Pregnant at Sixteen

You are Worthless

"W-what do you mean by that?" I stuttered, scared of his reply. Please don't be the bad boy I know you aren't.

"I have my ways," he replied. "You better listen to me, Jenson."

"You can't tell me what I can and cannot do," I stated, standing up from the very uncomfortable bed.

"Well, you better start listening to me if you want to stay safe," he smirked, standing up too. He towered over me once again and I felt helpless.

"I'm sorry," I told him softly, and walked out of that hospital room. I'm such a mess. Yikes.

My hands were still resting on my stomach like I was protecting it. I never want to leave this little person. I never want to lose them. I'm latching onto you, baby.

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I woke up on Monday feeling depressed, and I know it's unhealthy for the baby but I'm doing this baby thing on my own. I think I'm going to tell my mom soon, but I'm not telling my dad yet. He will hate me forever.

When I got to the school, everyone was looking at me. I'm not even joking or thinking everyone is. They are.

"OH MY GOD IT'S THE PREGNANT CHICK!" a childish girl said in the back of the crowd. My heart immediately dropped. This can't be happening.

"I got told she lost her virginity and got pregnant!" another person laughed, joining in with the girl.

I tried walking to my locker quickly to get my shit and head to class early, but the obnoxious mean girl, Melody and her squad stopped me.

"Where do you think you are going, slut," Melody smirked, crossing her arms. She was the typical mean girl in our school. The books don't lie folks. She had blonde hair with bright blue eyes and she wore a red cheer leading outfit. She is the head cheerleader after all.

"I think I'm going to my locker," I replied with a roll of my eyes. I don't need this right now.

"Well, we got a special order from a special someone," she smiled with a hint of evil in her eyes. This bitch better not touch me! I felt hands grab me from behind and pick me up. I tried to turn my head, but all I saw were football jerseys. These skanks!

I was thrashing and kicking because I didn't want my baby hurt. With all my power, I tried to kick these ogre football players in their area, but I couldn't. I was weak and hopeless.

"Put her down, boys," Melody ordered. I was set on the ground out on the football field where nobody was. Not a single soul was walking past or watching this play out.

"Thank you baby, I owe you," Melody smiled flirtatiously and winked. "I'll make it up to you tonight after the game."

I almost threw up my breakfast right there. Nobody wants to know about your sex life Melody.

"Do you need any help, babe?" a deep voice asked from behind me. It was probably Tristan Stephans. The jock of the school. He is also one of the most popular guys because he was the captain of the football team. So you know.

"I'm good," she replied, staring me down with a hideous smile. "I've got this handled."

"You do realize that I'm not afraid to punch you in the throat right now, right?" I told her, standing up. Well, that was until I was roughly pushed to the ground, landing on my side. MY FUCKING BABY! Oh, you started with the wrong bitch today Melody.

"Thanks, she deserves that little push, don't you think?" Melody asks her little posse. I turn to find Tristan smirking down at me. He crouched down to my level, putting his gross ass hands on my stomach.

"Poor thing.." he mumbled. "Better get rid of it before it has to see what a disappointment his mother is."

"You are a dick," I spat, breathing heavily. He trailed his fingers up to my cheek and then my hair.

"You're a pretty thing aren't you?" he smirked, leaning closer to my ear, "I'd fuck you if we were alone."

I pushed the bastard away from me, standing up quickly and running for my life. I can't let them taunt me. I can't let them hurt me. I can't let them hurt my baby.

I ran around the school and around the corner. My lungs felt on fire and my legs were killing me. I leaned against the school building, hearing the last bell go off. I'm late again.

"Seems like you had a rough morning," a voice pointed out. My head snapped to whomever was speaking.

"Oh, so now you talk to me like everything is okay?!" I yelled pissed. I walked towards the boy in his black shirt and jeans. I jabbed my finger in his chest as I spoke, "you think you can come into my life whenever you please after saying shit that broke me into shreds?! NO Xander, you can't, so if you can, can you please leave me and MY baby alone."

"As much as you believe it is only your baby, it was still made from me," he hissed.

"This baby may have been made from your fucking sperm cells, Crawford, but you said for yourself that you want nothing to do with it," I argued.

"How will the baby ever survive with a mother like you," he snarled. "you can't even protect he or she from a couple cheerleaders and their boyfriend jocks!"

I was about to argue back, but stopped myself. My eyes looked at the boy in front of me. This is not the boy who I met at the party. This is Satan.

"You..you were the one who..did that?" I asked, hurt. I looked at him painfully and bit my lip. How could anyone be so cruel..?

"I warned you, Jenson," he replied. I can't believe he did that.

"How could anyone be that cruel to an unborn child?" I whispered, wrapping my arms around my stomach.

"I didn't want them to hurt you," he confessed, "I just wanted them to scare you."

"Well you did a damn good job of that!" I cried. "If I landed weird or on my stomach, Xander, you would've been responsible for whatever happened to this child.."

"Well, this wouldn't have happened if you weren't such a fucking cry baby who wanted sex so damn bad!" he added.

"Excuse you!" I screamed. "Who are you trying to convince?! Me or yourself? Think about what you said for a moment, it might take a few years to get that into your thick skull, Crawford."

I walked away with my arms protecting my precious little baby in my stomach.

"You are nothing, Jenson!" he yelled from behind me, "You are worthless!"

I know Xander. I know.