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Chapter 42 *Hand Me Down*
~Sophia
P-pre-pregnant?
The sound of the word is foreign to my mouth. The thought of being pregnant haven’t even visited my mind. Where did my dad get that? Oh, I’m not stupid to be pregnant while I’m still in high school. I have a lot of dreams, I can’t see myself with a child. Just visualizing it sends a shudder through my body. Such a creepy thought.
Beside me, Draky is as red as a strawberry. I don’t know if he’s controlling his self not to laugh or what. It looks like he’s not breathing.
Staring at him, that’s when I realize what my dad is implying. The heat starts to flood my cheeks, making me feel hot – inside and out. No wonder Draky is being like this – my dad accused him that he’s the father of my imaginary child.
I have a child – and Draky is the father. Oh God. Oh God. I’m hyperventilating. Never, I repeat, never in my mind I dreamed of Draky being a father to my child. It’s as if I daydream about things like that.
How can my father even think of that? Me, a mother at seventeen? Never!
“Dad!”
“What?” he asks angrily.
I can see the veins protruding, and that’s when I notice how mad he is. I can’t believe he’s really serious about this.
“Austin,” says my mom, trying to calm my dad.
I’m afraid his blood pressure will rise. Then I remember what my mom told me. My dad was sick. I can’t bear the thought of losing him.
“I.Am.Not.Pregnant.” All pair of eyes looks at me. “Iamnotpregnant,” I say, now more quickly, so it sounds like it’s just a single word.
“Why did you vomit then?” asks my dad.
“I ate mayonnaise,” I explain.
“But you’re allergic with mayo,” says my mom obviously.
“I know,” I mutter. “I accidentally ate it. That’s why I was sick.”
“Oh."
“I didn’t know you can be allergic with mayo,” Draky says thoughtfully.
“Well, I am. As a matter of fact, I think everyone have allergy with a specific food or a season, or anything. I don’t know.”
“It was a misunderstanding then,” my mom says, smiling sheepishly.
“That’s why you should have ask first,” I say disapprovingly.
“What?” asks my dad defensively. “Pregnant women tend to be sick when they smell something they don’t like, and eat something that will make them vomit.”
I feel embarrassed, sitting in the table with my parents and Draky while talking about something like this! I so want to vanish in this instant! I want to be invisible. Teenagers dreaded this part of their life when parents talk about these kinds of things. Talk about an awkward situation.
My dad gives me a small smile. "Sorry about that. It's just teenagers nowadays are unpredictable. I'm not saying that you're like them. It's -- I'm worried, because you're my daughter. And I only want what is the best for you."
"I know what my priorities are," I mumble. "I won't alter my life with wrong choices. And I know what's the consequences of that."
Why, o why, can’t we talk about this when Draky leaves?
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