Fools rush in...

*Late Wednesday finds me in my room. What a shock that must be for some people. Unlike the last time there is only me. Because I don’t get many visitors. Except for one. And she doesn’t really count because she is family*
*from downstairs comes the voice of my mom* : Tina….dinner.
*at her words I just roll back over and stare at the wall huddled under the blanket that has been trying to slip off of me every chance it gets*
*still downstairs* My mom: Albertina Vargas I said DINNER. Now get your backside down here this instant. *When she doesn’t get a reply that sends her towards the stairs and eventually my room. One which obviously she doesn’t see the need to bother asking first before walking into*
My mom: Look Tina I know you have this ‘rebellious phase’ going through you right now….but you need to eat honey. Your dad has been worried about you. He fears that you might be suffering a relapse of what happened to you,since all you've been doing this week,okay the first few days of it...is come home and crawl into bed. What’s wrong?

*Quietly* I’m….in trouble. Big trouble. Trouble he can’t know about.
My mom: *Leaning in to hear me better* What kind of trouble?
There’s a good chance that I might be pregnant.
My mom: ~Oh no….please tell me your not serious~ *looking down at my tear stained face* who did this to you?
A friend of Lizzie’s.
My mom: Does he have a name?
Ethan Craft.
My mom: I’m going to call this Lizzie and have her come over here.
No! She would go and talk to the guy to make sure it was the truth!
My mom: Well is it?
I’m afraid it is. I went to the free clinic yesterday after school and they did a test on me to see what was wrong.
My mom: And that’s when you found out?
*Shaking my head* No. I won‘t know until tomorrow.
My mom: How far along do you think you might be,if in fact you learn that what you have to face is the 'worst case scenario?'
Not even a month.
My mom: What are you going to do when you find out what might be going on?
I don’t KNOW! I’m still trying to get over the whole mess that happened around this time last month!
My mom: Well I think I need to go back downstairs before the food gets cold. If you feel like coming down later when he’s elsewhere I’ll save you a plate in the microwave.
Thanks.
My mom: Not a problem. Now try to keep your thoughts happy.
I’ll do what I can. *at that she is gone*

*Later*
*Manages to slip out of the house without being spotted by dad and heads over to the space over the garage occupied by someone who might be able to help. When she sees me looking like I will die if I don‘t find someone to talk to she asks me in and banishes Willa from the place they are currently sharing then leads me into her bedroom….by that I mean the one my stepsister is using and all but pushes me down on the bed while sitting down opposite me*

Megan: Okay spill it. Why are you here?
I’m in big trouble. You remember the party last month?
Megan: What about it?
Remember when I went missing for a little while?
Megan: Again…..what about it?
Well it turns out that I left the party with something other than a few burgers and some other food…..’in the oven’.
Megan: You better be talking about something other than what I think you are talking about….
I wish I was…and there is a chance that I might be. The free clinic I went to before I came home said they‘d let me know tomorrow about the test they did when I was there.
Megan: And….?
Its possible that there is a chance that I’m pregnant.
Megan: You know he’ll kill you if he finds out.
Tell me something I don’t know already.

Megan: Sorry. So who’s the suspected ‘daddy to be?’
The boyfriend of that gal who gave me and a few choice others grief.
Megan: Does she know?
*Shakes my head* Only mom knows….so don’t say anything okay?
Megan: Deal. Promise me one thing though.
And that would be….?
Megan: When he kills you….make it so that your will states I get your cd collection and your stereo. They would look good in here.
No chance of that happening.
Megan: Seriously though….do you think you wanna confront the guy yet?
No not yet. Let me see what might happen when and by that I guess I mean ‘if’ I tell dad first.
Megan: Fair enough.