The Virgin

P...Pr...Pregnant!?!

I rushed home and made a stop at a chemist shop on the way.

Even the luck wasn't my side. Mom was already home. And I don't know why?
"Hello dear, why are you home so early?" she asked.

"Nothing" I answered and rushed upstairs.

I threw my bag on the bed, pulled out two sticks and went to the bathroom.

In no time I was standing in front of my bathroom mirror with a stick in my hands which had two pink  lines on it.

What? Does that mean, I was pregnant?

No, no, no this can't happen.

I did the test once again. 
Yet no change in the results.

"Nooo...." I screamed and threw the soap case at the mirror, making it smash into pieces.
A fit of temper.

The sound brought my mother upstairs.

I rushed and locked the bathroom door.

"Sweety, is everything okay?" she asked tapping on the door.

"Yes mom, everything is fine. By mistake I broke this mirror,  that's it." I replied.

"Okay, come out soon so I can have a look at it." she said and went away.

I turned and grabbed the sticks. My mother cannot get a clue about this.

I lifted my top and looked at my belly.

It was still flat. No sign of pregnancy. No baby bump, nothing.

I was getting so mad that I wasn't even thinking simple biology at that time.

I cannot let anyone know about this. Not even Melly. 

I decided to break this news to Derek in the evening.

I hid the strips in a paper and threw them in the dustbin.

Then I went out, locked my room and sat on the bed.

When did this happen?

I should have been careful. Oh! I am such a moron.

But more than me, Derek should have been careful. He was the one who had done it before. I was the virgin.

How could he let me get pregnant?

I wasn't even prepared for a child.
I was just eighteen and a mother, no way.

Derek was the only person responsible for this.
Wait! why am I blaming him? I was also equally responsible for this crime.

What was I going to do?
Headache was already taking charge on me. I could also feel my head getting warmer which meant that it was a fever.

I texted Derek to meet me at the Central Park at 7.

And then tried to go to sleep.

I tossed and turned but couldn't sleep.

Thoughts kept dropping like anything.

What have I got myself into?

Then a moment came that my eyelids couldn't stay open for any longer and I dozed off to sleep.

At 6:30, I got up and got ready.

On my way out, I met my mother who once again who asked me if everything was fine and I replied:
"Yes mom everything is fine.  I am good. Please have a look at that mirror, and I am going to the central park. Will be back soon."

Then I was free to leave.

I walked to the park and entered.

My eyes looked around for Derek and I found him standing beneath a tree in the corner.

I walked to him. On seeing me, he smiled and said "Oh hello"

"Hi" I said in a low voice and stood with him.

"Hey is everything okay? Why did you leave early from college today. If you were there you should have seen me score. The power kick sent the ball spinning around and then finally in the goal." he started tell things but I stopped him by saying

"Derek, I am pregnant."

He didn't hear me properly and asked "What?"

"I am pregnant." I repeated.

Then his world turned upside down. He stared at me with eyes wide open, he wasn't able to believe what I just said.

"Are...Are you sure?" he stammered after a few seconds.

I nodded.

Then there was silence again before he said "Didn't you use a birth control pill?"

That was disgusting, he was trying to put the blame on me.

"You were supposed to have protection. You had done it before. How can you say this to me?"

"Okay, but what now?" he asked.

"You say."

"There is no way this baby can come to this world. I am not repeating the same mistakes my father did." he explained.

"So we are opting for an abortion?" I asked.

"Yes, you have to get rid of this baby without anyone knowing about this" he said.

What does he mean? 
He wasn't going to be with me.
That was ridiculous. I never expected Derek to act like this.

I think this behavior change was because he was traumatized.
He needed his own time to get over it.
And besides it won't bother if I go and make an appointment with the doctor.

Also I needed to make sure that I was pregnant.

But I was still angry on him.
I pushed him by the chest and ran home. 
Yes, I was crying.

Once I reached home, I was panting badly.

I wiped my face and tried to look normal.

I went to my room and found out that mom had already got the mirror changed.

I locked myself in and sat on the bed once again.

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