I'm pregnant... I'm 14 years old and I'm pregnant... I let that sink in as I stared into the mirror. Mom was gonna kill me, Christian would disown me, and Nicole, poor Nicole. I didn't even want to imagine what would happen to my sweet innocent sister. I look down at my stomach and place my hands on where I thought the baby should be. I'm so sorry...
The next day at school, everything seemed different. I went through the routine, but I avoided Renee' and Hannah. I couldn't face them, not now, maybe never again. How long could I hide this?
I couldn't answer that. Maybe I should talk to someone? But who? I didn't know. No one could be trusted with that kind of information. What if they asked about the baby's father?
During lunch I snuck off to the library to do some research. Looking for information or something, anything that could help me figure out what to do. Someone tapped me on the shoulder and I spun around. Christian. Fuck..
"What are you doing here?" He peeked at my screen before I could exit out of it. "Teen pregnancy? Good God Lynn what are you doing?!"
"Umm... Uh... I can explain.. Its for... Health class?" It sounded more like a question then a statement even to him. But it seemed to do because he walked away slowly. God that was close.
I quickly grabbed my things and left. Walking back into 4th period, I began to feel ill again. Probably due to the fact I haven't eaten today, but then I remembered. Oh. The baby. I needed to figure out what to do about that. I decided to leave school early that day and walk home. No one would notice. And I needed to get to the public library to find someone to help me. Anyone.
It takes five minutes to get to the library from the high school. Pretty easy right? Not when you are paranoid. Every cop that drove by me made my heart stop beating. I needed to come up with a story, but in this town the cops know better. And they know my mom all too well..
I arrive at the library at approximately 12:47 pm. School gets out at 2:45. Plenty of time. I get on my nearest computer and google search teen pregnancy support groups around Greenlake, South Carolina. Such a small town we aren't even on the map. But we are about 28 minutes away from Charleston and that's where mom works and gets drunk.
Go figure the closest thing is in Charleston. I can't afford a bus ticket there. Not when Aaron stole all my cash before he left.
I find a website to talk to a counselor on teen pregnancy and click on it.
