Teenage Runaway

Chapter 15

Taylor was up in no time. She put on a fresh pair of jean shorts, keeping on the tie-dye tank top she had slept in. She grabbed her purse from the floor as she slipped on black flipflops. Sam and Taylor were down the stairs and rushing down the stairs in record timing.

"Whoa, girls. Where's the fire?" Niall asked.

"We're going to get lunch!" Taylor covered for them. "We're starving!"

"Don't forget we have to leave for the airport in a few hours!" Niall shouted after the girls as they slammed the door.

"Well, that was strange." Liam said.

Taylor ran every stop sign leading to the main road, going way over the speed limit.

"Slow down. I'm not in labor." Sam joked.

"I don't know how you're so calm! When I suspected that I was pregnant, I got a pregnancy test immediately, several actually."

"Yeah, well I'm not a pregnant high schooler, it's a lot less stressful." Sam said. Taylor kept quiet. "Sorry, I shouldn't have said that."

"It's fine. My fault, not yours, right?" Sam felt awkward and didn't say anything. 

"So, what are you going to tell Niall?" 

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, it can't be his, right?" Taylor said, feeling awkward. "Because of the men, and you and Niall have never--"

"We had sex last week," Sam said, matter-of-factly. She didn't want to think about having a child as a result of what the men had done to her.

"I don't think it's noticable as early as a week..."

The two sped into a parking spot and Taylor rushed into the store and to the pregnancy tests, Sam trailing a few feet behind her. Taylor grabbed a total of 7 pregnacy--you always choose an odd number so you don't have equal test results. Sam looked at her like she was insane.

"I have to pee on all of those?"

"Yeah. You're supposed to get a lot. It's like the trials of a science expirement, you do a lot of trials because just one outcome might not be correct."

The old woman at the register looked at the two girls strangely, and Taylor knew she was judging them. It was the same look she had gotten when she bought pregnancy tests for herself. Maybe it was because Taylor was still a teenager and looked slightly younger than her age.

"How did you tell your mom you were pregnant?" Sam asked once they were in the car.

"I didn't. She kind of guessed when she saw the pregnancy tests on her credit card bills."

"How do I tell Niall!?"

"Sam, calm down. You don't even know if you're pregnant yet." Taylor reassured her new friend.

"What did ya get?" Niall asked as soon as they walked through Taylor's front door, referring to the bag.

"Travel essentials. Be right back!"

"Taylor, we have a problem." Sam said once they were behind the locked door of Taylor's bathroom. "I don't have to pee."

Taylor ran downstairs, grabbed a cup and the full pitcher of water from the fridge and ran back into the bathroom before any of the three boys could ask any questions.

"There's no way I'm drinking all of that." Sam said, realizing Taylor's plan when she returned with the pitcher.

"You're going to drink it until you have to pee."