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I had my hands on my ear like they were pretty much every time I was at home, but I could still hear the shouting.  The yelling never stopped, it never lowered it was always there as loud as anything. I always wonder why they don’t get divorced it’s not like they are happy.  I jumped off my bed and opened the window and out I went.  It wasn’t like anyone would notice I was gone.  I ran as fast as she could away from the house until she was a few miles down the road where the Wawa was and there my boyfriend stood his cute dimples and all.  As soon as I saw him I couldn’t help but smile.  He was the only good thing in my whole life.  I ran into his arms.  I could feel the muscles all over and just wanted to melt.  He was the hottest guy I had ever seen and he loves me and I still can’t understand why.  Then he whispers word I will not soon forget “I rented a hotel”  I smiled and say “Great” but I am dreading it.  But I tell myself  if I do it this once he will never ask me again even though I know that it is not true. 

             He is a few years older then me but yet he has no car.  The hotel is about five more miles down the road but at this moment I am glad that it will take longer to get their.  When we arrive I kind of talked myself into looking forward to it.  He takes my hand and starts to walk to the room I want so badly to scream “I don’t want to do this.” But I don’t.  He goes straight to the bed and forces me down, and starts to kiss me I love them but when he reaches for my jeans I realize I can’t do this at all.  I am so scared I almost puke.  When he stops kissing me for a minute I lean into his ear and whisper “ I can’t do this,”  he sits up and looks at me.  I can tell he is angry, but I know he would never hurt me, but he still scares me. 

                I start to cry and I can’t stop.  He comes over and gives me a big hug.  He smiles and says “ You should have just told me,”  I am still crying but I smile a little and laugh at the fact that I was scared to tell him that earlier.  He looks and me once again and smiles and laughs.  Then he says “ Well then I guess you want to go home,”  I answer so quickly “NO”  that he looks at me very suspiciously “ Why don’t you ever want to go home” he asks.   I look down afraid to answer.  I have told him everything about everything but every time he asked about my parents I quickly changed the subject and every time we hung out it was at his house.  I sit that way for a few minutes thinking but then he interrupts my thoughts when he says  “ What’s wrong Jess,” I don’t know how to answer that.  I could tell him everything I could say “What’s wrong What’s wrong well lets see my parents never stop fighting when do stop they only stop because they are so high on  drugs they don’t even realize the other one’s in the room and my sister ran away when she was thirteen because she couldn’t take it anymore.”  But instead I look at him smile and lay down and say “ I’m ready lets do it.”  I still don’t really want to do that but I realize anything is better then telling him the truth about my family.  So for the first time in my life I have sex. 

          Then as I am laying in the bed next to him I realize one thing  we had forgotten one thing.  A condom.  The smile wipes straight off my face and is replaced by a blank stare.  I can’t believe it.  But there is truly nothing I can do know but hope he didn’t have a disease and that I’m not pregnant.  I am so tired at that moment I just fall asleep in his arm. 

            But I wake up a what seemed like a few hours later to him shaking me, and telling me we are going to be late to class again.  I just smile and role over.  At this moment school is the last thing on my mind.  But a few minutes later  I get up and get dressed.  On the way to school I tell him about us forgetting to use a condom.  He just looks at me and says “Hope for the best.”  But I can only think of the worst.

                 When we get to school I am completely distracted by the fact that I could be pregnant I get yelled at in Spanish.  But I don’t really care because the Spanish teacher is a  Bitch.  When I get home  I walk in the door and realize that it will be quiet tonight because my parents are so high they wouldn’t even notice a tornado.  But that just makes it easier for me to sneak out and  go to Jimmy’s house.  When I get to his house we both have the same thought in our minds and that is am I pregnant.  I look at him and tell him I made an appointment for next month because that was the soonest they had.  He looks and me and I look at him and we are both really scared and thinking about what we are going to do if I am.  I say “ Don’t worry I am probably not  we are just being paranoid.”  We get through that week and the next and then we start to worry more because I am having morning sickness and  Jim is starting to flip.  He looks horrible but I probably do too because neither of us have been sleeping.  But it wouldn’t be as bad for him I mean he is almost eighteen and I am only fourteen. 

             Two more weeks pass and finally it’s time for my appointment.It is a Wednesday and  after school today I am going at five o’clock.  I am so nervous I once again can’t concentrate and while taking a English test I start to feel so sick I get up and run to the bathroom.  My teacher gets concerned and follows me.  We are alone in the bathroom and she grabs my hair to hold it for me while I puke.  When I stop she looks at me with a completely serious face and ask me flat out “ Are you pregnant?”  I really don’t want to lie to her so I try to avoid the question.  But she won’t let me she just keeps asking until this other girl walks in the bathroom.  I walk out of the bathroom and back to her class she just keeps looking at me. 

            Then the bell rings I couldn’t be happier.  I practically run out of the school and I get to the doctors just in time.  When get there I sign in and wait.  The I see Jim walking up to the doors I am so happy to see him.  He walks in and just as he is about to sit down they call my name.  He follows me back.  The nurse who calls me back asks we why I am their and I tell her and then asks me what my relation to Jim is and I tell her “He is my boyfriend”  She looks at me surprised.  Then tells me to put on a gown open to the front and leaves the room.  Then what seemed like an hour later the doctor finally came in.  He looks at the paper and then starts to get out all of these weird instrument.  All different kinds and it scares me a little.  Then he tells me to put my feet on the stirrups.  He does a few things and then, finally what seemed like an eternity later he tells me I am done and says he will call me with the results and that I can get dressed and leave. 

               That whole week I stay at Jim’s because that is the number I gave the doctor.  I couldn’t have given them mine because my parents don’t pay any bills so there is no phone.  Then on that Thursday the phone rings  I pick it up it is them.  They say hello is this Miss. Jessica.  I say “Yes” my voice is shaking and Jim is next to me wanting to know every word they are say.  They say “ You are indeed pregnant.”  My whole body starts to shake and I want to cry.  Then they say “ We would like you to come in to discuss more options.”  I say “I will consider it,” and I hang up.  I tell Jim what was said and then I cry in his arms. 

             I cry until his mom walks in the room and asks what’s wrong.  I look and Jim and he looks at me and nods.  I then look at his mom and say “I’m pregnant.”  She looks at me and smiles and comes over and give me a big hug.  A hug like a great mother would give.  She says “I’m so sorry, what are you going to do.”  I look at her and say “ I think, I’m going to keep it.”  She looks and me and smiles and says “ If you need anything just ask.”  I smile and hug her once again.   

           When I go to school the next day it is difficult to get through the day.  But when I get to English class  I decide I will tell my teacher the news I had found out the day before.  She is at her desk grading the test when I walk in the room.  When I get to my seat I pull out a piece of paper, write the horrible news down fold it up, hand it to her and walk away.  When she opens it and reads it the look on her face changes.  But the look on her face is not a surprised look but an upset look.  She stares at me and tries to look me in the eye but I avoid eye contact.  She gets up and walks over to me and whispers in my ear “Follow me,”  so I get up and follow her afraid of what she might say and of what questions she might ask.  When we get in the hallway she looks at me and I can tell she has a million questions running through her head but the first one that pops out is “How far along are you?”  I look at her and tell her “ About a month,”  she looks down not knowing what to say next.  But I can tell how disappointed she is.  Then she asks “Do your parents know?” I shake my head no.