Love, Amelia

1am

"You're pregnant?" Hunter ask, eyes wide.

"I-I'm sorry... you weren't meant to hear it like this." I spit out nervously

"When was I going to hear about this then? Were you even going to tell me? This is what you meant the other day right? How things couldn't go back to normal." He says with more anger this time, but quiet enough that nobody could hear us.

"I was just waiting for the right time."

"It seems like I'm the only one who didn't know." He snaps

"Please, I'm sorry. I was just scared how you would react, scared that you wouldn't want this baby. Our baby." I cry.

It wasn't just that though. I was also trying to deal with the fact that I was pregnant and didn't know what to do. Part of me knew I didn't want a baby. I had a good life. I drank, I laughed, I was a teenager having a lot of fun. But I just knew deep in my heart that I didn't want to go through with it. I would either keep it, or adopt it out.

He looked so emotionless just now after he had been angry a moment ago.

He looks at me and says, "You better not tell anyone that baby's mine, because it's not going to be, not after you get an abortion"

"You don't own me. I'm keeping the baby. Regardless of what you say. And don't worry, I won't tell anyone it's yours. Wouldn't want to ruin your reputation, right?" I scoff.
With that I walked off, my pace quick with the heat of getting myself angry again.

I knew Hunter practically my whole life and I had never seen him angry. Well I had, he wasn't exactly the nicest guy in school and got angry at times, but he always was nice to me, and today is no exception.

**** 1am

Nighttime twist back around again. I'm sitting in an old winged chair at the kitchen table; my legs drawn up and my chin propped on my knees, staring at nothing.
The refrigerator door opens, highlighting the kitchen; mom doesn't even notice me.
She grabs a water bottle out of the fridge and turns around. She jumps at the sight of me.
"You scared me. What are you doing out here at 1am? She questions.

"I'm pregnant" I say quietly.

"Sorry, what'd you say?"

"I pregnant" I say once more; but louder this time.

"Oh no, Amelia..." She says.

She sounds so disappointed. She looked at me with the same disappointed face she's given me a million times before. I felt a stinging in my nose and my throat started to tighten. I opened my mouth to let in a small breath as tears welled in my eyes. I fought with everything I had in me to keep them from falling, but when she shook her head I couldn't control it.
She walks over to the table and takes a seat.

"How could you let this happen?"

"I didn't mean for it to happen, it just happened."

"What are you going to do?"

"I don't know, I think I'm going to keep it."

"Honey, you know I love you and would support you no matter what, but are you sure this is what you want? You're only a child yourself."

"I know, mom."

"Who's the father? What'd he say? Does he know?"

"Yes, he knows."

"What did he say?"

"He didn't take it well. He doesn't want it. He wants me to get rid of it." I cry.

"This isn't going to be easy Amelia. A baby is a big responsibility." She pauses. "But no matter your decision, I will be here for you." She smiles, taking my hand.

I force out a smile in return.