“The pregnancy.” I started, toying with my fingers. “I don’t want anyone else to know about it.”
“Why?!” perplexe was an understatement to describe how Lynn looked like. “Darling, they have the right to know! Especially Bradley.”
“Especially Bradley? Auntie, we were outside and he told me he doesn’t think we can be together anymore. Ever! How do you think that made me feel? And Norah, my so-called mom? She deserves it even less.”
“I thought you and Brad had worked things out. Seemed as if you’d explode of happiness from seeing him again! What’s going on?”
“He’s… He’s acting weird. Like I’m a stranger and we didn’t go through so much trying to be together… I don’t know. Something happened while I was gone.”
“Did you tell him you’re not actually related?”
“No.”
“Then how do you expect him to think you can be an item? He’s scared!”
I sighed, trying to explain what I was feeling at the moment. “Lynn, you have to understand something: the Brad I knew, the Brad I left here would say “yes” to my question in a heartbeat. Instead, he denied and his eyes, they were telling me stuff happened. I’m telling you.”
“If you’ve got such a strong intuition about this, then trust it. I still think he’s only scared and he deserves to know you were carrying his kid.”
“Exactly, I was carrying his kid. It’s now in the past and there’s nothing we can do, why make someone other than us suffer over it?”
“Dear, what you’re not considering is that you’re not 18 yet, so you’re still under your mom’s responsibility.”
“Do you think we can talk to the doctor? My birthday’s in like 3 days!”
“You can give it a try.” she shrugged and I snorted.
“I can give it a try? Hell to the no, you’re coming with me. You were the one responsible for me in the US, maybe we can convince the doctor here.”
“Well, let’s get him.” she grabbed my arm and we went outside, reaching the nurse and then the doctor.
Lynn kept staring at me the whole time, as if she was expecting something. I decided to leave it for later, as we both talked the doctor into not telling anyone about me being pregnant. After a long talk, he accepted and I felt a weight getting lifted off my back.
People would normally think I’m crazy for doing this, but I just didn’t want everyone staring at me with pityful eyes. I didn’t want people looking at me with disgust for the fact that I was a pregnant teenager. I didn’t want to go through all of that rubbish if my baby wasn’t here anymore. I didn’t deserve going through that after knowing that my baby wasn’t with me anymore.
And that was exactly what I told Lynn when she asked if I wasn’t upset with this whole story.
*
“Lynn, will you help me with my dress?” I yelled, struggling with the zipper of my pink gown. It was tight until the waist, where it flowed down until my midthigh.
We were staying at a hotel since we left the hospital last night, even after my mom insisted on having us at her house. I didn’t go back on the decision of staying away from her, though I was beginning to understand why she didn’t tell me about the adoption. She didn’t even know who the hell left me there, why bring trouble into our lives? Neither did I wish to meet my real parents. They left me behind, not caring the slightest bit; they wouldn’t care now.
