Karaline
Age 17
"Mason please calm down." I wring my hands together and pace back and forth in front of Masons brand new 2012 Z4 BMW.
"How the fuck did this happen Karaline? You did this shit on purpose, didn't you?"
Okay, so there goes all of my calm. I stop my pacing and stand right in front of him. Is this asshole for real right now? I know I shouldn't, but I just cant seem to help myself, and I let my anger fly.
"What do you mean how did this happen? Hmm lets see shall we? You gave me the most pathetic three minutes of my life, where I got absolutely nothing out of it except a baby!" I scream at the top of my lungs right in his face. He looks around, panicked, trying to see if anyone else just heard my confession, but nobody else is here. Its just me and him in the school parking lot, which is thankfully empty."Get rid of it." What. The. Fuck! Did he really just say that to me? I inhale a deep breath and let it out as slow as I can. He can't mean that. I know he's probably just scared and needs time to process the news like I have, and I tell him as much.
"You don't mean that Mason. You're just in shock right now. Go home and let it sink in, give yourself some time to think about it and then we'll talk."
"I don't need time to think Karaline, I don't want a damn baby! You were never a permanent part of my life. Me and you? We were fun, nothing more. You kept spreading your legs for me, so I kept coming back. I leave for college in three weeks. You know this. I have a full football scholarship to Florida State and what do you have huh? That's right, you have nothing. You're going to stay here in this small town and become nothing! I won't let you ruin my entire life. So I'm going to tell you one more time. Get. Rid. Of. It."I can't breath. I know we're not in love, but I honestly thought he would at least be here for me. I never expected him to scream at me the way he just did, and I definitely didn't expect him to tell me in no certain terms to kill our baby. I really don't want to show him how hurt I am, but I can't seem to stop the tears that are running down my face into my mouth. Trying to be as strong as I can, I swipe the tears from my eyes, take a deep breath, and stand up as straight as I can with my chin held high.
"Okay" I hear myself saying. I have to get this out because I'm starting to go numb. My body is revolting with all the stress I've been under since I found out I was pregnant 4 days ago."I won't get an abortion Mason, I can't do that. If you want to get out of your responsibilities as a parent, fine by me, but you will pay for all of my doctor visits, whatever they charge me to stay at the hospital during labor and delivery, and all lawyers fees associated with signing your rights away as a parent." I'm shaking. I know that's going to piss him off, but at this point I really don't have it in me to care. All I want is to go home and figure out how I'm going to handle not only being pregnant but now becoming a single parent by the time I turn eighteen.
"How do you expect me to pay for all of that Kara!"
"I don't know Mase, and I honestly don't care. Ask your parents, sell your precious car, hell, sell a testicle for all I care! You'd probably be doing womankind a huge favor if you do that anyway!"
"Fine, whatever, as long as we're clear that you're doing this alone. I want nothing to do with you or that thing from here on out."
"Okay Mase, just please go. I'll have a lawyer get in touch with you."And that's what he did. He got in his stupid BMW and drove away from me. I turned and got into my well loved Sunfire and just sat there, thinking about what I was going to do with my future. A future that now included a baby, and me as a single mom. All I knew was I was going to be okay one way or another, and I would do whatever it took to make sure my baby didn't feel the repercussions of his/her sperm donor.
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Always My Forever
RomanceKaraline I thought life had already handed me everything I could handle when my sweet baby girls sperm donor told my seventeen year old self that he wanted nothing to do with us, and signed his rights away. But boy was I wrong. Here I am, 6 years l...