Hate Is A Form Of Affection (UNEDITED)

Chapter 32

MATTS POV

I sit here awkwardly on Chelseas couch, staring at the Floor, as her parents stare me down. Her dad looks Like He wants to Punch the Crap Out of me, and her Mom Just Looks disappointed.

"You ruined everything." Her dad tells me.

"Daddy-" Chelsea Says but gets cut off by her dad.

"Don't you Dare Speak, Im still Upset with you, as a matter of fact, I'm upset with the both of you. How could the two of you be so irresponsible. Your teenagers!" He yells making me A Little terrified.

"Dad, your scaring Me. Please stop." Chelsea Says. I look at her, and she looks at me. I quickly turn away, and Look up At her Father.

"Sir, I'm very Sorry about everything that is happening. I didn't mean for this to happen, we were careful."

"Well, not careful enough." He sighs, and sits down.

"There's no way Your Going to Keep the Baby." Her Mom Says.

"Mom Please. This is My Baby it's my choice whether I decide to Keep It or not." She says.

"What about Matt? Huh what do you think? Do you want to raise a baby?" Mr. Jones Asks me. I stay silent and Chelsea looks at me.

"Matt?" She says.

"Well... I don't think it's my choice to Make." I say. It's not. I'm not the mother. I don't want to raise a child, at least not right now, I'm too young, I'm not Prepared For this type of responsibility but it's her choice.

"I'm keeping the Baby, and Matt's going to Help Me Raise Him Or Her isn't that right Matt?" She stares at me, and so does everyone else in the room. God I feel like I'm in an interrogation room right now.

"Yeah, sure I Guess." I Say to her. She smiles at me, and Looks back at her Parents.

"No, your not keeping it. You will get an abortion." Her dad says standing up, grabbing the house Phone.

"No! Stop it!" Chelsea Yells Grabbing the Phone away from Him.

"Chelsea!" He Yells. "Give me the damn Phone right now."

"Rick." Her mom says getting scared.

"I'm not getting an abortion! I'm keeping it!" She says.

"Amanda, are You Really Going to let our daughter ruin her life? Tell her what she really needs to hear!"

"I think She should do what she thinks is right."

"Your agreeing to this? What's wrong with you people?"

"I'm not agreeing! And I don't accept any of this, but she's my daughter, and if this is what she wants then fine! and I Love her either way and I'm going to help her as much as I Can to get through this, now you can either Be a good father and help your daughter, or you can keep being an asshole" she says.

Mr. Jones looks at Mrs. Jones, and just begins walking out the room.

"Do what you want, Don't say I didn't tell you so."

"Mom." Chelsea says Walking to her mom.

"I need to Be Alone. Just stay here, Maybe it'll be something you can actually do right." She says. Chelsea sits back down, and Just Rests her Hand On top Of her stomach as she starts to cry. I watch as she cries, and I can't help but too feel bad. This is partly my fault. I walk over to her, and Rest my hand on her shoulder.

"You Okay?" I ask Her.

She wipes the tears out of her eyes, and looks up at me. "Do I look Okay? My life's a mess." She says standing up. "My Parents will never forgive me for this." She says.