Hello. How can I help you?
I stare at the screen for a few minutes before I finally type back. Maybe she can't help me. Maybe this is just my fate... I don't know.
Um. Hey. I'm pregnant. And.. I don't know what to do.
How far along are you?
I don't know. But I'm 14, and.. and what the baby's father raped me? No. I can't tell her that. She'd insist I tell my mom. But I can't. She'd kill me. I don't know who the father is. There that should save any more questions till I am ready to tell them. But will she believe me?
I panic as the three dots indicating that she is responding stay on screen for 3 minutes. This was a bad idea. Such a bad idea, I need to go.
I'm sorry sweetheart. Are you going to keep the baby or abort it or adoption? There are so many options but unfortunately since you are 14 we can't help you without a parent's consent. Have you spoke to your mother or father about this? Maybe a grandparent? Here's my number. 555-0134
I have to talk to a parent? I have no one. I can feel the tears burning at the back of my eyes and a sob threatening to escape from my throat. No. I can't cry not here. I copy down her number as tears begin their descend from my eyes despite my fighting to hold them back. I click off the website without saying goodbye and grab my stuff. I'm going home. I'll figure the rest out later.
