16 and Pregnant

Streets

I only thought to go to Amy's apartment. I wrapped myself up in my sheet and started running down the the street to her house. It was cold and the skies were gray. I hadn't stopped crying and my heart was pounding and I was getting a headache. I stopped and leaned up against a brick apartment building and just started sobbing. I didn't know what to do. I can't go back home and my mom hates me. She was disgusted by me.
"Josephine Frank!" I heard someone call from down the street. I looked up but I couldn't make out who it was since my eyes were glazed over with tears.
"Who are you?" I mumbled. I wiped my eyes and looked around aimlessly. It had suddenly gotten dark over the few minutes that I was crying. A body sat down next to me and cleared his throat.
"Remember me? I'm Brandon Dykes." He spoke. His voice seemed to have gotten deeper overnight or maybe I was just trying to make him hotter that he already was. What am I thinking? I have Amy. Oh shit, I forgot about Amy.
"Hi, Donny." I mumbled then I just realized I called him Donny.
"Brandon." I corrected myself. I adjusted the sheets around my boobs.
"Why are you out here with no clothes on?" He asked and wrapped his arm around me and I was immediately warmed.
"My mom kicked me out." I whined. I covered myself and leaned into him for comfort. What am I doing? He smoothed down my hair and held me a little closer. I liked it.
"Damn. What did you do?" He asked me and I grinned a little and then frowned as I replayed it in my head.
"She saw me sleeping with my girlfriend and called me a whore. She said she didn't want to see me." I vented and tucked my hair behind my ears.
"I'm so sorry." He said and looked at me with his beautiful eyes.
"Don't worry about it." I told him and he smiled. I thought he'd offer me a ride or something, but he didn't.
"Do you have a car?" I asked Brandon and he nodded.
"Yeah, you need a ride?" He asked and stood up.
"Please?" I responded. He helped me up and tucked in the corner of my sheet.
"No problemo!" He smirked and gestured down the street to a black pick -up parked in the C316 apartment parking space.
"You live here?" I asked. Brandon nodded and I didn't say anything else. He opened the door and let me in and he got in on the other side.
"Where to?" He asked and I gave him Amy's address.
"Amelia Seinfeld is your girlfriend?! But she's so fu-freaking hot!!" He asked, clearly in shock. Brandon's eyes were wide as she spoke her name. I'd never thought of her as hot, neither did any other guy. They just thought she was a cute, round-faced girl, with a petite, but sexy body who was always happy.
"Yep!" I smiled. "Don't get any ideas." I warned him and then he was silent until we reached her apartment.

"Do you want me to wait for you?" He asked as I stepped out of the car. I paused and looked at him.
"I'll probably be bunking here but you can come in if you like. It's Apt. A19."I responded, but Brandon shook his head.
"I'm not coming in." He said. I said goodbye and thanked him before heading up to Amy's room. I knocked on the door.
"It's me, Joey." I said. Her door is usually open but strangely enough, it was locked.
"I don't wanna see you!" I heard a muffled yell and a bang on the opposite side of the door.
"I'm sorry she did that to you. Please let me in!" I called, but she didn't open the door.
"I'm a slut, why would you wanna see me. Why are apologizing for your mom? You messed up, Joey! I don't wanna see you." She whined and I could hear her crying as she slid her back down the door.
"You're not a slut!" I slammed into the door. "Open up, Love." I said back, trying to stay calm as tears welled up in my eyes.
"Don't you dare call me Love! If you really loved me, you'd've told your mom about me. What's that, huh? She thinks I'm a whore cause I like girls. You're ashamed of me!" Amy screamed and opened up the door.
"What do you want?!" She grimaced.
"I want you. I'm sorry." I sobbed.
"Oh, shut up. I don't have the patience. You lied to me! You told me your mom knew and that she was okay with us being together." Amy stared me dead in the eyes.
"I didn't want you to worry." I lied...again. I couldn't tell Mom because she doesn't want me to date at all, let alone have sex with a girl. I was ashamed, but I'd never tell Amy that.
"I don't want to hear it. I don't want to see you. You said you loved me but it was all a lie. Leave me alone!" Amy yelled at me and shut the door, but stopped it open with my hand.
"Amy, wait. I said I was sorry. I do love you."
"Bullshit, Josephine Frank! Bullshit. I never want to see you again. Don't think about coming here, don't think about calling me! I break up with you, Josephine Frank. I break up with you!" She forced the door shut almost catching the tip of my fingers. I dropped to my knees and cried. I just lost everything. The only two people I love...gone.
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I got myself together and headed back outside. To my surprise and my rescue, Brandon was still waiting outside. I ran to his car, jerked the door open, and bawled. I cried my heart out.
"Brandon, she hates me. She doesn't want anything to do with me. Please....please help me." I cried. I was so alone and helpless. I was kicked out onto the streets and had one chance: Brandon.