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Chapter Two: (Continued)

I thought long and hard for a moment, and felt the tears well up in my eyes.

"Oh Anastasia, please tell me it is Emmett's," My mother wailed. I put my face in her shoulder and thought about what I could tell her. If I told her the truth, it could possibly get Percy in trouble, and I'm just so ashamed of what happened.

Lying is bad, though. I can't possibly lie to my mother.

I have to decide on what to tell her, and the more seconds that pass is the more skeptical my mother becomes.

"Yes, it is Emmett's baby," I whispered. I would be a lot more relieved if it was.

The next morning I sat at breakfast with my mom. It was Saturday, so I didn't have school and my mom didn't have work until noon. She was a nurse at the local children's hospital.

"So Anastasia," my mother began. She was poking at her cereal with her spoon, chasing around her last three Cheerios. "When are you telling your father?"

My father was the last person I thought about telling. He hated Emmett. My dad was closed-minded and judgmental, and kind of an asshole. He thought Emmett was gay because he wore scarves and wasn't an athlete. You can imagine how hard he is on Percy, who also isn't very athletic.

If you mention Percy's lack of athleticism to my father though, he jokes about Percy's 'math-leticism'. Whatever the fuck that is.

If my dad found out I was pregnant with supposedly Emmett's baby, he would be very, very angry.

"You know how," I though for a moment, and took the last bite of my cereal before speaking again, "how difficult my dad is. I don't want to tell him."

My mom just looked at me and scoffed, as if I suggested she dye her hair pink. "I don't think you can keep a secret like this from your father, Ana," my mother admitted. "Far too big a secret."

I looked at my mom desperately, and she sighed. My mom picked up her bowl and placed it in the sink, and rinsed it out silently. We sat there, not speaking, until she finished rinsing out her dish and turned to look at me.

"You have to be a grown up now, Ana," my mom said.

I shook my head, and didn't say anything. My mom just sighed again, and left the kitchen without saying another word.

This is all my fault. I shouldn't have went to that party.