A Disaster Waiting To Happen

Chapter 2

"Miss, are you okay?" He asked me so politely. 

"Yes, i'm fine thank you." I said with a groan. 

"Is there any way I can help you? I can get you a glass of water or possibly a sandwich or salad?" He insisted,

"No i'm really good. Thank you," I said. 

He shrugged and began to walk away. "Okay wait, I am a bit hungry, but you see. I sadly can't get up," I shrugged and pointed to my overly bloated belly. 

"Oh my, i'm so sorry. Yes let me help you. It would be my pleasure," He said cheerfully.

He was quite charming. I didn't really look at him but he absolutely was. His dark brown hair drifted down and into his eyes a bit. His fluorescent blue eyes lit up with excitement. He's the type of guy I would want to end up with in the future. But that of course wouldn't happen. Who would want a 16 year old mess with nowhere to live, no job, no money, and a baby. Boy i'll probably be lonely forever. 

"My name is Jonathan Murky. I'll bring you home to my house for dinner. My mom always loves guests and always has a table full of food," He said while helping me into the car. He was about my age, I could tell. He still acted like a teen. Maybe we even went to school together before this accident happened. "What's your name?" he pushed. 

"Kristina" I said quietly. 

"Well that's beautiful, sounds familiar though. I think there was a girl at my school with the same name, but she left in the middle of the school year last year. Everyone said she was transferred, or at least that's what her boyfriend told everyone," He said.

"He told everyone I was transferred?" I said amazed. 

"I knew you were her. And yeah, that's what he said. Obviously he knocked you up and blasted though. That's just what Jack does.. He knocks them up because he can't throw a condom on like a real man and he just leaves them to suffer by themselves. Hes a dick, thats why I stopped being his best friend last year. He's a dick to everyone, especially girls he claims to like." Jonathan said. 

I just sat there not knowing what to say. I thought I was the only one who was knocked up by Jack, but obviously I wasn't. 

"I'm sorry about what happened to you," it was unexpected but nice to hear him say. "How come you are out on the street corner? Isn't that usually where people go who have no home?"

I hesitated on whether or not to tell him, but I decided I could trust him. "That's exactly why I'm there. When my parents found out I was pregnant they told me to have an abortion or get out and die on the street corner. I have a strong disbelief in abortions. They just are not right. That's still a child in the stomach and you created it so live with it for the rest of your life. So I packed my stuff and left. After I left they begged me to come back, claiming they don't want me to get hurt but they just didn't want to look bad. I refused and have been fighting on my own for the whole 16 weeks I've been pregnant. I'm trying to look for a job, but no one wants a pregnant girl who gets tired from standing. So here I am, trying to survive on what little food I can find."

"That's terrible, you shouldn't have to do this by yourself. At least I can feed you and give you a bed to sleep in. We are almost here, just sit still." 

We pulled into a long driveway, lining the driveway were tons of daisies of all different colors. It was absolutely magical. I should have known just by the way the drive way is that the house would be even better. Huge 5 story house about the size of half a football field stood in front of me. Its shutter painted dark grey to go with the all white painting. It was beautiful. He ran inside and I heard him yell to his mother that he brought a friend home. 

"Okay, come on in. Ill get you some of my sisters clothes to try on." He said and then ran up the tall stairs. The house was gorgeous. Velvet sofas, lite fireplace, the walls were lightly painted light blue. It was my dream home. 

I heard Jonathan trample down the stairs. He came down with a big baggy sweat shirt and said to follow him. I followed him up stairs to the second floor. I was lead into a medium grey room with band posters on the walls. I assumed this was his bedroom, and it turns out I was correct. He went into the dresser and pulled out a t-shirt that had ACDC on it. ACDC is my favorite band, I knew I liked this boy. He must have forgot I was in the room because he just took his shirt off right there and placed the new shirt on. I knew I should have looked away, but I didn't think looking at his perfectly tanned 6 pack was going to do me any trouble. 

"You can go right into my bathroom right there, take a shower if you would like, get cleaned up if you want. Mom said dinners in 30 minutes so do what you want until then. I have to run outside to feed Dusty, my horse. Make yourself at home, mi casa es tu casa," He then turned away and was gone. He was charming and super nice, don't get me wrong. But he use to be friends with Jack so I don't trust him. I hoped in the shower and took a very long time getting clean. 25 minutes in the shower and you can turn into a completely different person. With all the dirt off my face I looked like a teen again, other than the bloated belly. I felt amazing. I through the clothes he had given me on. And began to walk downstairs to meet Jonathan. It was when I saw his mother's face that I knew this was a terrible idea.