The Wrong

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"Six weeks?!" I shouted. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "How? We used a condom!"
"Maybe it ripped," she said silently. I could hear the pain in her voice. I rested my hands on her lap.
"I checked it, it was as strong as a goal net."
"Well I'm pregnant!"
"It's okay babes." She looked at me as tears began to roll down her face again.
"It's not okay! What are my parents going to say about this? They don't even know about us Andrew!"
"Well what do you want to do? Abort it?" I looked at her. She didn't say anything. "I hope that's not what you want..."
"Well it's not to late for that idea," she whispered. Was she crazy? I gave her a blank stare. I didn't care how Asia wanted to handle the situation, but an abortion was not an answer.
"You're not killing our baby," I said, "we have to give him or her a chance."
"A chance for what?"
"A chance to live Asia!" I yelled. People started to stare at us. I could tell that she was getting embarrassed because she started to put her head down.
"Maybe this wasn't the best time to give you the news..." She started to get up and tuck her chair in. She gave me a small peck on the cheek and tried to leave the restaurant, but I didn't allow her.
"You can't walk home, let me give you a ride."
"I walked here myself, I think I can walk home myself too."
"Asia no, you're pregnant," I said. My heart fell for Asia. I didn't want anything to happen to her. Even though I didn't know how this baby came about, I wanted the best for all of us.
"Okay fine, but if you're going to talk about this baby during the ride home, I'm walking." I wasn't even supposed to be driving without an adult, but I was doing this for Asia. We had been driving in silence until I finally arrived at her house. "Thanks choco," she smiled. She reached closer and tongue kissed me. I backed out of the kisse and held her hands.
"Please don't kill it," I whispered.
"I won't," she said looking into my eyes, "I promise you I won't."

Asia's POV
My stomach wasn't big at all yet, and I was worried that it would. I wasn't a fat girl, so maybe people wouldn't notice that I was pregnant. My real concern was my parents. How was I going to tell them I was pregnant in the first place? You don't really sit and plan for this type of stuff, but I had to.
I never told my parents about Andrew because I was scared they would make me stop seeing him. Andrew was my world and I didn't want him to be seperated from me so I kept our relationship a secret from my parents. This pregnancy was going to be hard. My whole life was going to be ruined because of this damn baby! I started to think about soccer. This year was my first year being captain and playing varsity. Now because of this child I had to quit the team. I wasn't probably going to finish school because of this got damn baby! I was so upset, but I had no reason to be. I was the one that decided to have sex with Andrew so I had to pay for it.
Every time I thought about the child, I was confused. The week I found out I was pregnant was fourth week after me and Andrew had sex. So why did the pregnancy test tell me I was six weeks pregnant? I didn't have sex with anyone before Andrew. I kept trying to think if I had had sex with anyone else two weeks prior, but there was no one. I mean, why wouldn't I know if I had sex with someone?

I was waiting for my father and mother to come home so I could give them the news. I didn't know how they were going to take it, but it was better to give them the news now than later. When my father got home I gave him a big hug and waited for my mother. She took almost an hour to arrive home and when she did I waisted no time sitting them both down.
"Mommy, daddy? Can I talk to you both?" I said quietly. I never talked to my parents about anything deep so they both seemed to brush me off.
"Can it wait? Or are you about to die in five minutes?" asked my father sarcastically.
"It's pretty important." They both looked at me and sighed. I knew they didn't want to hear me out, but this was serious.
"What's so important that you have to tell me that stops me from eating my turkey sandwich?" my mother questioned, brushing off the stain on her chair. I took a deep breath and started to explain myself.
"Well, I've been dating this guy since last year-"
"WHAT?" my father screamed.
"Let her finish," my mother said calming him down. "Asia continue...you have a boyfriend?"
"Yeah....I've been dating this guy since last year and we've been pretty serious. So one day I decided that I loved him so much and I felt like he loved me to, so we had sex." I could see my father's arms shaking in fury. "I know you're going to be angry at me, but I just have to tell you guys this. I'm pregnant." They both looked at me and I couldn't tell which parent was angrier.
"How many months are you?" asked my mother.
"Two months, I'm sorry I haven't told you. I was just so afraid of-"
"I know," she cut me off.
"Are you planning on keeping that? And does your boyfriend know your pregnant?" asked my father.
"Well at first, I wasn't. I have a future for myself so why would I let this baby come in between it, but my boyfriend said he doesn't want to kill the baby and that he's going to help out. For the past two months he's been the one taking me to the doctor and buying me food."
"Well I wish you both the best of luck," said my dad. He got up from the couch and went into his room slamming the door shut.
"Mom?" I looked at her in disbelief.
"Asia, I'm sorry. Me and daddy planned on raising one child and one child only. We're not happy that this happened but you're on your own. Like your father said-we wish both of you the best of luck."
Were they serious? Both of my parents had just walked out on me when I needed them the most! It wasn't my fault I was pregnant! They didn't even comfort me or hug me or ask if I was okay. They just "wished me the best of luck." What type of parents did such a thing? I went upstairs and packed all my clothes. I didn't want to live with them anymore. My parents were barely in my life. They were the ones to blame. They weren't there for me when the nurse called home or when I got an award at school. They didn't play their role. So why should I live there? I wrote them half a page of a letter and went over to my bestfriend Tatyana's house.

