14, pregnant and rejected.

Chapter 6

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*Recap*

'Thank you so much for all of your support! I'll see you around.'' I quietly shut the door behind me and was off to my next lesson straight away.
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The day had gone by sluggishly and I was glad to be back home. The warmth of my room enveloped me as I lay silently on my bed. Once again, I was alone as my mum was currently out shopping.

I kept telling myself that the next time I saw my mum, I was going to let her know about everything. The pregnancy was not something I was prepared to keep hidden from her - not that I would've been able to anyway. My mum always looked over me as if I were still a newborn baby. She loved me dearly, so hopefully, she will take the news well.

I decided that lying there doing nothing was so unproductive that it motivated me to get up and go for a walk. I hadn't been for a while and it would be a great way to relieve my stress.

I quickly changed into my running gear and headed out the door, making sure I left the key in case my mum was to come home.

20 minutes of walking later, I was out of breath. Luckily, I had only circled the village and was close to home now anyway. It must be the baby. I would have never struggled with this short route before. I was very fit compared to some other girls my age and was even able to run track in the summer.

Whilst approaching my house, my body stopped dead in its tracks. Not only was my mum's car in the driveway, but my dad's was too. I wanted to carry on running forever until I could escape this situation, but my heart urged me forward. I knew the best thing to do was to tell them. For the both of us.

I tried to write a script in my mind as to how it would all work out, but it was no use. I would forget the previous line after every step I took. Finally, I reached the front door. Knowing that I wouldn't need to fetch the keys, I walked straight in.

''Hello my darling!'' My mum proclaimed. ''How have you been today? I haven't seen you in a long time.'' She blubbered on for a while and when I didn't answer any of her questions, she began to get more and more suspicious.

''Are you okay? Is something bothering you? You know you can talk to us!''

This was my moment.

''Yes, actually. I need to speak to both you and Dad.. It's very urgent.''

My Dad came rushing in at the sound of his own name. He'd always done this, but today, he did it with purpose, rather than aimlessly wandering through the house.

''Come and sit with us in the living room. We can discuss this in there.'' I was glad he offered as they would most likely need a seat after this news.

I approached the sofa and sat down precariously, wanting them to understand that this was really important to me and was a situation that they should handle with care.

''Umm..well..I-I...'' I stuttered.

'Darling, we haven't got all day. You're going to have to tell us now or later.'' I didn't want that. But I didn't want to be rushed either. I chose the former option.

''...I'm pregnant.'' I blurted out, instantly regretting my decision after seeing their reactions. A look of hopelessness and distraught was plastered across both of their faces. A deafening silence lay heavily in the atmosphere.

''No...no you're not. NO.'' My mum denied. I wish that I could tell her it was a joke. I wish that I could tell her that it would all be okay. But I couldn't pretend anymore. This was the right decision for my future. For OUR future.

My father, still stunned and obliviously numbed with fear choked out the two words that I was not expecting. The words that I would only dream came out of the mouths of and parents.

''Get out.'' He said, his expressionless face somehow showing complete seriousness.

''Get out." My mum repeated, but she said it through a snarl; her gritted teeth showing anger and disappointment. But still, I sat there, contemplating whether or not they actually wanted me to leave.

After a few minutes of complete stillness, my mum interrupted. ''GET OUT!'' This time she was shouting, spitting out the words between low, muffled sobs. I knew she was not kidding. The way she shot up and came towards me was terrifying. I felt as if I were under attack - which, emotionally, I was.

As if in slow motion, I gradually stood up and tiptoed out of the room; afraid to disturb the uncomfortable tension surrounding us in the room.

Before reaching the exit, I glanced over my shoulder at my parents, but they still remained in their seats, looking solemnly towards the floor. I felt like begging them not to do this, but that would only plead my weakness further. I turned back around and strode forwards.

After closing the door behind me, my knees buckled and I fell gracefully to the ground. My shoulders moved rhythmically, in time with my loud, exhausted cries.

I only had two options now. There was only two places that I could go. Jake's house or the streets.

If I were to meet with Jake again, I would have to explain. I would have to tell him about the baby and my parents' reaction. But if I were choose the streets, I would have no where to sleep. No money. No extra clothes. No food. And no care for the baby. I didn't even need to think about this decision.

Of course I was going to Jake's.

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