September 22nd, 2009- later that night

Dear Diary,

I’M NOT PREGNANT!!! I thought for sure I was pregnant. Luckily, I’m not. Andrew insisted that we tell my parents what the test was. Negative. My father seemed relieved, my mother, on the other hand, seemed a little relieved, yet, sad. She was looking forward to having grandchildren.

After we had told my parents, Andrew grabbed me aside. He took me to my backyard. The sky was full of beautiful, bright, shiny stars. The moon was full. The air was a little chilly, and the wind was starting to pick up. He looked a little nervous and he was pacing.

I sat down on the canopy swing and he sat down next to me. He put my hand in his and looked deep into my eyes. He had really beautiful eyes. They were a silverish green color. “Will you go out with me?” is what he said to me. All I did was stare at him, shocked. “I know you may not like me that way, but if you just give me a chance. I’m sure you will start to think otherwise.”

“W-what about Lacee?” I asked.

“Lacee,” he smirked, “Lacee was just going out with me, just to go out with me. She never cared about me. She’s been cheating on me from the first time we started dating. Why I never broke up with her, I don’t know why, but I should of done it a long time ago.” He looked away, then back up to me. “Please, just think about it.” Then he stood up, walked towards the gate, and left. I like him, but I’m not sure if I should go out with him. I know Lacee has cheated on him, I’ve seen her all over guys before. It would be nice to have a boyfriend who will treat you right and not abuse you like Micheal did….ow…my side….*sighs*

I need to think….

-Katie-

-School-

As I headed for my locker, someone pushed me. “So, you’re the one who slept with my boyfriend?!” I turned around to see Lacee. She looked upset. All I did was smirk a little. I wasn’t smirking because I slept with her boyfriend, I smirked because the look on her face was extremely funny you’d have to laugh. I’m assuming that wasn’t the right time to do that, because her fist came at my face full speed. I ducked and she hit the lockers. There was pain in her eyes, but she still came at me. Finally, after dodging many punches, she got me.

I lost my balance for a second, but as soon as I lost it, I gained it right back. Someone shoved me into her and she did a bear hug on me. Bear hug? She then grabbed my hair, I grabbed hers. She started to pull my hair, I kneed her in the stomach. She released hold on my hair. I am not the kind of person who fights. I didn’t want to fight, I just wanted to get my things out of my locker and go to class.

Leaving it at that, I was then pinned to the lockers. I tried shoving them away , but their grips were tight. Where are the teachers at? Lacee and her friends all took turns punching me in my gut, one by one. This went on for about three minutes. Each blow was filled with pain.

More and more people started to gather around. It looked like the whole school was there now.

My sight was starting to get a little blurry. I couldn’t feel their punches anymore. I could hardly hear and see them. Everything was soon black.

-Hospital-

“SHE‘S WHAT!?!” I could hear what sounded like my fathers voice. “How can she be pregnant? She just took a test last night that said she wasn’t.”

“I‘m sorry, Mr. Rodriguez, but our tests were quite positive. She is pregnant.” It soon grew silent and I could feel their eyes all on me. “She’s very lucky.”

“Lucky?! She‘s a teenage girl! She‘s going to be a mother! How is that lucky?!” My father seemed quite furious.

“All I‘m saying is that there could have been severe injuries to the child.” He sighed. “I‘ll leave you folks alone for a moment.” The door opened then closed.

Sigh. “What are we going to do, Karen? She’s not ready to be a mother. She’s just a girl. She still has a lot of maturing to do. She cannot possibly handle this on her own.”

“She wont be alone. She‘ll have us.”

I could hear him walking to the opposite end of the room. “No, she wont.”

“What do you mean, John?” My mother asked with a confused tone in her voice.

“I want nothing to do with this child, nor her baby. I want her out.”

“You cant be serious?”

“I am serious, Karen,” he sounded serious, “she can move in with him and his parents.”

“Bu-”

He cut her off. “I will hear no more of this. That‘s final!” The door slammed.

My mother sighed. I could feel tears coming. He cant be serious. He wouldn’t kick his own daughter out. Would he? I couldn’t help but let out a soft whimper. I hope she didn’t hear me. “Honey?” She did. “Sweetie, don’t cry. Everything will be alright. You‘ll see.” I felt her arms go around me. I sat up and curled up in her loving arms.

-Three Days Later-

Finally, out of the hospital. I wasn’t eager to go home or anything, I just was tired of being in that bed all day. As my mom and I drove up the drive way, there was an unfamiliar truck there.

“Mom, whose truck is that? ” I looked at her with curious eyes.

“I don’t know, dear.”

She turned the key and grabbed her purse. She stepped out and walked around the car to the passengers door. She opened the door for me and helped me out. “Mom, you don’t need to help me. I can walk by myself.” She sighed and let me walk on my own.

As we walked inside we were greeted by a man and woman sitting on the couch. My father had just walked in caring two tall glasses filled with cold lemonade. They looked at me as I stood there.

“Kat, why don’t you sit down and meet your father-in-law and mother-in-law.” My father said with a smile.

“My what???” I asked really confused at what he had just said. I shook my head not even wanting to know. “I’m tired. I’m going to my room.” I headed for the stairs when my “mother-in-law” grabbed my arm.

“Hi, Katie. My name is Martha. I’m Andrew’s mother, and this is David, his father.” She pointed to her male partner. I just smiled. “You’re father requested that you stay with us. Normally, it’s the child’s’ father that would be living with the parent-in-laws, but, we don’t mind one bit.” She gave me a big hug and I was nearly suffocated with how much perfume she was wearing.

