Chapter One

"No, no, this can't be happening!" I yelled at the thin white stick in my hands. It had a pink plus sign on it and I started to feel the daily morning sickness come on.

I dropped the stick in the stick as I fell on my knees to vomit in the toilet. I threw up twice before finally flushing the toilet. I sprayed some air freshener before leaving my bathroom with the test in hand.

"How can I be pregnant? I know that I had sex a lot but they were protected! Sure, I wasn't on birth control, but like Mom would've really took me down to the clinic to get some!" I yelled to myself (I often talk to myself, but I am not crazy...yet) as I walked into my room and throwing myself on my bed.

It was a Thursday morning but I didn't have any classes until ten. Mom had already left for work and I considered skipping school. Cause I know if I go then I would be tempted to tell my friends and it would be all over the school by lunch.

So I texted Camille and told her that I wasn't feeling well and that I was going to the doctor later. She texted me back after a few minutes, telling me that everyone misses me already.

I found the number for my OB/GYN and dialed their number, "Hi, do you do pregnancy tests?"

"Yes, would you like to make an appointment? We have an opening at 12:30, if you're interested."

"Yes, make the appointment under Abby Lane please." I hung up and went downstairs insearch of ice cream.

Now, who's the dad? I have been having sex with Marco for the past 5 months, it has to be him. I curled up with my bowl of cookie-dough ice cream on the couch.

I tried to stop thinking about it but I couldn't pull my mind away from the fact that there might be an Abby/Marco Jr in my stomach right now. I finished my bowl of ice cream and went up to my room. I threw on a pair of jeans and a purple t-shirt.

I grabbed my sweatshirt, my phone, and my keys and jumped in my car. I quickly turned on the heater and found some music. I waited until the car warmed up before pulling out of the driveway.

I pulled up to the mall and quickly got inside, running because of the cold. It was early November (like the fourth or something) and it was already below freezing. I got to the food court and got a smoothie before pulling out my phone to check the time.

It was only 11:28 Marco might be up by now. And with that I called him up while walking down the mall and looking through some windows.

"What the hell Abby? It's early and I'm still hungover from the party last night. Paul hasn't given me any of that stuff that gets rid of it yet." He groaned and I sighed.

"Trust me Marc, with what I have to say you don't even need that stuff." I said and I went inside a shoe store to look at their newest boots.

"Abby this better not be a booty call," he warned.

"It's not," I said truthfully, "sex is the last thing on my mind right now."

"Why? Sex is always on your mind," he said and I gasped.

"You make me sound like a slut. I just have a healthy sexual appitiate that's all," I said with that duh tone that every girl teenager had. If I say what age I lost my virginity, then I might seem like a slut.

"Okay, did someone tell you that you were fat?"

"No, I have a perfect figure," I said but then thought, for now.

"Did your mom take away your credit card?"

"No, but I do not need her money. I have plenty from my job," I said picking up cute heels but then thought, people say your ankles get swollen, probably shouldn't add heels to the mix.

"Did you lose your car keys?" He asked close to exasperation.

"Of course not, Betty is safe in the parking lot and her keys are in my pocket," I said and patted my pocket for good measure, I hope I can fit behind the wheel in a few monthes.

"Well did your damn dog die?"

"Nope, I don't even have a dog," I said calmly, even if I did, he would not be good for the baby.

"Then what the fuck is it?" He yelled and I took a deep breath gathering the courage to say this.

"Marco, I think I might be pregnant. And you are the only one I've been having sex with for a while. I'm going to the doctor today to double check but I took a home test this morning and it was positive. And I've skipped three periods and I've been having morning sickness for the past month and I've been eating more." I said in a rush and I heard glass shatter in the background.

"Shit Abby! What the hell? We used a condom every time we fucked! I told you to get birth control and you said you'd handle it! Well here you go, time for you to handle it! I don't want anything to do with it!" He yelled and I heard a click as he hung up

I slowly put my phone in my pocket and sat on a bench I was passing by. Shock controled my features and I put my head in my hands.

"What am I going to do?" I whispered and started to cry. I felt a hand on my shoulder, I looked up to see a elderly woman that had a warm smile on her face.

"What could be the matter child?" She sat down next to me and held my hands in hers and kept that smile on her face.

"I might be pregnant, I'm sixteen and the father said he doesn't want anything to do with it. On top of that, my mother will kill me when she finds out and I can't even begin to think what my friends will do." More tears slipped out and the lady's smile grew even brighter.

"Well lets think of the positive outlook on this. You are carrying a baby inside of you, and you don't have to worry about the father messing the child up. Your mom will have to tend to your needs, and you get to see which friends are really your friends." She said and, with a motherly pat on my hands, she got up and walked away.