Spiral of lies

Chapter 6

Once I get home I run straight up to my room and shut the door, I need to find out if I'm pregnant. I'm not buying a pregnancy test but I think my mom has a few in the bathroom. Quietly, I walk through the corridors until I reach the main bathroom, I route through all the cupboards before finding what I need, my hands are shaking as I walk back to my room and use the toilet in my en suite.

Ten minutes. that's how long I've got to wait until I'll know the result and my fait. Time moves like a snail, the second hand slowly crawling around the clock signalling the passing of time. Although I need the ten minutes to be up sooner I also don't want this ten minutes to end, these could be the last ten minutes of not knowing I am responsible for a child. I don't know what I'll do if this comes back as positive, I know my parents will kick me out because they wont want to be associated with a sixteen year old Mom, even if she is their own daughter.

Noah's POV

I enjoyed the few minutes I spent with Richelle, it almost felt like the old us, the us that would spend hours cuddling and talking about our future, but I know that will never happen anymore, our dreams of being parents together and owning a house together and getting married to each other, I know I've lost all that. I can't help but think what if she'd never walked in on us, or what if I'd never played dares that one time, or what if my Dad didn't walk out on us, or what if I wasn't beaten by my Dad, or what if I was never even born. I know that I can't blame loosing Richelle on my Dad but I also know that if hadn't left us then I would probably still be with Richelle but I would also be being beat every night like I used to. I need to forget about the past but when the past is the only time I had the love of my life it's hard to pretend it never existed.

Eventually I decide that my Mom has forgot that I asked for a lift home today so pick myself up and begin walking home, the rain has stopped now but it's still cold and wet and miserable. I sigh and begin to walk quicker.

Richelle's POV

The ten minutes is up and I know I need to turn it over, with shaky hands I reach out and turn it over. Positive. I swear my heart stops. This isn't real. It can't actually be happening. I'm not pregnant. I can't be. But I am. I'm going to be a mother. Noah is going to be a father. I'm not going to tell him. I need to tell my parents. But they won't let me live here if I do. I'll be homeless. This wasn't what my life is supposed to look like. I stand up slowly and hide the test. I need a plan.

I decide to pull my laptop out and do some research, I need to find out how long it'll be before I start showing. Hopefully a while, the longer I can stay here the better because here is safe. About twelve weeks, well I'm already six weeks, this gives me about a moth and a half to sort out the next few years. I know that I can't really dance anymore but I don't know how to tell Riley that I can't dance because I'm pregnant because she'd probably tell my Mom and the I'd be dead. Maybe I should tell my parents now, I've got enough cash in my purse to rent a place and I could probably get a job somewhere and if not then I think of another plan. Or is that too risky? these are the thoughts that don't leave my head all night.