Orphans

What If

"Can I help you?" I repeated. "Sandy wants to see you." She said. "Okay..." We stared at her. Then she left. "That was... Awkward." I said. "Yeah. I wonder what her beef is with you? I mean, I know she lost her parents but.... She doesn't have to act like a bit---" Anais started. "BABY!!! LANGUAGE!!!" I yelled. "Bitter... Lemon?" She said. "What?" She shrugged. "I have a question. What's it like to be a teen mom?" "I dunno. It kind of sucks... But it makes me feel mature in a way." I said while taking Stryker out of the stroller. "Do you ever... Regret... ya know..." I put Stryker in his crib. I stood there and stared at him. He was playing with his stuffed bear, Pumpernickel. I turned around, and my eyes were a bit teary. "I do." I said. She nodded and looked at her lap. She looked up, now her eyes were teary. "I'm so proud of you." She said, her voice shaky. I giggled. A tear rolled down my cheek and I wiped it off. "I'm gonna go talk to Sandy now."

"Sandy?" I asked. "Hi, Selena." "You asked for me?" "Yeah... We need to talk." I gasped. "Are you breaking up with me?" I asked. We laughed. Then Sandy stared at me. "Selena.... Raini left." She said. I stopped laughing. "What? What do you mean she left?" I asked. "She... Left to go get the mail but... She didn't come back. One of the other girls, Karen, saw her walking away." I started to pace. "What? Did Karen not go TALK to her or something?" I asked. "Yeah, she did. She said that she was just... Leaving." I started to tear up. I was pacing still, and I put my hands on my head. "Did she say if she was coming back?" I asked. Sandy shook her head. "Did she... Say why?" My voice quivered. Sandy shook her head again. I nodded. "Okay. I'm going to go into my room.." I ran to my room and slammed the door behind me. I gasped. "Anais, I forgot you were in here." I sniffed. "What's wrong?" I shook my head. "I need you to take Stryker and go to your room. Please." I paced. She grabbed him and left. I locked the door behind her. I slumped down. "Stop. There's a chance she'll come back." I said. I stifled a cry. Then I shook my head. "STOP." I looked at her bed. I stood up and grabbed her blanket. I threw it. I threw her pillows too and her sheets. I collapsed onto the bed. I looked at the ceiling. "What if she doesn't come back?" I screamed.