You're gonna hate me after this chapter.
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*Isis*
I rubbed my head as Brantley stood behind me, rubbing my back as I leaned over the toilet bowl. My dad was going to know something was wrong now and I knew there was no hiding it from him anymore. I was already starting to show and he'd notice the minute he got a look at me.
I walked back into the bedroom and looked through my clothes. Finding that I had nothing to wear that could cover my bump, I started throwing my clothes out of my dresser and letting them scatter all over the room. Brantley grabbed ahold of my hands and turned me so I was facing him. Something about Brantley just broke me down. He pulled me against his chest as I cried.
"It'll be okay, Isis." He hushed me, "We can handle this."
I grabbed onto the back of his shirt as the tears spilled onto his shirt, soaking it. He didn't move away or leave me. He stood there holding me and telling me to 'shhh' for about twenty minutes before offering to let me wear one of his shirts so my dad wouldn't notice my obvious baby bump.
I didn't want this to happen.
I didn't want to be that girl.
That daughter.
I didn't want him to disown me.
I wanted him to love me.
To never hate me.
I wanted to be his little girl...
Forever...
"You do look really sick, baby. Are you okay?" My dad asked while looking up at me over the breakfast table.
"Yeah dad, i'll be okay." I smiled over at him.
"You look really pale." He frowned.
"Yeah I know." I sighed while looking down at my hands.
He was going to hate me.
"Kids could you excuse us for a minute?" My mother asked while looking over at Brantley and I but I stayed sitting where I was as the other kids all left the kitchen table.
I wasn't ready for this.
To tell my dad his little girl is pregnant.
