Abortion

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dedicated to willow bc her and her writing make me very very happy

"Pregnant? We used protection, Grace." He sighed, leaning

back in the chair.

"Condoms don't work every time, Michael." I sighed as well,

covering my face with my hands.

"Hey, don't cry, I'll take you to the abortion clinic-"

I gasped then really started crying.

"Abortion?" I croaked. He laughed.

"We aren't keeping it." He stated.

"What, why?" I asked, calming myself down.

"Grace, I'm only 22, and you're only 18." He was being truthful.

"Michael, I'm not getting an abortion." I finished.

"Alright, fine, then I suggest you take your stuff and leave." He

said, turning back to his video game.

My blood boiled, my boyfriend of two years, is breaking up with me?

"Fine." I fought, racing up the stairs, to our bedroom. I pulled

out a bag I took whenever Michael and I drove to his mum's.

I pulled drawers out, dumping them out into the leather suitcase

. I quickly pulled all my clothes out of the closet, slamming them

into the bag. I then sat on top of the bag, after putting a pair of

gym shoes, two pairs of high heels, and flats into it. I forced the

zipper shut then got out my old back pack, placing all my

cosmetics, and chargers into it along with my laptop. It angered

me that Michael didn't even try to stop me. I tugged my boots

on, grabbed my car keys and put my back pack on, grabbed my

purse, and wheeled the luggage out to my mini-cooper, forcing

all the bags in. I shut the door, and ran to the driver's side,

flinging myself in the car and starting the engine, backing out

of our- Michael's driveway rapidly. The rain outside fell quickly

and I was running low on gas. I drove to the only place I could,

my parent's. I knew they'd be pissed off about everything,

but if they loved me, they'd be there for me.

I slowly walked up to the yellow house, I taped lightly on

the wooden door and it slowly creaked open, revealing my

older sister. I gaped, looking for words.

"Why are you here?" I asked, as politely as I could.

"Come in here, I probably came for the same reason you

did." She said, while smacking her gum.

"Highly doubt it." I coughed.

"Gracelynn?" My father's voice flooded the house, I turned to look

at him and he pulled me into a bone crushing hug.

"Your mother, she'll be back soon, just out running errands.

What brings you here today?"

"Michael and I broke up." I said, failing not to cry. He wrapped

his arms around me and I sobbed into his chest. We stayed

like that for so many minutes that I lost track. "Dad-" I croaked.

"I'm pregnant, too."