I wake up with an attitude. It was for multiple stupid reasons but the biggest being I was gonna abort my baby today and its father couldn't even be bothered to answer his phone. And to add on to that, Nae wasn't feeling good this morning so she couldn't even come with me.
I don't plan on telling my parents at all, Kelly and Em didn't even have cars, Bri wouldn't take me for sure so that only left my pig-headed little brother to be there to pick me up after my appointment.
With a reluctant groan, I toss my heavy blankets off me and stand so I can get ready for what I'm sure will be the worst day of my life.
I end up having to sit on the bathroom floor with my head between my knees for like five minutes to get rid of the nausea. I wasn't even seven weeks yet and I was already feeling morning sickness. After that, I'm able to dress without any more interruptions. I put on a pair of hot pink Ugg's, a matching North face jacket and a pair of black True Religion jeans. I put my hair in a simple high bun and don't put on any makeup besides lip gloss.
It was almost ten o'clock by the time I was walking out my bedroom door with car keys and cellphone in hand and knocking on my little brother's door.
I knock three times only to get no answer. I knock again, harder this time because maybe his lazy ass was still sleeping. On my fifth hard and loud knock, Bri's door was swinging open and his glaring, dark face was revealed.
"He obviously ain't there so why the fuck do you keep knocking?" He snaps.
I roll my eyes. "Where he at then?" I know Paris didn't have anything to do this early in the morning.
Bri shrugs. "How I'm supposed to know?" He was just starting to close his door but then he stops, his eyes looking and searching my face for the first time. "What's up with you?"
I scowl past the sinking feeling in my chest. Paris was my last resort because I wouldn't be able to drive after this. The lady I talked to yesterday to make this appointment told me so. "I'm fine," I lie. I really didn't know what I was gonna do now. Maybe this was a sign. A sign that I was making a mistake and that I should just stop trying to get rid of it and instead accept it and try to make the best of this situation. But then again I was way too stubborn for my own good and there was just no way I was dealing with this morning sickness shit every day for the next two months.
Bri sucks his teeth, stepping out of his room and walking closer to me. "Don't forget Jaelynn, I know when your lying. We just alike, remember?"
That was a fact. One of the main reasons why Bri and I clashed so much was because our personalities were so similar. That and I was convinced that he was still mad that I took away all the attention from him by being younger and a girl. There was also the added fact that I was a spoiled brat when I was a little girl and I'm sure all my older brothers hated me at one point in our childhoods.
I turn towards my room. "I don't wanna talk about it Bri," I mumbled.
"I know you're pregnant," he says and I freeze. "You probably shouldn't argue with your boyfriend in the middle of a family gathering, especially about something like that."
I slowly turn around, my eyes wide and my heart pounding. "Why haven't you told mom or dad?" He was always hyped to snitch whenever I did anything else so why was he keeping this quiet?
He sighs. "This ain't my secret to tell."
"You ain't have a problem tellin' all my other business."
"That's cause all that was young girl, dumb shit and I didn't want you to think it was okay. You don't listen to me though so I had to let our parents know."
