Beautiful Mistakes Book 1 - Worst Night Mare

Worst Night Mare : Pink Pulse

Chapter 1 - Worst Night Mare: Pink Pulse

I stood once again in front of the mirror, this was not strange most people look in the mirror every morning I am sure you do. Put what was different was I was holding the blue stick which was every sixteen year old girl's worst nightmare. Yep you got it I had the pregnancy test in my hand, I lay my hot forehead against the cold glass of the mirror, breathing out a sigh watching as the fog spread across the shiny surface. This has to be the longest three minutes of my life. I glanced at the clock to see only ten seconds to go. I looked down at the white circle which would in nine seconds time determine my faith. I grew inpatient as the deadly slow seconds ticked by. I started shaking it hoping it would become faster like the photos you have to shake to make them come. When I looked down with three seconds to go I found it was not the same this didn't work there was still no symbol.

I closed my eyes and heard the two ticks which meant I would now be able to see if I was indeed pregnant or not, and I couldn't open my eyes. Did I really want to know? Of course not, if I was then I would be the girl at school which became pregnant the same time as losing her virginity, and if I wasn't would I be upset, I had no clue. Finally I managed to open my eyes and lookdown to see. The little pink pulse "Shit!" I was pregnant. At least I wasn't one of those I girls who had no idea who the father was, no I knew. His name is Dan and he is my high school bad boy. I know kill me now.

I heard the front door shut and my father's voice rang through the house. "Izzy where are you?" I panicked I was not ready for my family to find out. We had enough problems without this as well; I heard the creek which meant he had reached the landing. I throw the test to the corner of my room, as the door opened. Act Casually I tried to tell myself. But I knew that you I liked me know if you try and act casually it you end up acting awkward and strange. "You ok darling?" my father was the best father in the world, he had brown hair which was going grey with the amount of stress in his life, he had to hold down to jobs, and look after my two brother and me. When I looked up to his remembering to be normal, his green eyes held concern "I am fine" it came out strained and anything but fine.

He nodded obviously not believing me, "Well if you want to tell me I will be down stairs, I need to sort out some bills" I nodded my family didn't have a lot of money only enough to live. My older brother had to drop out of college to work so dad could keep me in school, because if not I would have to dropped out to work to. So Jack now works at the garage down the road. I have a Saturday job at a cafe but doesn't pay that well. My other brother is only one and a half and I look after him when Jack and dad are at work, which is most of the time. Where is your mother? You may ask well she is in Hollywood with her new actor husband. I know bitch she still tries to see both Jack and I but we just tell her to piss of.

I nodded after dad had already left closing the door behind him. I went over and received my thrown test; I looked at once more to see the pink pulse still proudly sitting in the middle of white circle. I walked down the hall past my father's room and into the bathroom, throwing it in the bin. I turned to walk back to my room. When I paused with my hand on the door frame You Idiot I shouted at myself did I want either dad or Jack to find out? God No I ran back to the bin and fished out the dreaded stick. I then put it in my sweat pants pocket, and spirited down the stairs. Jumping the last two steps, "Izzy is that you?" asked Jack from the living room, dad and him would be in there with a bottle of beer each watching the football with Jamie playing with his toys of the floor in front of them, so they knew he was safe. Both my dad and brother were protective over both Jamie and I, and that is why I can't let them know about my pregnancy in till it is completely necessary.

I walked into the living room the stick in my pocket feeling red hot against my leg. I came and stood next to Jamie who was as cute as every other one and half year old. His blonde hair was curly, he had a cute button nose and his eyes were the same shade as my father. Were Jack and I had blue eye like are mother. Jack was tall, taller than most other nineteen year olds; his dark brown hair was stuck up with the gel he uses every morning. He was quite handsome if you can say that from a sister prospective. He was built rather like my dad, tall broad back and shoulders strong hands and arms. But with always a kind smile and a loving heart, nothing like my mother she had been a bitch from the start.