How To Live Dead

Chapter 4: Bye-Bye

                               Kimberly:

        "What?" I say. "Speak up,"

     "I-I'm pregnant," she said, this time louder. She looked up at me.

     I guess she expected me to blow up or something. But I stayed clam. But, she's pregnant? How could she?

      "What do you mean?" My tone was normal. I took a deep breath, so I wouldn't overreacted.

      "I mean I'm pregnant, honey." She came up to me, & smoothed my hair. "Your going to have a baby brother or sister."

    "Don't touch me," I said, irritated. She stepped back.

     "How are you pregnant?" I say, boiling. I couldn't control myself.

     "Never mind that." she said.

  "What do you mean, never mind?" Don't I have the right to know what's going on? Do you have a boyfriend?" I blurted.

    She shook her head.

     "Then who got you pregnant? Tell me!" I demanded.

    "Honey, that's none of your concern..."

    "It damn sure is!" I said, interrupting her.

     She sighed. "Look, I understand why you're curious. But...."

    "Mom, why can't I know? Its not like I'm 6 or something!"

      "Yes, you aren't but you woulodn't understand."

     "You're right," I say. "I wouldn't understand how my mom wouldn't tell me anything. You think I'm never going to understand the concepts of life. I'm 17! And your treating me like I'm 5!"

     She sighed. "I didn't want to tell you because you'll overreact."

    What....the...hell?

    "Says the one who overreacts too much," I say bitterly.

     "Damn it, that's it," my mom stood up, & took her bag, & coat. "I'm leaving."

      I was stunned. "What do you mean, you're leaving."

     "I'M LEAVING! That's what  I mean. I can't put up with your ass. I'm going."

     What?! She can't do this!

     "Mom! Please! Don't! I need you!"

     She turns around. "No," she says. "You don't. I'm a screwed up women. You & I both know that all I do is shit. You don't need that, honey. Nobody does."

    "Mom," i said, tears prickling down. "NO! Please don't go! How will I feed myself, take care of myself---" I trailed off, picturing myself as a homeless person on the streets. I shuddered.

    "You'll stay at Aunt Taha's house. Pack your bags." she called.

     Aunt Tasha's house? Well, at least I wasn't staying at my uncle's house. Urgh. He was a horrible man.

     I watched my mom go. "Am I going to see you..ever?" I called to her.

     She turned, & shook her head.

    I called Aunt Tasha & told what happened.  I  cried alot while I was talking. Aunt Tasha wasn't;t that all surprised. "She wanted to leave you, for you to have a better lifestyle."