The Emptiness

Vulnerable- Secondhand Serenade

My father's car pulled up outside of a huge mansion-like house. He pulled into the garage and parked the car. "What do you think?" my father asked as we walked into the room connected to the garage, in this case, the kitchen.

I was too awestruck to answer. The counter top was marble the paint on the cabinets was shining and the ground was sparkling like a thousand diamonds.

I hoisted my bag up on my shoulder. "Gorgeous."

"The bathroom is the room over there." He pointed. "Also upstairs. My room is down here."

He paused and started walking forward to show me everything. "The study room, partial library," he added and I smiled due to how much I loved reading.

"The living room," he said before walking upstairs. "Game room." I saw a bunch of football games and laughed.

"What?"

"It's just that this is such a man cave." He chuckled and pulled down on a small rope the hung from the corner of the ceiling.

There was a big rectangle in the ceiling that indicated that the pulled down into an attic-type place. Stairs emerged from the rectangle when he pulled it down. "Sorry, but the attic is your room. It's the biggest space and this is a one room house. I -uh-....sorry about the clutter."

I looked around. An empty can of paint on the floor, newspapers, waterbottles, paperplates, garbage bags, and much more. He picked up the newspapers. The walls were navy blue with silver stars. The bed comforter was a deep purple and the carpeting was black.

Their was a small T.V. in the corner, a xBox and a dresser. I put my bag down on my new bed and said thanks. He nodded and went downstairs. I sat down on my bed and let a few tears fall.

I grabbed my clothes and put them away. I put my essentials on the dresser top and cleaned up a few things. "Mmhmm," I moaned as I flopped down on my bed a realized how tired I was.

I took a quick nap which resulted in me waking up at twelve AM and walking downstairs to get a midnight snack. I grabbed a package of Oreos and a few chocolate chip cookies. I could tell my cravings were really kicking in. I crept upstairs and ate everything. I changed into loose sweatpants and batman t-shirt. My phone rang and I picked it up.

"Hello?" I already knew it was Andy and I was shaking with nervousness.

"Hey. What are you doing?"

"Im at my real, actual dad's house. I met him today," I replied and sunk under the covers.

"Whatever. I'm coming home this week so get yourself ready for me." As if, I wanted to reply.

"Andy." I blurted it out. "Im pregnant." And hung up.

I started sobbing, tears streamed down my face, staining my cheeks with red, making them puffy. I was sobbing and shaking with fear and nervousness. My phone rang again and again. I eventually accidently fell out of my bed and onto the floor. I layed there, broken and stressed.

***

I woke up that morning with more than 30 emails from Andy. I didn't bother to check any. I was fairly certain that they, more or less, said the same thing.

I grabbed some clothes I opened my "door" and walked down the stairs. I went into the bathroom and luckily my dad wasn't there. It wasn't that I didn't want to see him, I just didn't want him to face the wrath of my morning fury. I was NOT a morning person.

I turning on the water and looked in the mirror. You know how everyone says that you have a certain glow when you're pregnant? Yeah, that wasn't true because as of right now, I looked horrible. I was a sickening shade of pale, I had bags under my eyes, and although I was supposed to gain weight when I was pregnant, an almost anorexic-like body. Which I would know, since I've lived it.

I stripped my clothes and stepped in the burning hot shower. I washed my hair and shaved. After stepping out of the shower and wrapping the towel around me, my father knocked on the door. "I made some pancakes but I have to get to work so, I'll be gone in a few minutes."

I quickly put on my clothes, a pair on dark blue, paint-splattered jeggings and a black v-neck. I stepped out of the steam-filled bathroom with a towel wrapped around my blonde hair. My dad was still standing outside the door, a big grin on his face. "You look just like your mother. So beatiful."

There was an awkward moment of silence before I said thanks and walked down stairs with him. I never wanted to be compared to my mother, one: because she was sweet, and would never let herself get pregnant. And two was because she was completely and utterly gorgeous, with big baby blue eyes, tiny silhouette, and platinum blonde hair. I ate some of my pancake and he left before my stomach decided it couldn't keep it down anymore.

I called my dad and told him I wasn't going to school because I threw up. I layed down on the couch and stared up at the ceiling when I heard a knock at the door. I jumped off the couch at the chance to actually do something. It surprised me to see who it was.

"Axel?... How do you know where I lived?"

He glared at me hard like I did something wrong. "You think I don't know your pregnant? Being that bestfriend of the one who got you pregnant has it's perks, Snow. He called me crying. Crying. Have you ever seen Andy crying?! No. You're making him vulnerable."

"You act like it's my fault!" I nearly screamed. I knew I shouldn't be screaming at a gang member, especially one with a gun sticking out of the waistband of his pants, but I blamed it on the pregnancy hormones. "I didn't ask for this, Axel! I have a person inside of me! I don't want this kind of life!" I screamed, sobbing. I sank down to the floor and pulled my knees up to my chest. I sobbed and sobbed.

Axel kneeled down beside me and grabbed my hand. "You'll get through this, Snow. You're a smart girl."

I couldn't manage to get the words 'No I'm not' out of my mouth and he noticed that. A smart girl would nott get pregnant at 18. "Its gonna be okay." I shook my head hard, giving myself a headache. He picked me up in his arms and carried me to the couch. He sat in the seat next to me for a few uncomfortable minutes. Before getting up and leaving.

"You're a smart girl, Snow" echoed through my head again again.

A.N.- If you think it's short I don't care Yup:) Sorry it took so long to get this one out. I was in New York for a few days and saw Train and Maroon 5 in Saratoga Springs!!!! Woo! Okay well...

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