A Series of One-Shots

What Was Truly Right

What Was Truly Right

Mom and Dad,

I’m sure that by now you’re wondering why I did it.

I know, I left quickly after but I have an explanation if you’d like to hear it. I am aware that you won’t ever support my decision and I’m fine with that because I did it for me. There was only one other person involved in the decision making progress and that was the father. He said he’d support whatever I chose, and he did.

I hope you come to accept me one day, because I believe everything I did was right. I know you are disappointed in me and I accept that but I want a chance to explain eventually. All you need to know for now is that I’m safe and I’ll be home as soon as I get a response.

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It had was like every other average Friday. I was never one to complain about my boredom because in my down time, I would read or go to my friends’ houses. I was average as could be, if a little nerdy. I guess you could say I was innocent, but I had a seriously dirty mind. Eh, I’ve always been that way. I was not out going or shy, I was just me.

There were a lot of qualities that all came together to make the one and only, Marina Wells.

I had my small group of friends in school. We have always been considered…unusual, I guess. I had four piercings down each ear, my hair was bleached blonde, and I wore a lot of blacks, grays, and neon colors. My hair was cut in a bob that I found adorable when straightened. I also liked that the white blonde matched my nearly white eyes. The gray was so faint that many people thought I was blind.

It was myself before the accident.

We were really a ragtag group of misfits. You would think that our personalities would clash but we didn’t. We all had excessively dirty minds and were all virgins. We had even made a pact to finish high school without sex drama.

I’m sure you can imagine their shock when I found out I was pregnant with Darren Chris’s baby.

He was a one night stand, a drunken mistake. He took my virginity. There were only two downfalls: it happened on a couch and I ended up pregnant. We acted as if nothing happened that night. I was drunk, he wanted sex. I gave it, he got it. Simple as pi. Even after I found out I was pregnant, I didn’t approach him.

Instead, I beat my head against a wall—not literally—and told my friends. They would help me decide. And they did, they told me to talk to him. I believed he might actually accept it. They all made it sound so normal. I didn’t believe my situation was a normal one.

When I decided to tell Darren, it was easy to tell my family. I never thought my family could be so forgiving, but they were. I hadn’t expected my dad to be so scarily calm or my mom to be, well, not calm. Usually my dad would’ve been the one raving on—asking where he lived and such.

Nope, he was silent. I had been so sure he was plotting how to kill Darren without anybody suspecting though. I was wrong though. My dad had come up with a much worse punishment: responsibility of a child.

Even then, they both had decided that I was keeping it and I didn’t have a say. Was it because I had sex and that was their way of saying I shouldn’t have done it? It wasn’t like I hadn’t already known that. But the pregnancy was a mistake; we wanted nothing more than to forget it. The baby was just the world’s way of saying we couldn’t do anything without consequences.