Truth kept

Chapter three - Scared

I slowely got up, and walked over to the other side of the room, not taking my eye off of the broken condom on the floor. I pushed my back up against the wall, and stood there with my mouth still wide open.

"Baby you can close your mouth now, the night is over," Mitch laughed

I sank to the floor, and didn't even care that I was butt naked. What happened? Why did it brake? What have I done?

These were the questions that were raping my brain. He came and sat with me and put his arms around my shaking body.

"What on earth is the matter babe?" he asked.

I wanted to tell him, but I know that he'll immediatly start blaming it on himself, and he'll feel ever so guilty and keep on asking wether im p-p-p-pregnant.

Even when I thought of being pregnant, my mind felt like it was about to explode, all the things i'll have to give up, and all things I'll have to buy, the responsabilities.

I know that if I am pregnant I'll have to keep it. I can never think of getting rid of it, that would be like murder in my mind, and if I can give birth to the baby, im going to keep it to. Why am I thinking about all of this? What if I'm not pregnant and my mind will tell me I am, and get me all worked up over nothing!

"Babe I have to get home," I told him as I gave him a kiss.

I gathered up all my clothes and kicked the condom under the bed, hoping he would never find it. I put on my clothes and fixed my hair, transforming it from a birds-nest to a neat and tidy ponytail. "Babe, do you have any talcum powder?"

"Oooh kinky, I like it," he winked and stood up, showing off all his glory. "On the top shelf in the bathroom, shall I stay like this then?"

I rolled my eyes and took a quick peak at his... friend. I should be proud to have a baby-dady looking like that right? Well... I know I do. I walked into the bathroom, slipping on my clothing from the previous night. I took a handful of the white powder and dabbed it onto my head, not rubbing it in as it will just look utterly greasy.

I took a deep breath and entered back into the bedroom. I gave Mitch a big hug and last kiss, took one more look under the bed and walked off, out the door and down the street.

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I got home to see an angry mum sat on the sofa with a piece of paper in her hand. She looked up at me and pointed her finger at me telling me to come here.

She handed me the paper and made me read it.

Dear Mr and Mrs Losting,

I am writing to inform you on your daughter's poor grades at school. She isn't doing as well as she used to and her grades have dropped dramatically. In english she is working at a poor D grade, and in maths she is working at a C- 

I hope that she improves, otherwise she might have to attend summer school to catch up so she might actually have a chance of doing well in her exams. We know that she has pottential in doing well. I hope that she improves.

Your sincerly

Prinicpal Dornton

But right now all that was on my mind is the possible baby to be.