hey guys! this is the second part of the book im working on, let me know if you like it(: (still dont have a name sorry ill work on it)
I faked sick to skip the dinner. I knew I would just bum everyone out if I went. So instead I stayed home and cried my eyes out. I figured I could go about a month before having to break the news to my family.
Still, I needed someone I could trust to talk things over with, and Lauren was the first person that popped into my head.
Lauren and I had been the closest of friends since seventh grade. I trusted her with all my secrets, as she did with hers. We acted the exact same, talked the same, and often, accidentally, dressed the same. We just knew each other my heart, and that was that. I knew she would be mad with me, but she would stick by me, no matter what. She was like that, never giving up on someone. She was always around when I needed her. She was the perfect friend.
I took out my phone and dialed her number, which I knew by heart. She answered on the second ring.
“Hey Avery, what’s up?” I knew that was exactly what she would say, that’s what she always says when she answers the phone.
“Lauren, I need you to come over” My voice was shaking, and it was pretty obvious I was trying not to cry.
“Avery, are you okay? You sound scared. Don’t worry I will be over in a minute” The phone hung up and I knew she would be over within seconds, considering the fact that she lived about five houses up the street.
I walked downstairs to the big wooden door, and opened it slowly. Everything I did today seemed to just go by in a slur. Probably because I felt like vomit was just waiting to come up my throat.
From the end of the long driveway, I saw Lauren running down with a worried expression on her face. Her short red hair was pulled back into a ponytail, which made her look athletic. She was wearing a bright green tee-shirt on, the one that made her look like a watermelon with her red hair. I laughed at the memory of me telling her that, forgetting about my problem. Then I re-remembered and went back to being a total mess.
Breathing heavily from running Lauren said “What’s wrong? Tell me now.”
“Something horrible has happened and I don’t know what to do.” My voice was quivering, and I felt tears in my eyes. I took her hand and we walked upstairs into my bedroom. I pointed under the bed and she reached under and pulled out the box.
“What… what’s this Avery? A pregnancy test? You don’t think you’re…. pregnant do you?” She then realized the box was open, looked inside and gasped at what she saw. Lauren’s face went white as mine had done when I say the positive sign.
“I did it this afternoon. There is no way to tell if they are right though, they could be wrong.” I hoped she would agree, but her expression stayed the same.
“Avery, you took three of these, there is no way they could all be wrong, you are pregnant.” She looked at me with wide eyes, the color of her face coming back as the idea settled in her head.
Again I felt the tears come up in my eyes, and I fell to the ground once again. Lauren quickly ran over and put her hand on me.
“It’s okay, it’s okay. You have help, I will help you, and your family will help you. You’re not alone, you will be okay.” Her voice was comforting, but not enough. I just sat there, crying as she held me. After I was finally done, I sat up and looked at Lauren.
“What am I going to do?” My voice sounded weak, and Lauren could tell how scared I was.
“We will figure it out, have you told your parents yet?” She already knew the answer. I never told my parents anything, and she knew I was going to drag it out until it became necessary. “Doesn’t matter, but one thing I need to know. Who is the father?”
Wow. I hadn’t even thought about that. Why had that question not crossed my mind? Then I remembered why.
I didn’t know who the father was.
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