I was petrified. My hands were shaking vigorously and my palms were sweaty and clammy. My heart was ramming relentlessly against my rib cage and I was near drowning in the sweat coming from my brows.
There were two red lines on every one of the three pregnancy strip on the bathroom counter staring back at me and they meant only one thing; i am dead meat.
What do I do? Who do I tell?! Inalillahi wa inna ilaihirrajiun. My mum is going to hate me. My dad is going to die of disappointment and my brother, he will murder me for sure.
After ten minutes of hyperventilating and panicking, I pulled myself together and called the first person that came to mind.
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Teen FictionLayla is eighteen, beautiful, popular and now pregnant! Being from the family she is, she knows her life just ended after it had just barely began.
