Pregnant at 15

Interrogations at 15

Zoe:

"I want the truth! Not some bull shit you make up on the spot!" I pounded my fist on the oak finished desk, making my father startled, his chair wheeled away a little from the desk. His face was starting to get sweaty and his lips tender from biting them. Usually when he bit his lips he was scared.

He usually never does this. The only other time I have ever seen him do this was when I asked why I didn't have mother's hair or her eyes or really anything of her's. I was only 6 so I had no idea that he was scared of this question. I thought he had ran out of Chapstick to put on his lips.

All he said was that he had to go to work. And I never brought it up again.

"I have never lied to you." He lied, his lips starting to bleed from the punctures he was putting in them. For a second I believed his bullshit.

That maybe I was just blowing everything out of proportion. And that he never lied to me about anything.

But I know he has. He's been lying to me my whole life. I stepped away from the table and flattened my shirt and wiped off my jeans even though they were clean.. I looked up from my jeans and looked at my father. His dark brown eyes were frozen on me.

I huffed, annoyed with my father. I straightened my back and rolled my shoulders. " If you don't tell me the truth about everything, I will tell the press about our little accident. And you would hate that wouldn't you." I threatened while still holding my perfect posture.

"The press will hate you for injuring a pregnant teenager. There will be tons of people on our lawn rioting. And Tumblr would have a field day telling everyone how horrible you are." I rounded the table so I was in his face, making sure we were close enough to that he could know about how serious I was.

I took a step out of his voice and continued to talk, " And everyone would love me like they always did. Defending me because my father was abusive." I put a hand to where my heart was and my other hand to where my forehead was, looking like I was going to faint.

"Making me not subtle of making any type of decision, making me not able to say no to sex." I put my hands down.

"And while I'm on T.V talking about my abusive father and the miracle I just put out in this world. You will be rotting in jail. Being some guy's bitch. Having to call him Papa." I laughed. My father's face becoming pale with fear.

"So father. I will tell you one more time," I walked over to the chair I had sat in earlier and sat in it. Crossing my legs at the knee and getting comfortable.

"Tell me the truth."

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Laura:

I sat across from her, she had her legs crossed and her arms lying loosely on the arms of the chair. Her eyebrow was cocked in questioning.

"What did you want to talk to me about?" Jessica asked, moving a strand of hair away from her eyes. She was biting her lip like she usually did when she got bored.

Fear overtook me. Maybe it wasn't a good idea to tell her. Maybe I could just tell her that I was friends with the Zoe Taylor. And she would be like no way! And I would be like yes way!

"Jessica, I'm pregnant." I whispered to her, completely ignoring my other plan. Keeping my eyes low. Not wanting to make eye contact. She leaped from her chair and clapped with glee. She was bouncing up and down in her Marc Jacobs flats.

"I knew it, I knew it!" she screamed.

I looked at her in confusion. Not understanding the situation. She should be angry, pissed at me for getting knocked up. Not jumping for joy.

"So it is true! You and Peter are back together! I mean I didn't expect it to be like this. But this is still good." she went over to me and pulled me out of my chair, tackling me into a big hug. She moved away from me and held onto my shoulders, making sure she was looking into my eyes.

"Did it hurt? Was it huge? Did you give him a blow job? If his penis didn't taste like skin then it's dirty. I asked my doctor about that with Ryan." She shot questions every second. Making sure to ask a lot of questions about his "little friend".

I tried to make up answers for each and everyone of her questions. Even though the only time I had ever had sex was when I was drunk. I just finished her last question about if he was gentle or rough, I said gentle even though I had no idea what she was talking about, when she looked at her watch.

She frowned a little then looked back up to me. "Poop. I have to go, Ma said I have to be back by 5." I didn't even realize it was 5, we had been talking for quite awhile.

She grabbed the coat she had taken off and her cross over purse. "I'll see you at school tomorrow. You are coming right?" She walked over to the door and opened it, standing in the doorway waiting for my answer.

I nodded my head and smiled. Even though I felt like dying inside.

She tackled me into a hug again and touched my stomach lightly. Smiling at it. She looked up into my eyes, " This will be the best thing ever." she smiled and walked out the door.

I locked it so she couldn't get back in if she wanted to.

It's not that I don't love Jessica with all my heart. It's just that I feel guilty whenever I'm around her. Ever since the party, I don't really talk to her very much. Whenever I try and dial her number I'm brought back to the scene of my wrong doings.

And then I chicken out.

Not knowing what else to do. And I had planned on just not telling her. But I knew that I was going to have to one of these day. I'm not showing yet because the baby is only 3 weeks old, but sooner or later I'm going to start showing.

Then the world will know.