3 months later
I had been living with Tatyana for about three months now and I swear she took me in like family. Tatyana had been my bestfriend since third grade. She moved her freshman year so it was hard for us to see each other as often, but distance meant nothing in our friendship.
I was thirty-five weeks pregnant and I felt like I was going to die. Andrew was supporting me twenty-four seven, but that changed nothing. My baby was going to be a boy and I was so happy. I was getting a feeling that he was going to be a big boy because the strength of his kicks on my stomach were massive!
"Hey girl, Andrew wanted me to ask if you wanted anything from McDonalds?" Tatyana asked.
"No, I want to just have this freaking baby already!" I yelled at her playfully.
"Look at you complaining. No one told you to go have sex! I always told you to just fuck in the butt."
"I'm sorry, but he's just so cute. And fucking in the butt isn't fun."
"How you know?" she looked at me from the corner of her eye and we both busted out laughing. "Well I'm glad you got pregnant because now I get to see you everyday."
"That's so sweet!" I laughed. "But yeah. I missed you so much Tati! You know I hate those fake bitches at Brooks High." I really wished Tatyana went to my school. I felt like everything would've fell into place if she was there. She was like my big sister even though she was smaller than me. Whenever I doubted myself or wanted to do something crazy, Tatyana always helped me. I was getting home-schooled ever since my stomach got big and I told my coach that I had to quit the team. No one in the school knew I was pregnant and I wanted to keep it that way.
Andrew had came over the house later on that day and I was so glad to see him.
"Oh look at the two loves of my life!" He said smiling and rubbing my stomach.
"I missed you!" I sighed grabbing his face and kissing him numerous times.
"Yeah she didn't stop talking about you," added Tatyana. I stuck my tongue at her and we all sat down to eat the McDonald's my babe brought. "I thought she said she ain't want any? But she's the first chopping it down. How do you deal with her Drew?" Tatyana asked sarcastically.
"I don't know, but I'm glad she's still mine." I blushed so hard and gave Tatyana a "you mad or na" look. She rolled her eyes and we kept eating. We were having a great time, but all of a sudden our great time came to a holt. A sharp pain blasted down my appendix and all I could do was scream.
"MY STOMACH!" I weeped. Andrew came holding my arms and rubbing my stomach.
"What's the matter babes? You okay?"
"NO MY STOMACH. I THINK HE'S COMING." The next thing I saw was Andrew was picking me up and putting me into his car. I can't describe the pain, but I swear it was horrible. It felt like knives slashing through my appendix. When we got into the hospital they strapped me down to a stretcher and rolled me into an isolation room.
"Is she going to be okay?!" I could here Tatyana yelling.
"My baby!" I whispered loudly. "My baby! Is he going to be okay?"
"He'll be fine, as long you push my dear," said an old lady softly. She smiled at me and mumbled to me to push. "It's going to be alright. Just do this for your son. Push." I took a loaf of air and pushed for dear life.
"AAAAAAAHHHHHH!" I hollered, pushing and pushing. I could feel my strong baby coming out. I could hear his small, but loud voice crying and I pushed more. Pushed until I could not push any longer. "AAAAAHHHHH," I did it again and when I felt his body out of mine I relaxed.
"It's done," whispered the old woman, "you've done it."