Trinity

Chapter 9

Trinity's POV

The next morning I wake up to Hayden shaking my shoulder urgently. "Trinity! Wake up!" She screeches, too loud for my liking. "I need to tell you something. It's important," she says, softer. I look out at my moonlit windowsill, indicating that it is still earlier than I'd like it to be. I glance at my clock, and the time reads 5:34. "Hayden, do you realize how early it is? I am tired and I can barely get to sleep in general! Why, oh why, must you consult me when I was soundly asleep?" I hiss, obviously acting rude because of my lack of sleep. Hayden begins to nod and looks down at her toes. "I know, but this is urgent that you know. Listen, I know I'm a bit young for this, but, I'm expecting a child," she says, trying to act innocent. My tired face suddenly washes up with shock like seashells break away at the shoreline. "Hayden, how did this happen? You know we can't afford a baby, and I feel bad enough that I cost the family a fortune with being in the hospital," I exclaim groggily. Suddenly, I am in realization that I shouldn't have said what I did, because Hayden burst into tears. "I know, Trinity. But I can't back out now. I can't know I let death slip by with my own actions, I just can't do it," she sobs into her palms. I nod slowly, as I slowly try to process her words. "Okay, it's going to be alright. I'm here, and I will be around every step of the way. Does Mother know?" I try to calmly reassure. I don't like it when Hayden cries, it makes me quite sad. She slowly shakes her head, and with her negative actions, I take her wrists in my small, but powerful palms. "Okay, I will help you, but you have to tell Mum." I say, making sure she knows that what she's done has to be acknowledged.

Hayden's POV

I feel absolutely awful about what I've done. I know, I have to get a job and I have to find a source of motherhood. Though these things are important, the task on the very top of my to-do mountain is telling Mother and Father. I can't go around with these secret looming over me like a storming cloud forever. It would be dishonest. As Trinity comforts me about how it will be okay and how she is always on my side becuase she cares for me, I can't help but think about how this will sting our budget. I am guilty of an honesty crime, guilty as the cat that ate the mouse. It is all my fault. I don't know how I could've just let things happen like that, and now im backed into it as if I were pinned to a wall. I can't run away and stop it now, because it would be even worse to kill a child. I glance over at the time and realize its time for me to find my way home so I can catch the bus for school. I have to keep this a secret, or else I will be pushed around about it. Thank goodness I haven't shown many signs yet. I say my goodbyes to Trinity as I leave behind the lonesome place in which my sister writhes in great waves of pain and secret holding. I leave, showing no signs of my upset thoughts.