Scarlet

Chapter 1: I am Scarlet Marie Mottingham, and this is MY story.

Chapter 1

He never meant for it to happen. He said so. Someone even sent me a picture of him at the drug store buying shiny silver packets of...safety. We didn't REALLY do anything wrong. That's just what my parents think. And his. So I guess it was pretty big. Oh, did I not I introduce myself? Huh. I thought everyone already knew me as the class babymaker. I am Scarlet Marie Mottingham. Derrick used to call me Mot. I remember everyday after school, he would say " Hey, Mot. How is our tot?" And he would rub my stomach. Well, Derrick is gone now. So is the baby. I am Scarlet Marie Mottingham, and this is my story.

I rang the doorbell to my own house on Ludwick Lane. It had to be about -5 f outside, and I could see my breath in the air, nervously bouncing up and down on the concrete porch. My mother answered. "Scarlet!" She pull me by my crossed arms inside. "What are you doing? Why didn't you use your key?" I must let you know I am pretty lazy. "I didn't feel like looking through my purse." I looked around our tiny living room, and Scott was sitting in the recliner, feet up, with a beer in his hand. He didn't even look at me."So.....you watching the game.?" No answer. "Well, go thaw your hands for dinner. We are having stromboli." My mom said. I hesitated telling her about being preggers,but knew if I waited she would find out herself. "Mom, we need to talk."

I grabbed my mom's wrist and lead her to the couch in the living room. Her eyes were filled with so many emotions, running from fear to anger. She knew I had spent all day with Derrick, she just didn't know why... And that's what I'm about to tell her.

"Well..." I began rubbings my sweating palms together nervously. How do I tell my mother I'm pregnant!? And once she find out that I've been keeping this from her for 3 weeks... I cringe at the thought. "I-... Well... I..." I looked down to he carpet running my shoes over the parts that were torn up. "Positive." I held my breathe, hoping she would understand what I meant by 'positive'.

"What...?" And the silent one speaks! Scott turned his head toward me and paused the game.

Gulp.

My mother stared at me in shock... Or was it anger...betrayal... Fear... Disgust... I wasn't sure.

"You mean..." I nodded her eyes growing wider, the emotion clear this time. No, this wasn't anger. This was something worse. Her eyes were filled with an something along the lines or murder.

Double gulp.

"You..." Tears rolled down her cheeks and she slapped my across the face. I winced softly, but remained calm showing no mercy.

"It was an accident." I said strongly, letting slip no sighs of weakness.

"An accident!!" My mother and Scott screamed in unison. I cringed at the anger shot toward me.

"We used protection... But it broke." I returned my gaze to the floor. I was weak. There was no point in hiding it.

"You sicken me... You are 15!" Scott shot up from the recliner, holding his beer tighter; his knuckles tuning yellow. "Youre still a minor!" Scott slammed the beer bottle on my head, and that's when I realized it was glass. The bottle shattered against my skull: I fell unconsciously to the floor.

***

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

"5 more minutes." I mumbled into my pillow; slapping the big black alarm clock which rested in my nightstand.

"Scarlet Marie Mottingham!" My mother yelled from down stairs. I groaned and threw the warm comforter off of me, instantly the cold winter air hit my from my open window. I shivered and shot up from my bed. I went light-headed and there was a shape pain in the back of my skull; I felt nauseous. What happened last night? I make my way to my bedroom door clutching my head tying to stop the splitting headache that just greeted me.

Thank you morning.

I shuffled downstairs to and obviously angered mother. "I hope you know your never leaving this house again." Her voice was stern; her eyes dark.

Ok, seriously what happened last night?

"What happened last night?" I asked the question that was eating at me; making my way to the table. My mother grabbed my arm and pulled me In front of her. "Like you don't know." She said bitterly. I tried to recap in last night. I was with Derrick, I came home, I.....

Told my and Scott that I was pregnant.

"Oh my god." I barely whispered.

"And then Scott hit you on your head with a beer bottle for being an idiot!" He voice raising. "WELL, MOTHER, WHY WOULD YOU LET HIM?" I yelled. My own mother, watching some drunkard smash glass on my head and then blaming it on ME. "Look, it was bad, I know, I kicked Scott out. But word of this cannot get out" she looked at me desperately and almost missed when she cracked an egg in a pan on the stove. She sighed. "He was very drunk. And upset." That's no excuse! "Aren't you going to take me to the doctor to see if I am alright? In case you don't know, this isn't a normal fatherly thing to do." She shook the pan. "Go to school."

My head was going to explode.

"Oh..." I said softly. Then it hit me. I had a minor concussion.

Curse you Scott!

I shook my self away from my mother's harsh actions  and made my way back up to my room. Aren't you supposed to like not learn when you have a concussion, even if it's minor? All this thinking is already making my brain hurt... This is going to be a very... Long day.