What's Done is Done

Chapter 7

I decide to crash at Delilah's house. I know she'll let me. That's what best friends are for, right?

When I barge into her house (I've been over there for so long, I don't even have to knock on the door or ring the doorbell) with a duffel bag in my hand and tears streaming down my red, blotchy face, Delilah looks extremely worried.

"Oh my God, Allison!" Delilah gasps. "Are you okay, babe?"

"No, I'm not okay!" I answer honestly, blowing my nose on the sleeve of my sweatshirt. "My life has fallen into pieces!"

"Whoa, whoa, calm down, Al," Delilah coaxes, her voice smooth and soft as silk. 

She and I seat ourselves on the couch in the living room.

"Okay, spill it, Al," Delilah demands.

"Well, I finally told my parents that I'm pregnant. They got absolutely furious at me, they called me a sinner, they said they didn't want anything to do with a pregnant and unmarried teenager, and they banished me from their house!" 

Delilah gasps. "Those damn assholes!"

I nod my head. "I know. I know. I just wish they aren't so religious! Being Catholic makes things so much harder."

Delilah nods her head, understanding. Her family isn't Catholic, but they're Baptists, and she is also an Atheist. Luckily her family understands that and respects her view. They continue to practice their religion, but Del doesn't get involved in it. 

"I get it, Al," Del says, sighing. "It totally sucks."

"First, my boyfriend - I mean, ex-boyfriend - abandoned me, and now my own parents abandoned me!" I say, continuing to cry.

Judging by her downcast, fallen face, I can tell that she's heart wrenched for me. "I'm so, so sorry, Al. You don't deserve to go through all that crap. You're young, you're stupid, and you made a God-awful mistake, but you still need the support from your boyfriend and family..."

"I feel like I deserve to go through all that crap," I admit. "I mean, I'm the one who got myself pregnant..."

Delilah slaps my face - not hard or anything, though. "Allison! Don't ever think that! You don't deserve it and you know it! You're a good girl who screwed up, that's all. And, look, you got me. And you got Isabelle. At least you have two people in your support system."

I squeeze Del's hand. "Thanks, babe. You're the greatest friend I could ever ask for. I'm so grateful that you're my best friend."

Del smiles weakly. "You're welcome, babe. Anything for my best friend."

We just sit there in silence, squeezing each others' hands.

Then I speak up tentatively, "So is it all right I can crash here for a few days?"

Del doesn't even hesitate for a second. "Of course, Al. I mean, I'll have to ask my parents if it's okay, but I'm positive they'll say yes. They love you to bits."

I smile weakly and don't say anything.

It's true that Del's parents loves me to bits. It's as if I'm their second daughter. I've known them ever since Del and I became friends (11 years ago when we were five years old and in kindergarten). And her parents (their names are Erin and John) had done nothing but treat me wonderfully.

I know for a fact they'll support me also.

As if on cue, Erin and John suddenly appears in the living room.

"I heard you crying, Allison," Erin says, looking sorry for me. 

"Yeah, what's going on, Al?" John asks.

"Well, umm..." For some reason, I'm unable to speak.

Delilah speaks up for me. "Long story short is that Allison got pregnant, Daniel broke up with her , and her parents kicked her out of the house when she told them."

Erin's and John's coal black eyes widen and their mouth opens hugely and widely.

"Holy crap," John mutters.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, sweetie," Erin says, sitting next to me. She gives me a tight, warm, loving hug.

I hug her back. "It's okay...I guess."

Pushing Delilah out of the way, John sits next to me on the other side and squeezes my hand. "Erin and I will be there for you, okay?"

I nod my head. "Okay. Thanks so much, guys."

"It's no problem," They reply at the same time causing all four of us to chuckle.

The four of us - Erin, John, Delilah, and I - form a group hug that lasts for several moments.

My life may be ruined, but at least I have Delilah and her absolutely wonderful parents!

~ ~ ~

After we finish eating dinner, Delilah and I go upstairs.

"You can stay in the guest room, 'kay?" Delilah offers, pointing to the guest room, which is located next to her bedroom.

" 'Kay," I reply, smiling gratefully.

I walk into the guest room. I inhale the minty smell. Aah. The walls are painted mint green, the furniture are painted pure white, there's a walk-in closet, and a bathroom included.

I unpack my bag. I hang up my tops and skirts and school uniforms in the closet, and I toss the shoes along with those. I fill the dresser with underwear, socks, jeans, leggings, and pajamas. 

I store my hairbrush, straightener, curling iron, toothbrush and toothpaste, and makeup in the bathroom. 

I set out a book I'm currently reading called Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone, my iPhone 4, and earphones on the bedside table.

I kinda sorta feel like I'm at home...

But I already miss my bedroom. The lavender painted walls. The light pink painted furniture. The posters of my favorite celebrities like Zac Efron and Justin Timberlake. My bedroom is the only place that truly feels like home.

Too bad I will probably never set foot in there ever again...

Delilah and I watch a rerun of Fresh Prince of Bel-Air  on TV and at promptly 11:00, we go to bed and utter our sleepy "good night"s.

I lie in the twin sized bed, missing my queen sized bed back home. I toss and turn until I find my comfy spot. I close my eyes and try to fall asleep, but I can't. 

As soon as my eyelids start to feel heavy and I almost doze off, I come up with a sudden realization: I haven't seen the doctor to check up on my unborn baby!

I decide that tomorrow I'll schedule an appointment to get a checkup from the OB/GYN the very next morning. After making that decision, I finally fall asleep...