“Martha, you’re smothering the poor child.” David said. “Where‘s that no good son of mine at? Andrew!” He shouted. “Andrew!” He shouted again. Andrew had just walked in from the kitchen.

“Yeah, Dad?”

“Help your fiancé get her things.” He looked over at me. “We‘ll be back in about two hours.” I nodded.

Andrew grabbed my hand and pulled me up the stairs. His grip wasn’t tight, but it wasn’t exactly loose on my wrist either. His touch was warm against my skin. It felt nice.

-My Bedroom-

He dragged me into my room and shut the door behind us. He just looked at me. I couldn’t tell what his look meant. There wasn’t any expression shown on his face. “Why are you looking at me?”

“I’m not.” He looked away. “We should start packing your things. My dad isn’t the most patient guy in the world.” He walked over to my closet with me trailing behind him. The look on his face was priceless. “I think we‘re going to need more than two hours.” He looked at me, I smirked and walked over to my bed. I got on my hands and knees beside my bed. Reaching underneath the bed I pulled out two large suit cases.

I sighed. “Lets start packing.” I should of protested with my parents about making me move in with him and his family. I don’t want to live with them. I don’t even know them. I guess I have no say in the matter. I walked into my closet grabbing shirts that were hung on hangers, Andrew did the same.

We had the closet completely empty in about an hour. Next, we were emptying out the dresser. Andrew was playing with my bras more than packing them. He’s so immature. He put my pink polka dotted laced bra on top of his head like a three year old. I couldn’t help but smile. He shot me the biggest, cheesiest smile, then took it off of his head and went to the underwear drawer. He showed a lot of interest on his face as he looked at every single one. “I like this one.” He said referring to my black laced see through polka dotted thong.

“Could you please stop acting like an immature little kid?! Your not three.” I spat out at him. I don’t know why I was trying to act like such a big jerk to him. A couple weeks earlier I was very nice to him and would have been laughing like a mad woman if he did the most childish things. Now, I just wanted him gone. I didn’t want him around me. We packed the rest of my things in silence.

Another hour had passed and we were nearly done. David and Martha weren’t here yet. My parents went to the store, and Andrew had collapsed on my bed about five minutes ago and was half awake.

I went down stairs to the kitchen for some orange juice. I propped open the fridge to see that there was no more. So, instead, I had myself a tall glass of cold water. Refreshing. As I put my glass in the sink, I felt two warm, soft hands wrap around my waste. They started to caress my stomach. It felt nice. It was so relaxing. I let the hands gently rub my stomach for a few seconds just enjoying it. Not even thinking, I laid my head back to rest on, what appears to be Andrew’s, chest. I closed my eyes. “Will you go out with me now?” Andrew whispered ever so softly into my ear. His warm breath tickled my ear.

My eyes shot open as I thought of even considering saying yes. “No,” I said harshly pushing away from his touch. “and don’t do that again-ever.” I walked out of the kitchen and up the stairs. I walked into the guest room and pulled out two more suit cases from underneath the bed. I walked out of the room and headed for my own.

I walked in and saw Andrew on his cell phone. “Yeah,” pause. “okay, bye.” He hung up the phone and looked at me. “That was my mom.” He slid the phone into his back pocket. “She said they’re about ten minutes away.” I nodded. He walked over to me and took the suit cases from my hands.

-Ten Minutes Later-

Ten minutes had past already. His parents were still not here, and neither were mine. We managed to pack quickly. Everything was pretty much packed, except for some posters, my blankets, pillows, and sheets, and just a few other things that I would hardly miss.

They’re here. “Well, I guess that’s them.” I looked at him.

“Yeah.” He said as he picked up two suit cases and went out the door. He didn’t even look at me. Oh well. I picked up two other suit cases and was making my way down the stairs when I was startled by Martha’s voice. “What are you doing?!” She shrieked. “You cant carry those. You’re with child. Do you want to injure my grandchild?” Yes. She grabbed the bags from me and gestured for me to follow her. We walked out the front door and towards their truck.

Andrew had then passed me. He was followed by another guy who looked to be around my age. I looked at him with curious eyes as they had walked inside for the rest of my things. “That’s my other son, David Jr.” David had said with a big smile across his face. “He’s our star in sports, school, and just being our son.” I can see who the favorite was.

Twenty minutes had passed and it was time to leave. We entered the truck, and started to drive away. I had a strange feeling in my gut.

David was sitting in the drivers seat, Martha next to him in the passengers’ seat. There was enough room in the front to sit at least two more people. In the back seat behind the driver was David Jr., I was sat in the middle, and Andrew was on my right behind Martha.

My stomach was in pain for no particular reason. I gritted my teeth together trying not to show that I was in pain. “Are you okay?” Andrew whispered into my ear. Again, his warm breath had tickled my ear. I shook my head and gestured towards my stomach. There was hardly any light to see, so I wasn’t sure if he had seen me gesture to my stomach. He whispered in my ear again. “It’ll pass soon, I promise.”

He pulled me closer to him, unnoticed, and reached out for my hand. He grabbed my hand ever so lightly. Pulling my shirt up enough to reveal my stomach, he placed my hand onto my stomach and gently massaged my stomach, my hand in his. It was so relaxing, I was slowly drifting off to sleep. I could feel him let my hand go and pull me in closer to him so that my body was resting next to his. He was rubbing my stomach still. His touch. There’s no words that can describe it. Those were my last thoughts as I went unconscious. His touch.