Confetti and Condoms

Chapter 2

Carmen's POV

I woke up this morning to a killer headache and a body shifting next to me. I look over and find Evan passed out next to me. I start to sway as I sit up, not realizing how tired my body actually is.

I guess I had too much to drink for once.

"Carmen Luna Ellis!" I heard my mother call out. I groggily stepped out of bed and trudged to the door, grabbing my water bottle on the way. Before opening the door I look down and found myself wearing only my bra and underwear. I grabbed my silk robe that was hanging off the door and slipped into it, knowing my mother would flip if she saw my tattoos.

My mother and I weren't really that close. Not since I was eleven. But that wasn't my fault. She just had to marry into another family when I was twelve, leaving me behind to grieve. She ignored what had happened and managed to make everyone believe she was doing great. But how could she think that when I was sitting there, suffering. It felt like I didn't exist to her.

And that's what she wanted.

"Where is Evan? His mother called and wants him home" I heard as soon as I opened the door. I towered over my mother's small 5'4 frame but that's never made me undermine her. I was the same height as her by the time I was twelve Her blue eyes suited her icy exterior that I soon came to resent after she remarried. Her chestnut brown hair fell at her shoulders and her fair skin was glowing...

Wait.

Is she....

"I have some news" she spoke, trying to contain her excitement.

No... She couldn't...

"I'm pregnant"

Shit.

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"I want you to be happy for us, Carmen" my mother said as her grip tightened on my arm. It's been half an hour since she told me the news and I was still shocked. Well, angry. Very angry. But I was containing myself for my step siblings. We were now sitting on the couch in the living room. Clark and my mother were sitting across from me, treating me like I was going to explode.

They weren't wrong to do so.

"We've been waiting so long for this Car" Clark said, care evident in his tone.

"Don't call me that" I said coolly, not wanting to piss my mother off. He looked down, remembering why I didn't like to be called that. My jaw tightened, twitching in the process.

"Carmen he's trying to be nice. Don't be rude" my mother snapped at me, causing my blood to boil.

"Only my father is allowed to call me that" I hissed, not containing my rage any longer.

"You're brother would be ashamed of how you're acting now. Drinking, smoking and not giving a fuck about your body. Don't think I don't know about those tattoos. So don't act all high and mighty because you haven't let go of your father or brother" she spat, glaring me down. Clark just sat there, helpless.

She did not just say that.

"At least I'm honouring them! You remarried not even a year after he died! How could you do that to him! To Jude!"

She had the nerve to talk about them like they were nothing to her.

Like she didn't love them.