A Broken Life

Chapter 9

It's been a week and I still haven't talked to Jackson since the day I told him I was pregnant. I told my aunt at dinner the night she came home. My aunt is like my best girl friend. She's so helpful, and she's 25, which I think is still young, but she has an attitude of an eighteen year old. When I told her I was pregnant she started crying, she then told me she was happy for me, but she was bummed that I got pregnant before her. But I mean come on, it's not like I planned this, or even wanted it to happen. We talked about how excited she was, and set up this whole image of a perfect life I'd have when the baby's born. I can't really see it as perfect, but I'm starting to grow on the idea of being a mother. Yes, it scares the hell out of me but the thought of this baby makes me happy.

"So I scheduled an appointment, but they aren't free for two weeks." Aunt Thea expresses in disbelief.

I sit on the couch watching The 100, one hand on my flat stomach. My aunt walks in and plops onto the couch. "Geez should you be watching this?" She flinches, and frowns in disgust as an axe flies into the guy's head.

"Thea I think you're forgetting, I'm 17, I can handle it."

"Yeah but you have a child now! This violence is bad for the baby." She exclaims dramatically. I laugh to myself and hand her the remote. She smiles and starts flipping thorough the channels. My phone buzzes in my butt pocket of my jeans and I hesitantly check my phone. When I said I haven't talked to Jackson in a week, I mainly meant that neither of us have made an attempt to contact each other.

Tommie: Hey Elli bear! Havn't tlked 2 u in awhile.

Ok come on, how hard is it to just text normally? I decide not to text him, and my screen lingers with Jacksons contact. Should I call him? Maybe I should text him. No, he hasn't contacted me for a reason. He found it as a way to escape. I gave him the chance, and he realized it's the best for him.

I turn to look at my aunt. She claims that we could be mistaken for twins, and I laugh every time she tells me this. Yeah sure we have the same colored hair, but she is much prettier than me, and our facial appearance just don't look alike. She plays with her medium length hair with her right hand as she flips through the channel with the remote in her left hand.

"Soooooooo....." My aunt casually flips through the channel until settling on Property Brothers.

"So?"

She turns to me, and looks like some preppy teenager about to tell me some super secret. "I know it's none of my business buuuut.... Who's the guy?"

I freeze at the question, hoping she wouldn't have brought it up. I clear my throat, "What guy?"

"Come on Giselle! You know exactly 'what guy' I'm talking about. Please, it's been killing me not being able to know."

I pause. This shouldn't even be a big deal. I guess I just want to forget about him, and not have to worry about us being an "us". I can be the mother and the father. When my child asks me "Hey mommy, who's my dad?" I'll just say me. ...Yeah....

My aunt stares at me patiently waiting for me to respond. "Um so you know Tommie right?"

"Oh my gosh! The egotistical jerk got you pregnant!?!?" My butt vibrates, and I check it seeing something that makes my blood drain from my whole body and is replaced by mortification.

Call Ended: Tommie

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Shit....I really hope he didn't hear any of that.