumped when her phone timer rang that two minutes was up. I looked at her and we both walked over to the toilet.

"No no no no!" I yelled and buried my face into her shirt, automatically starting to cry. "Relax. Uhhh umm uhhhh... Oh! There's always false positives!" Emily managed to say. I wiped my face and grabbed the other two tests and took both of them. Two minutes later, I was doing the same thing on my bed while she played with my hair, trying to calm me down. 

"How am I going to Dylan? OH MY GOD! How am I going to tell mom and dad?! How am I going.." I grabbed a pillow and screamed as loud as I could into it. I guess it didn't muffle the sound as much as I wanted it to because mom knocked on my door.

My heart started racing and I didn't know if I could compose myself. "Yes mom?" I choked out. "What's going on dear? Can I come in?" "I don't think that'd be smart right now," I stuttered out too fast. "Well, too bad. I'm coming anyway," she said, turning the door knob. I guess this is how mom will find out I thought, and turned my face way from the door into my pillow. 

"What the hell is going on here?" she said worried. Emily kept silent, me still on her lap crying. "I said what the hell is going on here!" mom yelled. "Mom. Look on my bathroom counter," I said calmer than I thought I would. I threw my pillow aside and sat up. "Um. Okay," my mom said and walked to my bathroom. Poor mom. What did she ever do to deserve this I thought. 

"Oh! Oh my! Who's are these!?" mom said, horror filling her voice. "They're mine mom," I said, strangely calmer than before. She walked out slowly, still holding the tests, and looked up at me. I looked at the ground. "But- you're a virgin," mom stumbled. "No.. I was mom," I said back, very quietly. Mom came and sat on the bed next to me, staring at the floor completely shocked. Then she turned to me and said, "I'm not mad. Its not like you planned this, right?" "No!" I interjected a little mad that she'd even think that, but she interrupted me with, "I just need to think about how to tell your father. And I need some time to process this myself. I'll think about a way we'll tell him in a few hours. You need to think about your options- and how to tell Dylan. I love you; I'm gonna- take a walk." And with that, my mom, in her perfectly polished heels and pencil skirt, was up and out of my room. 

"Well, that could've gone worse," Emily broke the silence about five minutes later. I groaned and rolled into my pillows. "Options!" I said, muffled. "And Dylan!" I yelled a little louder. "Hey, this isn't just your fault. He has the baby making stuff in his junk," Emily said to me. "I know, I know," I said, still into my pillows. I rolled over again and said "I just have to find the best way to tell him," into the air. Emily laid down next to me, when suddenly I sat up. She did almost as fast, worried, and I smiled a little. 

"There's a baby in here," I said softly, patting my stomach. She smiled a little too and said, "There really is."