When The Truth Comes Out

Chapter 14

SO as a birthday present to myself... Yes June the 4 of 1997 a wonderful baby girl was born (aka me)

I hope I haven't lost any of my readers and I'm sorry it has been too long. Please stick with me on this book because that would be the greatest birthday present of all time. I enjoy all the feed back from my pretties. XXX -Kate

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Chapter 14

How many days can you imagine staying in your room doing absolutely nothing?

I've spent twenty-seven hours in my room doing nothing but crying. A single bluebird chirping past my window makes me cry. Is it hormones that make wave through me? Or the fetus slowing, oh so slowly, growing into a human to be much less like myself? Hopefully without all of the dysfunctional, screw everything up tendencies.

The Wiley's, our neighbors next door are enjoying the sunshine and I'm too depressed to leave my room for anything other than school. What puts me even more into my depression is seeing Mrs. Wiley's daughter Rebecca, eight years old, so freely playing hop-scotch like nothing could ruin her day. Yeah, I bet she wouldn't be so chipper if she found out she was pregnant by a one night stand hottie, who completely ignores her even if it's her own fault. Yeah, Mrs. Wiley would surely be cheering her on if she found out her daughter was pregnant at fifteen by some no good, non-caring jerk. Who only acts the way he does to get attention and to keep his popularity at a smooth rise. Who am I kidding; Rebecca doesn't have a clue where babies even come from.

If anybody were to ever wonder the things I think about sometimes they would need a long life committed therapist.

I've been trying my best to keep my TV turned off. It's always my luck that I turn it on at anytime to a documentary of a rape victim, a mother to be movie and she's so joyful. Dr. Phil discussing teen pregnancy like it's the flu... Contagious. Which I would debate, considering I'm the only pregnant teen at my school, unless you count Ashley Clark who got pregnant at sixteen two years ago and then was expelled from Hewington as soon as the gossip leaked. I see her occasionally at the movies when I stop in with friends. Oh and Abby Archer... Maybe the "disease" was spreading.

I don't want to end up like her; I want to grow old with a husband that I had kids with after WE WERE MARRIED! But life is cruel never accounting for what we want.

Anyway my point is I'm pregnant, still, I guess you can't get rid of something like this, it's no flu virus that comes and goes. I still have absolutely a zero amount of guts to call him, and further explain. The name slut, whore, and tramp come out of people's mouths so easily these days. I could compare it to how many times a day the conjunction "Like" is used around.

I could never call Landon, he has dreams just like anyone else, why ruin his life also with a baby neither one of us want. I don't want pity, or any form of sympathy in the slightest case. Matter of fact, I'd rather be invisible to the world and just take my baby and myself to a remote location. It would be our haven, and I would consider being happy myself then.

I can't get his words out of my head, the words of hate, which he did sling; up until Lucas re-entered. That God awful night!

Part of me wished I could take it back; though it was bound to happen and now was as good a time as any. Those eyes though, they had a flame of hate that burned hotter than a coal stove. Where had he run off to? Into the arms of another girl? No one knew; at least they weren't telling me. My eyes glistened with fresh tears, and it wasn't from staring at the sun beaming through my windowpane. I gulped down another glob of thick spit (gross I know), then grabbed for a tissue. As I viciously patted at my eyes, a questioning thump rattled my window. I sniffed through my raw nose, one eyebrow arched.