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Make Me Really Smile, Again.

(1) I'm too young

"No, no, no, no, I'm-I'm too young," I whisper to myself. I was in my black, white, and dark blue bathroom hunched over on my hard toilet lid staring at the first response pregnancy test thet had two lines across the results screen. A silent tear fell from my eye and connected to the lends of my glasses. I collapsed onto the floor, falling softly onto the soft black rug beneath me, curling up into a ball, and sobbing uncontrollably loud.

See, there are three problems for me being pregnant. One, I'm only sixteen. Two, I've never had consensual sex. And three, I can't raise a child on my own, well I can but knowing me something is going to go wrong. But, the worst part is is that usually when a mother has a child as a teenager the child will usually have a child as a teenager as well.

Don't get me wrong I want kids just not right now not when I'm sixteen. I don't know what I am going to do I don't know if I can handle adoption and I'm sure as hell not getting an abortion. Its killing your own flesh and blood and there's a risk that you could lose your ability to reproduce.

Suddenly, the door slams open hitting the black, white, and dark blue tile wall so hard I wouldn't be surpised if the wall had a hole in it. In the doorway stood my mother with a worried and concerned look on her beautiful and tan face. She crawled on the floor, laying down next to me, and wrapping her arms around my back making me fell safe and warm but still being able to look at my pale as snow face.
"Rocky, what's wrong baby girl?" She asked giving me a pouty face. I realized the pregnancy test had fell behind the toilet where my mom couldn't see it only showing a little it's smooth, white, plastic casing. I stretch my arm over my mom's neck and stretch my short, thin arm as far as it'll go. I feel around the cold black tile floor until I feel the smooth plastic casing and grab it. I pull back my arm, hand the pregnancy test to my mother, barry my face in her shoulder, and cry into it about out of tears.
"Rocky, I'm sorry sweetie I know this sucks having a baby at the same age I did but don't worry everything is gonna be alright."
"Mom," I choked out through my sobs " i have never had consensual sex though." I could feel the pure anger radiating through her body.
"Ti amo e ogni cosa andrĂ  bene lo prometto," she whispered into my ear. It meant 'I love you and every thing will be alright' in Italian. See, my mom was born in Italy so her first language was Italian but when she turned sixteen she moved to New Jersey and learned English. My first language was a Italian also and then of course English.
"Ti amo troppo," I whispered back wioping the tears from my eyes. It means I love you too. My mom looked at me trying her best to hide her anger by covering it up with a smile and i gave her a weak one trying to hide my anger. My mom's beautiful smile didn't help the fact I was pregnant with my rapist's baby. We both sat up both our faces plastard with fake smiles.
"Sweetie, you need to fix your make up, get to school, and we'll talk about this rape you never told me about when i get home from work," she said in the sweetest tone trying but failing to hide the anger in her voice and a large smile remaind plastard face. I nodded my head still keeping the fake plastard smile on my face as best I could. I wiped away the other few tear that had shed from my amber eyes. She got up and helped me up with her young hands helping mine. I looked into her oceanic blue eyes as she tucked the naturally black hairs that had fell into my face.

The only characteristics my mom and I have the same of are our small noses, boney jaws, and our full lips. My mom has small oceanic blue eyes, natural light brown hair, tan skin, and rosy red cheeks. While I have big amber eyes, ligth red cheeks, natural black hair, and pale as snow skin.
"Every little thing is gonna be alright (be alright)' she sang bumping her hip into mine. i gave a fake laugh and bumped my hip into hers like she did to mine. She left the bathroom laughing and humming every little thing is gonna be alright. I grab my make up remover pads, take off my glasses, wipe off the messy black eyeliner, and redo my mascara while I was waiting for the remover to soak in. I put on fast eyeliner went back into my room, grabbed my backpack, swung it over my shoulder, and walk the walk of shame to school. Of course since I was looking at my feet I ran into someone. Nice going Rocky.



Notes

hope you like it! I try to post three times a week!


Bria/ Famous Dead


Comments

@hparker1898
Posted it just the other day!!! Hope you enjoy!!! Sorry it took so long to update.

Famous Dead Famous Dead
2/13/15

When is the new update coming

hparker1898 hparker1898
1/17/15

I love this story a lot. I was addicted to it....very addicted.

Killjoy_Love19 Killjoy_Love19
6/28/14

heheh patty

another_loser another_loser
6/27/14

@MCR_ShatteredHeart
YES!!! ANOTHER SIMPLE PLAN LOVER!!!

Famous Dead Famous Dead
6/9/14