16 and Pregnant

Amelia Seinfeld

When Brandon and I had gotten home from the doctor, neither of us said a word to one another. Brandon walked straight down the hall and into the bedroom after tossing the keys onto the countertop. I sat down onto the couch, sinking down into it. I was beginning to regret sleeping with Brandon. Then I realized that I could never regret that. All I was regretting was not using birth control. I peered down at my stomach and lifted my shirt, poking at my belly.
"There's a baby in here." I mumbled to myself and sighed. Then I heard a shriek and heavy footsteps.
"Brandon!" I yelled. Throwing my head back, I noticed Brandon standing behind me. I jumped and yanked my head back up.
"Josephine." He said. I turned around and looked at him. He had tears in his eyes.
"Yes." I answered. His facial expression didn't change. He just gazed at me, weak-eyed.
"Josephine." He repeated and breathed heavily. I stood up and grabbed his shoulders, giving him a shake.
"What's wrong?" I said again and he shut his eyes, dosing off. Then he grew heavy in my arms and I let go off his body. Brandon fell to the floor immediately and blood spurted out of a gash through his stomach.
"Brandon!" I screamed and ran over to him. I grabbed his shirt and shook him again.
"Brandon!" I cried and pulled out my phone to call 911.
"Hello, can we help you?" I heard a voice on the other line. I was hyperventilating.
"My boyfriend is cut really badly and he's bleeding and he fainted and I," I stopped to catch my breath, "I don't know how it happened, but...please help me." I sobbed and laid my face on Brandon's chest.
"We're coming. Just breath. Can you give us the address please?" She said in a calming voice.
"It's 20 Duville Rd. apt c316. Please help me!" I said. The voice said they'd be here soon and I hung up.
"I love you." I whispered and kissed his neck. "I love you so much."

I stood up and dusted off my knees. Looking down the hall, I saw drips of blood on the floor that lead into the bedroom. I followed them and I saw that the window was open. I ran to the window and looked out of it. Running my hand over the window sill, I felt something wet. I lifted my and and I screamed as I saw that it was covered in blood. Shivers ran through my entire body and I was stiff. I stared at the blood and then the door burst open. Doctors and paramedics rushed into the room handling Brandon's body rougher than I would've preferred. A women in scrubs walked down the hall and found me shaken standing in the middle of the room.
"It's not mine!" I cried as she asked me questions that I wasn't actually hearing.
"It's not my blood." I sobbed. The nurse was patient and guided me onto the bed where I sat.
"Where did it come from?" She asked me. I pointed to the window sill with a shaking finger.
"The window?" I shook my head and the nurse put on a glove and leaned over the edge of the window.
"Detective!" She called and a tall dark-skinned man who was rather handsome emerged. I scolded myself for thinking in that way. He pulled out a cotton swab and swiped the blood before placing it into a plastic bag.
"Let's get you out of here while he takes a look around. We've got your boyfriend and he is being rushed to our emergency center." She said which all sounded like wish-wash. I nodded with a scrambled brain and a rushing heart.
"Is he gonna be okay?" I mumbled to the nurse as she led me into the ambulance that was to follow Brandon.
She didn't answer.