Survive This Life

Chapter 3

"I'm pregnant," She said.

"IS IT JASON'S," I yell.

She shhh's me and I understand but I  can't contain my emotions.

I want to walk out on her, but I know that's selfish and not what friends do.

"Let's take a drive," I say calmly.

We hop in her car and start to drive in uncomfortable silence.

"NOW WHAT HAPPENED!" I scold her.

"Well, u-um I know I was wrong and you're disappointed but please don't yell at me. I already understand that I was wrong and I don't need this lecture right now. Stress is bad for babies.".

I smile at her, realizing that she made a mistake.
She smiles back sweetly.

She parks the car on the side of the road and we just sit there, hugging eachother. It was a sweet and much needed moment. I missed these moments. Ever since high school started our friendship hasn't been the same.

"It's Jason's. I know it is." She says, wiping the fear based tears from her eyes. " after Starbucks, he invited me to his house. I know it was a bad idea. I just wanted him to like me. I went anyway, knowing you would be furious. I never do anything like this. And now I'm a sinner!!!," She screamed in sorrow.

"It's gon be okay Yvy. I'm gonna help you through whatever." My voice cracks as I look down to my wrist where our friendship bracelet from 1st grade lays. It was made out of blue and yellow string from that dusty art class.

She looked down at her wrist and could only mutter out two mumbled words.

"Thank you."

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We drive home, talking about what we are gonna do. Yes we, not she. We in this together.

We already eliminated abortion from the list, because we were both strongly against it considering we were very strong Christians.

She didn't want to give it up for adoption because she knows how it affects a child growing up in this kind of environment. Her little sister, Angela, was adopted. She was now 12 years old but ran away at 11.

Angela in MM

( I know she looks like a model, but deal with it okkkk)

We both decided that keeping the baby was the best idea.

We didn't even consider asking Jason for his approval, since he wasn't answering either of our calls or messages.

We even stopped at his house, but, once again, no reply.

"I'm so glad that you're always there for me." She said humbly. It made me feel appreciated.

"Any time, bessfrann,"I reply, using our nicknames.

"Te quiero, mi hermana," She stares at her wrist.

I copy her as we join in a hug.

~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~

She drops me off at my house around noon and I realize that I missed church.

Where is Papi y Mama?

Yeah I haven't seen them all day.

"Papi!!! Mami!!!! Micheal!!! Donde estas?" I scream into the hallway of my apartment.

No reply.

I walk into my small, corner kitchen and spot a yellow post it note on the white counters with fake gold speckles.

I peel it from its place and realize it's Micheal handwritting, considering he is the only one who speaks both fluent English and Spanish, while Mama y Papi only Spanish, and me only English.

It reads, 'I'm sorry, Mi hermana, Papi got shot at the factory and is now in the ER. Mama y yo are here with him. Please just stay at la casa. Besos,
                                               Micheal.'

As I read that, worry overcame my body. I began to feel dizzy with emotion. I couldn't describe it.

I wobbled over to the beige couch with countless stains and plopped myself down, unable to feel.

I then joined into a stressed slumber.