16 & pregnant

Finding out

when he broke up with me knowing i'm pregnant with his child I had no idea what I would do,
will the disown me?
Be disappointed?
Kick me out?
I was so scared but I knew I could move into my best friends apartment we could both work half time to pay rent, then go to school. but with a baby on the way that was going to be harder than it sounds. I walked down the stairs and called for my mom and dad to come down to the living room to sit on the sofa.
"Okay, if you disown me it's understandable."
"Hunny, whats wrong?"
"I-I'm pregnant."
for a moment I thought they would leave me stay, but it was hard to read their expression.
but my dad, he got up walked up to me.
"You have until tomorrow to pack your stuff."
as teas filled my eyes I ran upstairs and plopped on my bed to text my best friend that I would be moving in with her the next day and that I have a doctors appointment tomorrow if she wants to come.
She said yeah, and honestly I was glad I wasn't alone but,
my throwing up,
my cramps,
my breast gotten swollen,
and i've been having mood swings lately.
So many symptoms.
I got up and got three suitcases, my makeup bag, my purse and a trash bag to put my blankets and half of my shoes, and hangers.
I don't know exactly when I finished but i'm pretty sure it took about 5 hours. I called my best friend to see if she can pick me up now because I can't stand looking into my father and mothers eyes seeing how disgusted they are.
"hello? Emily, can you pick me up right now. I just finished packing I have 3 suitcases a purse and a trash bag.
"hey Claire, totally i'll be there in 5 minutes start heading outside cause i'm already inside my car
"woah! that was fast, see you."
I hung up and put my phone inside my pocket, I put my purse around my neck, put the trash bag around a luggage and rolled two of my luggage's down the stairs. I opened the front door and put my stuff out there, I ran back upstairs and got the last luggage and dashed back downstairs.
just in time, I saw Emily's car pull up
she stopped in front of my house and helped put my stuff in her trunk, by the time we finished my parents were outside staring
"thanks for your help" I said sarcastically,
I got inside the car not showing sympathy, emotions, and regret.
but the thing is....
I regret it a lot.
it was silence for pretty much half of the ride.
"so ready to get that appointment? And how long have you been having the symptoms?"
"I don't know, for about 4 weeks, how many rooms does your apartment have?"
"it has 4, I tried to stick with something small but sorta big, plus it's cheap, oh and we have to figure out who's paying what."
"yeah, I figured." I said as I opened the door to the car I took my trash bag and a suitcase.
"can you get the last suitcase for me?" I asked
"sure."
Emily grabbed the suitcase, closed the trunk and locked her car. as soon as we entered her apartment I was more mortified of what I saw.