I was in my room pacing back and forth. My parents were fighting again. I texted my boyfriend Harry about thirty minutes ago. He was leaving football practice so it was going to be a while.
The sounds of them yelling was getting louder and it was stressing me out. They were not making things easy for me. I'm a 17 years old senior in high school. I have finals coming up and can't study.
Studying is truly the last thing on my mind. A few minutes later Harry texted me and told me he was outside. I put on some sneakers and ran outside.
My parents were to busy arguing to notice I stepped out. When I got outside I saw Harry leaning on his car. I was so happy to see him.
"Hey baby girl. What's going on?" he asked as he embraced me with a hug. "My mom and dad are fighting again and is stressing me out. Plus I need to talk to you too."
He opened the side door and closed it for me. He was always a gentleman to me. He ran to the other side of the car and climbed in. "Ok baby whats bothering you?" The look in his eyes were so comforting I could've broke out into tears right then and there. I didn't I had to stay strong. This could go either way.
"Ok, so you know how a few weeks ago we were at your house alone?" He looked like he was trying to remember exactly what day I was speaking of. "Oh yea. That was the first time we made love. The first of many." I started to feel a little better about this. "I'm happy to hear you say that. Because...I'm..I'm pregnant."
His face went from a smile to a terrified dead expression. "Oh well than. Whose the daddy?" I was so surprised I slapped him as hard as I could. "How could you ask me such a thing? I lost my virginity to you and you're the only person I've been with sexually."
"How do I know that? You could've been sleeping with anyone." I was furious. "You know what, fuck you Harry." I climbed out of his car and ran in the house.
The sound of my parents arguing made the headache Harry gave me worse. I couldn't take it anymore. I ran up the stairs to their room and beat on the door until someone answered.
"Honey your mom and I are in the middle of something. Can we talk later." The tears that were falling from my eyes began to burn. "No. This cant wait any longer.
I stormed my way in and sat on their bed mad as hell. "What is so important?" I was getting fed up with people acting like they just don't give a fuck about me.
I stared the both of them in the eyes and just blurted it out. "Im pregnant and Harry is not stepping up."
Their eyes were glued to me. I knew I had their attention then. They were speechless. "Now that you two have stopped fighting long enough to listen to me we need to talk. Ever since I found out I have been planning on this. Im keeping the baby.."
"The hell you are. You are not about to let some demon seed of some black boy destroy your future."
I forgot to mention. Im white and my parents are so racist. They didn't know Harry and I were dating. I told them I was tutoring him. They were okay with that as long as I wasn't alone with him. They think he is dangerous. He is harmless except when it comes to my heart.
