When The Truth Comes Out

Hiding the Truth

This chapter is dedicated to "Evil_Regal"

For creating an amazing book cover just for me! So thanks AGAIN (:

I really hope you guys like this chapter. It was fun to write, but where I promised it to be up today I wrote it in a day. So it's not my best. Sorry it's so short though, i just didn't have any need to add an extra scene to this chapter. :/ well anyway reeeaaaddd!!!

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Of course I already knew what it said, I had known for at least a month now. It was now time for me to look. Even though I had been fighting it for the past ten minutes.

And there it was:

The pink plus sign was the same on both tests, I knew it wouldn't change. I let out a puff of air and sank down the cabinets until my butt reached the linoleum. One by one tears began to flow, sure to some this was great news, but to me it was like saying you have nine months to live. No pun intended. I clutched my hands over my stomach, realizing that it already felt swollen. A human was growing inside of my tiny stomach. The thing was a reminder of who its father is. A reminder of a mistake I made. But for some reason knowing a replica of me and Landon growing inside me, made sleeping with Landon seem less of a mistake. It somehow made it feel right.

I stood back up after five more minutes on the cold floor.

There I stood, gawking at my reflection in the mirror. It's funny how much your life can change from just one little mistake. I knew there was no turning back, no denial allowed toward this "situation" any longer.

I took once last glance at myself in the body length mirror, then shifted my eyes back to the object dangling in my hand. I knew it, this was happening. My life is officially over before the age of sixteen.

What makes it worse is that it's my fault if I had never let Landon comfort me we would have never had sex. And if we had never had sex this baby would not slowly be taking over my body. But I know it's not "it's" fault, I just wish I knew he and my parents would understand. But they wouldn't. Then again what parent would, their youngest daughter pregnant, probably not every parents dream. And no guy wants a baby when there seventeen.

I stood back up from the ground, stretching my body to its full max. I had no idea where I was going to put the two pregnancy tests without my mother noticing. So after a minute of pondering I went down stairs, hiding the pregnancy tests in my pocket. Something about urine soaked sticks didn't appeal to me, especially when they were less than a centimeter away from my skin. I knew it was the only place I could put them, so that's where I hid them while I galloped my way down the stairs.

When I reached our pantry in the kitchen, I opened the doors in search of a few Wal-Mart grocery bags. I grabbed two from the bag holder and began wrapping the two test up as much as the first bag would let me. When I got to the second bag, someone cleared their throat. My first reaction was to freeze, but that would make it more noticeable that I was hiding something in my hand. So without wasting any more time I shot my head up quickly. Yeah, way too obvious.

When my head shot up what I never expected to see was my brother Cameron leaning on the stove.

He still had the same haircut as the last time I saw him. Not long, but not bald. A nice looking style that suited him a great deal, with his dark chocolate brown hair. And his sun kissed skin. He wore his hands tucked away in his blue jeans, waiting for my response.

I immediately dropped my evidence to the floor and ran in to my brothers open arms.

"Oh my gosh! Cameron! What are you doing here?" I practically screamed into his ears.