Club Fucked Up

The Truth Comes Out

October 27, 1989

9:30 a.m.

"Do you have something you need to tell your father and I?" my mother asks as I sink into the couch.

"I don't know what you mean..." I lie, trying to hide my secret just a bit longer. As I finish my sentence I glance at JD pleading for assistance.

"Honey Mrs.Dunnstock called, she told me that you're pregnant." In an instant shame masks her face and replaces my mother with a women I don't even recognize.

"Mom trust me I was going to tell you I really was but I-"

"Veronica it's ok. I'm not mad, just a little hurt."

"Really?" I can't believe we aren't having world war three in our living room right now!

"So... What did she tell you?"

"Not much just that you were expecting but you were too nervous to tell us, and that you are about a month along."

"Damn, I hate that this is going so well for you!" Why Heather why!

My mother is taking this so well yet I feel like I've been punched in the stomach. And for the first time since I've been down here I focus my gaze on my father and my heart drops. No more jokes, no more witty sarcasm just a blank stare on a pale face.

Not a word escapes from his lips, his eyes don't even wander in my direction. His little girl with so much potential headed for the ivy leagues now just a disgusting little whore.

I can't do it. I can't. It's too much.

In less than seven seconds my heartrate is a mile a minute and air seems to be banished from my lungs. What is going on? Am I losing the baby why do I feel like this? I need an explanation but no one is around me. I have disappeared into complete darkness.

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