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“You have got to be kidding me!”
I wince at his harsh tone and take a step back. He runs a shaky hand through his shaggy hair and shoots me a sideways glare. I frown and reach a hand out towards him. He moves out of my reach and I blink up at him.
“Get rid of it,” he whispers in a ragged voice. A shock rushes through my body and I instinctively clutch my stomach.
“What did you just say?” I mutter. He finally turns and faces me full on.
“Get. Rid. Of. It.”
“How dare you?” I accuse. “How could you say something like that about...about our...”
“See, Brit? You can’t even say the word.” He pauses and lets out a string of curses. “How could you have let this happen?”
“So, it’s my fault I’m pregnant?” I reply, my voice rising an octave. “You were the one who didn’t want to use protection!”
“You should be on the pill!”
“I’m fifteen years old, Asher. Why would I be on the pill at fifteen years?” I throw up my hands in exasperation.
“You should be on the pill because we were having sex!” he shoots back. I cross my arms over my chest defiantly.
“You still can’t blame it all on me,” I say. Asher groans.
“Brit, I swear to God, get rid of it or--”
“Or what, Asher?” I mock. Fire burns brightly in his dark eyes and for a moment I’m terrified of what power he holds over me.
“Or we’re through,” he finishes. And I thought this couldn’t get any more surprising.
“Are you serious?” I ask.
“Dead serious. Get rid of it or we’re done. I can’t have a child at sixteen, Brit. I’m on the varsity soccer team. I’ve got college scouts coming to look at me. That’s unheard of for a high school sophomore. I can’t let anything distract me,” he explains, the threatening tone never leaving his voice.
“Then I guess I won’t be a distraction for you anymore,” I murmur, letting the threatening tears slip down my cheeks. I swallow a sob and turn to get into my car.
“Babe, it doesn’t have to be like this. Just get rid of it and--”
“It?” I cut him off, turning around and getting into his face. “Stop calling our baby an it, Asher. There is a human being inside of me. He or she is not an ‘it’.”
I lean back and shake my head solemnly. He locks his jaw and refuses to look at me.
“I guess this is it, then,” he says. I shrug.
“Goodbye, Asher,” I whisper before getting in my car and driving away.
Back at home, I am still trying to find a way to tell my parents. I stand in front of the mirror in my bathroom and take off my shirt. I’m already starting to show a very small bump, though I always wore baggy clothing so you couldn’t tell. As I run my hands over my barely there bump, I hear a gasp. I turn to see my mom standing in the door frame, a look of horror on her face.
“Mom, I can explain,” I say quickly. She chokes out a sob, shaking her head.
“Please tell me that’s not what I think it is,” she murmurs. I frown and nod.
“For goodness sake, Britney, please tell me you aren’t pregnant!” she interrupts me, raising her voice. For the second time today, the tears begin to flow down my cheeks. I push past her and run to my room. She is right behind me.
“What’s going on?” My dad rushes into the room and I notice that his eyes lock immediately onto my stomach.
“Daddy,” I choke out. He puts a hand to his mouth and shakes his head.
“What happened?” he asked. “Please, Brit, tell us you aren’t...that you aren’t...”
I nod once. My dad lets out a yell and slams his fists onto the door frame. My mom chokes out another sob. I cringe inwardly and take a step towards them. My dad looks at me, his eyes void of emotion.
“You are not my daughter. I want you out of this house by tonight,” he mutters and walks out of the room. I shocked cry leaves my throat. I look at my mom. She shakes her head and follows him, closing the door behind her.
I fall to the floor and let the sobs rack my body.
“What am I going to do?” I cry out. “Oh god, what am I going to do?”