Skinny Love

Chapter 2

Mark and I started seriously dating after that, and we even went to each others houses for Christmas. But the second week of January when school started back I was unable to go. 

During the weekend I told Mark that I was sick, I'd texted him and said he shouldn't come over. So he didn't. It had been going on since before the break but not as serious as it had started to get the first week of January. That Monday, mom stayed home with me, as I'd been throwing up all night and could barely get out of bed. I couldn't even hold down crackers, or ginger ale.

On Tuesday mom stayed home with me again and I was grateful. My mom and I are very close, she made sure of that because she didn't have the best mom. I never saw my grandmother but never knew exactly why. I had been laying on the couch all day, I couldn't do much I tried to read but I was just too nauseous. That was when I realized something.

"Mom." I called weakly. My covered my face with my hands. She came running in with a big bowl, she sat and put a hand on my back, rubbing it.

"It's okay." she started.

"No it's not." I told her and removed my hands from my face.

"You're going to-" I cut her off shaking my head.

"Mom I have to tell you something." she said 'okay' but made me lay down. I stared at the ceiling at I talked. "I think I know what's wrong."

"Honey, we're going to the doctor tomorrow and they'll get you some medicine. You'll be fine."

"Mom I don't think I'm actually sick."

"What do you mean?" she was rubbing my arm now.

"Like the first week of December, right before me and Mark started going out, we were on the trail and I kissed him."

"What does this have to-" I silenced her.

"And I haven't gotten my period, I just dismissed it because their always irregular, but..." It was extremely awkward at the moment and right as I finished that sentence I couldn't hold it in any longer and threw up. Mom held my hair back as I vomited my head off. Her mouth still in an 'oh', her head shaking. She looked so frantic and worried.  "Let me explain." I tried to tell her.  Mom ran and got a cold wet towel for my face. "I really didn't think anything of it, mom. It was my first time." I was so mad at myself. I just ruined my life, I couldn't ruin Mark's too. He had his whole live ahead of him. He would be successful, and I was not going to take that from him, I couldn't and wouldn't. I winced, my throat felt raw and I was on the urge of puking again. "I can't believe, how stupid!" she was hugging me as I cried, her hand moving up and down my arm Shh-ing me. "It's okay." she'd keep saying probably stunned. I knew it wasn't okay. "I didn't even think about it until now." snot covering my face and tears down my cheeks. Was I overreacting? Wait, am I actually pregnant? I'm sure of it, I couldn't have gotten sick over break I wasn't around anyone who was sick. Was this, morning sickness? That title is a god damn lie, I've been glued to my bed for almost four days!

"You know what?" her face was so close to mine, as she looked me in the eyes. I couldn't tell if she was so mad, it didn't show, or if she was just disappointed. "I'm going to go get some tests at the store, okay? I'll be right back." she stood and I grabbed her hand.

"I didn't mean for this, I'm a horrible daughter. I'm so sorry." her face looked disgusted.

"Do not, say that! You are not a horrible daughter. You are still my daughter and I love you no matter what." she set my arm down carefully, and pat my hand. "Now I'll be back, you have your phone and this bowl." she said pointing. "Stay in bed, and drink small sips of ginger ale." I looked over at the glass on the table. Ugh. "I'll pick up some more crackers while I'm there."