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Chapter 3

I am going to tell my parents. That's right, I am going to tell my parents. Trust me, I'm still trying to get myself to believe that. 

It took a lot of courage not to put the car in reverse on my drive home from school.

Now I'm standing on my doorstep trying to force a cheery attitude with fake smile plastered on my face to go with it. The familiar scent of my home swims up my nose when I open the door. I take a step inside and peek my blonde head around the corner. Why am I overthinking every movement I make? It's like I'm about to die or something. That's funny, because I probably am.  I need to get this over with and then decide.

My mother greets me with her big, white smile. It will probably be long gone as soon as she hears the news.

"Mother, I need to tell you something. And Dad too. We should sit down."

A look of confusion and worry settles over her features as her smile fades.

"Robert, come down here in the front room." We all meet in the room, with them sitting together on and couch and me facing them from an armchair. They look at me with wide eyes waiting for something to happen. The seconds that pass seem like hours.

After a deep breath,  a slight thought of hope, and a tidbit of courage, I mumble out, "I'm pregnant."

Both of their faces fall to the floor. Actually, their faces fall past the floor.

"I'm so sorry. Brooke and I went to a frat party at Seattle University with a fake ID and drank alchohol illegally, and then this guy gave me a drink with something in it, and then he took advantage of me, and now I'm preg-," the words tumble out of my mouthas fast as they can go. My mother has her head buried in my father's arms. With a raise of his hand, he silences me.

"We are dissappointed in you, Emily Rose. Just go."

Listening to him, I practically ran to my car. Once in the driver's seat, I cry. Just plain cry. Tears keep on coming and running down my face. My father's last words really stung. I could only imagine their disappointment. I've never been the perfect daughter my parents wanted me to be, with straight A's and going to Harvard, but I've never done anything that bad either. I have B's in all my classes, and I'm still waiting for my application to Long Beach State in California to come back. The worst thing I've done is ditch my classes on Senior Ditch Day, until now. My parents met at Harvard, and they're both lawyers so I'm guessing they tried to raise me to be ke them. That obviously didn't work out. If this gets out, their "perfect family" reputation would be ruined. We would be the talk of the town, "Did you hear? The Thomas' daughter is pregnant," they would whisper. My parents would do literally anything to keep that from happening.

With my phone in my hands, my fingers dial Brooke's number. After three rings, she says, "Emily, are you okay?" 

"I told my parents." I tell here in between sobs.

"I'll be right over," she quickly decides. 

Within five minutes, her car appears in my view down the street. She parks right away and runs up to my window. After her eyes do a quick body check, she says, " Let's get you cleaned up. I think you should stay the night too."

-written by S

(Author's Note: Hello readers! I hope you like the story so far. The way this account works is there are five anonymous owners, and each of us will have our own books going. All of our initials put together spell satan, so each book is written by a different part of satan. By the way, this is S talking here. :) Enjoy!)