Ive been throwing up all morning. My periods late... I think I'm pregnant. No. No I can't be! We're being safe!!! I get on the phone with my older brother. He's cool with this kinda of stuff. Right? "Can you pick up something at Walgreens.." I text. He's typing... "sure wdyn?." I cant let him tell our dad... he'll beat me again. My dad beat me last night. And like every other night. He's awful. He can't find out. I text, "you cannot speak a word to dad about it... please..." "i wouldn't. You know that." He starts typing but I have it written already. "Pregnancy test" I send. There's a moment of disbelief in my face. I'm sure of it. "Yup" he texted. Yup?! No questions asked? "Thanks" I type... "no prob"
My dad is never sober. Even at work. He gets home at 6:40 every night. My brother quit school to help with bills so his part time job can at least buy drug store shit. I take the pregnancy test box and run to the bathroom. I set my shitty phone to wait 3 minutes after I piss at that dumb stick.
It's positive...
