alpha story part 3

chapter 3

A month later...

Sara felt sick as she made her purchase at the pharmacy. Her head was spinning, her stomach nauseous. She couldn't believe what she was thinking.

She can't believe she was even thinking she was in this situation.

The walk home felt like it went on forever. And once she did get home, she went upstairs, and into the bathroom.

She did her business and waited, sitting there.

She prayed. She begged. She couldn't believe what she suspected. She had been late before, but two weeks was extreme.

She was so young. She didn't know what she would do, where to turn to. She it her lip so hard blood was drawn.

Her phone beeped that five minutes have passed. She took a breath.

There was no way. She couldn't be, because she wasn't that kind of person. She wouldn't be as irresponsible as to be...

Pregnant.

She's pregnant.

She stared numbly at the test in her hand.

She just stared, no thoughts going threw her mind, nothing.

Then she was staring down at her stomach and couldn't look away.

She was pregnant. With Patch's child. she couldn't breath. She was 19 years old. What did she know about raising a child?

Slowly she left the bathroom, and leaned against the wall, suddenly unable to hold her own weight up.

"mom?" she whispered, tears in her eyes. her mother was bitter for as long as she remembered. But she was the only family she had left.

She was silent.

"mom... I really need your help." Her voice was shaky.

She went to sit beside her mom on the couch and reached out to take her hand.

"mom, I'm... I'm pregnant." She said. Her mother just looked at her, then away.

"so?" she groused.

"I'm scared. I need advice." She said. Her mother shrugged her hand off hers.

"go to the abortion clinic. Or start using it to bring money into the house. Your brother would never let us live like this." Sara flinched back from her mom's matter of fact words.

She stood up and went to her small bedroom.

She pulled her phone out and started to research. The first page was abortion clinics.

Sara didn't know what kind of mother she would be. She was so broken; how can she offer anything to this child? The child who was innocent. An innocence she could corrupt.

She read everything she could about abortion, and the clinic.

But a small ad on the corner of a new born baby promoting pro life caught her attention.

She could have a son or daughter. Hers.

She knew her self. she wouldn't be comfortable with a boyfriend. She may never have her own family because of her past.

Her thoughts jumped to her biggest insecurity. Her legs.

She read up on different programs expecting mothers can join, and the health care and things she needed to do to prepare a healthy baby.