Crashed.

2.

So stranger, this is the morning after everything. After what was possibly my greatest party ever, after the ball dropped on 2011, after 2012 had rang in. But mostly after Jude had taken my innocence. Without my full consent. The house was empty except for me, and my younger brother, Preston. Preston might as well been my older brother, considering he was 100% more mature than I was, even whilst he was a Freshman and I was a Junior. Preston and I basically raised each other. Mostly because our parents weren't around. They were usually out of the country. Usually for business. They only came home for emergencies or to switch out clothes in their suitcases. And this time around it was only me and Preston for another month. So I of course was in no rush to clean up. Now look over there stranger, I'm waking up.

Natalia squinted her eyes and attempted to sit up, holding her head as she did so. Her face turned to utter confusion when she realized that the only thing she was clothed in was a bra. Everyone from the party had left somehere in the night because the only person that saw me stumble down the stair case and throw up in the sink was Preston.

Natalia moved from her bed, slowly walking over to the giant, almost wall sized window that sat behind her bed. Closing the drepes, she looked around her room, it had been untouched and she was completely unsure of how she got there. She threw on a pair of sweatpants and a big t-shirt. Opening her door and just about falling down the steps. She stumbled and tumbled her way to the kitchen, where Preston sat eating a bowl of cereal and a glass of orange juice. He had only cleaned off enough of the table to eat and left the rest for Natalia to finish after her hangover. Natalia went to get a pressed strawberry banana juice from the fridge, but before she could open the door she had to quickly run over to the sink and vomit.

Sorry you have to see this stranger, I wasn't a glamorous person while blowing chunks. Little did I know that this vomit session wasn't from my classic hangover. Which I should have figured out sooner considering I didn't puke with a hangover. Just endured a heavy migraine and had blurry vision for a few hours, but usually a juice and a few hour nap and some Gossip Girl and pancakes did the trick.

Only moments after the puking began, Preston rose from his chair and quickly went to the fridge, poured some water, and ran over to Natalia to hold back her hair. Preston made sure she sat down once everything calmed down, he gave her a cold rag, a glass of water, and a pressed juice and sent her back to her room for a nap.

Preston really was one hell of a brother. I couldn't have asked for a better one.

Natalia went upstairs and fell asleep for seven hours and by the time she awoke, the time was already 8:34 PM. She flipped around into her back, already feeling a bit better. Reaching over to her bedside mini fridge, she noticed her phone was on the floor. She thought that it probably fell there at some point during the party. Picking up her phone and pulling out her juice, she turned on the phone. It'd be nice to catch up on the days events. Even though most if the towns teenage population was hungover or maybe still drunk. Preston had came into her room whilst she was asleep and put some crackers in her bedside table. And even though Natalia hadn't eaten anything that day, she felt too bloated to even touch the crackers. Glancing back at her phone she noticed a text from Jude. She smiled a bit and unlocked her phone to view it.

I should've realized that this couldn't have been good. Jude never texted me the day after a party. I shouldn't have been so eager to open the phone.

Natalia's eager smile soon turned into a concerned feeling of horror. There wasn't just one text from Jude. There were three. As she read then the feeling got worse;

12:02 PM"Hey Nat, baby. Last night. Last night was fantastic, I feel kinda bad tht u passed out and couldn't finish w/me though. Don't worry I finished. ;)"

3:57 PM" Nat. It's me again. I just had a thought. Babe are you on bc? Cuz I didn't use a rubber last night."

4:48 PM"Natalia why aren't you answering me? Baby, I need you to get a test. I need you to get a test and lmk how it is. I love you baby. We'll get through this."

Not only did Natalia feel sick again, but she was deathly horrified. The thought of carrying a child she wasn't even awake enough to know she conceived was terrifying. At that moment she didn't care how sick she felt. She pounced out if bed, ran into her closer that was just about the size if her room and bathroom out together, threw on jeans and a plain white v-neck shirt and a pair of UGG boots, and zipped down the steps. She grabbed Preston from the couch and without a word pulled him to her car, a 2012 BMW convertable in Tiffany blue. She fought to start the car and zoomed out of their tediously long driveway.

"Nat, what's going on?" Preston looked concerned and tired.

" I need to get to the drugstore, right now. Prest, go into my Louis that's on the floor and grab me a piece if gum and my Versace perfume. I'm not sure if I still smell like alcohol." Natalia was focusing on her driving, occasionally looking at Preston to make sure he was following orders. He grabbed the gum, handing it to her, and spritzing her with the perfume. They quickly pulled into the drugstore parking lot and Natalia pulled her hair into ponytail and put on her emergency glasses, since she didn't have contacts in. Rushing in and out if the store, she bought a test and left. Again, rushing back home. She explained what was happening to Preston and he immediately got angry. Angry at the fact that he believed Jude had raped his sister.

Natalia had no time to argue when they pulled into their driveway, she once more ran from the car and to her bathroom. She took the test and gave it it's allotted time. Scared to look at it, she went to Preston. He came to her room and read it for her. Just silently looking before he spoke. Her brothers face immediately dropped and became very pale. Once Natalia looked up to see the face Preston was making she knew it had happened. Natalia was pregnant.

And in the moment, dear stranger, I wasn't quite sure what to do with myself. So all I did do, was go to my room. Still in my jeans and boots, laying on my bed, and crying until morning whirled around again.