Leave Me Alone

Chapter 8

"Dyl, what's wrong?" My older brother glances at me as he pulls out of the school parking lot.

"Nothing." I look out my window and put my hand on my cheek.

"Oh, common, I'm not stupid. I know something's wrong. What happened?"

Okay, I know he's my brother, and I'm supposed to be patient with him, but after what's been happening to me, I can't hold it in anymore, "You wanna know what's wrong?" I literally scream at him, "Fine, I'll tell you! I'm bullied, I'm pregnant, and I just wanna die. There, you happy now?" I let the tears slide down my face without caring.

The car is so quiet. Cole takes a deep breath, and lets it out slowly, "I didn't mean to piss you off. I'm sorry." I shifts his hands on the steering wheel.

I just keep looking out my window and pretend that my brother is actually being nice to me.

***Grant's POV***

Ring. Ring.

I pick up my phone, "Hello?"

"Grant!" Dylan's voice comes onto the phone and she sounds exhausted.

"Dylan? What's wrong?" I stand up, ready to grab my keys.

She starts sobbing, "Dylan, I'm coming over." I hang up, and run to my car. I drive as fast as I can not breaking the law, and arrive at her house within ten minutes.

I open the front door, and go to Dylan's room. I press my head against the door, and can hear Dylan softly crying.

I knock and open the door, "Dylan?" I keep my voice quiet.

"Grant, I'm sorry." She closes her eyes and shakes her head.

"Sorry for what?" I sit next to her and wrap her in a hug.

"Grant, promise you won't hate me." She looks at me with her brown eyes. They're so sorrow and pain filled.

"I would never hate you." I stroke her hair.

"I-I got an abortion, Grant. I feel like a monster. Like, like something's missing now. How am  supposed to move on with my life knowing I let someone kill my child. I didn't even give it a chance." She shakes with a sob.

I rub her back and kiss the top of her head, "I don't know Dylan. It's normal to feel like something's missing. I think. But, think about it. How many other teenagers get abortions a day?" I felt raw saying this, "I mean, yeah it hurts. And yeah, something is missing, but It's not the end of the world." I honestly feel like throwing up. Who would get an abortion?

"Grant, I need to think about this for a little. Can I call you later?"

I stand up, "Yeah. That sounds good. I'll uh, I'll see you later." I walk out of her room and shut the door, get into my car, and drive to the only place I can think of right now.

I drive to the grave yard, so I can talk to my mom. Even though she's not here. Her soul is in Heaven. She was such a strong Christian woman. I put my hand on her gravestone.

"Mom. I wish you were here. Nothing's right. I miss you so much."

And, because nobody else was there, I cried.