Pregnant Little Liars

Daddy

Three days later
*Aria's POV*

Today's the day I tell my parents about my pregnancy, and I'm terrified.

I spent the last few nights at Ezra's house because I couldn't bear to go home and face the guilt of not telling them.

Ezra and I sit down to a nice hot breakfast of eggs, toast, and bacon, his attempt at lifting my spirits.
Ezra eats in silence, and I pick around at my untouched eggs and half eaten toast.

"Aria, just Relax" Ezra says putting his fork down. "I know this is really hard, but whatever happens, it will be alright." He reaches his hand across the table and over to mine.

I give him a half smile. I want to believe him so badly, but something inside me makes me unsure.

"How can you be so sure?" I ask nervously, trying to prevent myself from crying. "My mom might take it okay, but you don't know what my dad is like!"

Ezra sighs "I know, I know. I'm just trying to stay positive for you." He kisses my temple. I smile.

"I appreciate it. Thank you."

One hour later

Ezra's car pulls up the long, steep driveway to my house. He offered to drop me off at my parents house since I was in no shape to do so myself, but we both agreed it would be best for him not to stay. My parents aren't exactly fond of Ezra, and I didn't want him to get the blame for something that resulted from my own stupid decisions. My body is shaking ferociously. I try to make it stop, but it's no use. I start to feel sick to my stomach just thinking about the worst possible outcome. I squeeze my eyes closed, hoping to wish the feeling away.

I wipe my sweaty brow and shake out my hands. I glance at my reflection in the rear-view mirror, and take long slow breaths to calm myself down.

"You can do this." I talk to myself. "you can do this."

With a sudden burst of courage, I open my car door and step onto the asphalt. Then I trudge up the stairs to my front door and inhale deeply before opening it.

As soon as I enter my house, I can hear the faint conversations of my parents talking in the other room, but they stop immediately when they notice me come in.

"Aria!" my mom says smiling in relief. "We were wondering when you were going to..." her voice trails off, and her smile fades immediately when she sees my face.

"What is it Aria? Is everything alright?" my mom asks concerned. My eyes burn with tears, and I struggle to keep them from falling.

"Mom, Dad, I need to tell you something." I say nervously, biting my lip. I have to pause for a moment, so that I can regain my composure and avoid bursting into tears. My parents are waiting for me to continue with anticipated expressions.

"Go on" My mom says after a while. "I'm listening."

I walk over to them and once again, finding the words nearly impossible, I hand over the positive pregnancy test without saying a word. The second that the little white stick leaves my hand, I burst into tears before allowing my parents a chance to read it.
My parents sit in silence staring at the positive pregnancy test. Confusion, frustration and disappointment is written all over their faces. Finally, my dad looks at me and stands up.

"Aria" he says, anger rising in his voice. "HOW COULD YOU?" He screams, raising a fist just above my head.

"Byron DON'T!" my mom yells, blocking the punch before it hits my skull. I jump back in response to his unexpected gesture, and pant heavily.

Just then Mike comes running down the stairs two at a time. He looks from my parents to me with confusion and concern.

"Mom, Dad, Aria, What's going on?" He asks motioning to the tears running down my cheeks and the angry expression on my father's face.

"Mike, stay out of this. It doesn't involve you." my mom says calmly. Mike opens his mouth to say something, but quickly closes it. He turns around and heads back up the stairs without another word.

Once Mike is gone, my dad turns his attention back to me, his hands balled into fists.

"I want you to leave" he says a little softer. "NOW!" He points to the door.

"But..." I start to protest. Tears stream down my face uncontrollably. It wasn't supposed to happen like this!

"NO BUTS ARIA!" my dad's voice is stern.

"Daddy" I sob desperately "Daddy please!"

"ENOUGH ARIA!" My dad grabs a photo from off the side table in a fit of anger and chucks it across the room. The frame shoots past my ear, scrapes off the first layer of skin, and hits the wall behind me. Pieces of glass shatter everywhere. I wince in pain, and grab my ear. Blood from the wound soaks through the cracks of my fingers.

My mom gasps. I stand, holding my ear in complete shock. My dad starts to ascend the stairs, not caring that he almost ripped my ear off.

"Daddy please listen to me." I manage to choke out.

My dad whips around to face me. His expression is a mixture between anger, and hurt.

"Don't call me that." He says quietly, but angry.

"My daughter wouldn't throw away her entire future for some stupid English teacher and his stupid baby. A daughter that lies, betrays, and hurts my family is not my daughter at all. You may leave this house immediately, Aria." And with that, my dad's bedroom door slams shut. My mom turns towards the stairs to follow him.

"Your father's right. I think it's best if you go." she says with tears of hurt and betrayal rolling down her cheeks. I sob even harder now. I didn't realize how much this would hurt my parents, and as much as I wished they would forgive me and support me, I realize now that they probably won't. All of this is my fault. The door leading to my parents' bedroom clicks again, leaving me alone to cry in the living room.

I pace the floor frantically and bend down to pick up the family photo that my dad threw.

I trace my finger along the edge of the shattered glass, and sob at the sight of the ,now broken, family photo. That's what my family is, thanks to me. A broken shattered mess on the floor, and I'm left to pick up the pieces.

*Ezra's POV*

I hover over the stove stirring ramen noodles, when I hear a knock. I hurry over to the door, and open it, hoping that it's Aria returning from her parents house.

As hoped, Aria is standing in the doorway. Although I wished all day that she would come home with good news, her red puffy eyes, tousled hair, and fully packed suitcase resting by her side are good indications that she doesn't. My heart aches with sadness and compassion for her. The second she sees me, she bursts into tears, running into my arms for comfort.

"Oh Aria." I say embracing her. "It's okay baby, it's okay."

I let her cry into my shoulder. I had briefly prepared myself for this. I didn't want to assume the worst, but I had to at least consider it and come up with a plan of what to do if she came home with bad news.

"Do you want to tell me what happened?" I ask, even though I know exactly what happened.

She replies with one simple word in-between sobs that breaks my heart

"Daddy."