“You’re a fucking prick,” I yelled to Louis who was sitting on the bed in complete silence.
He didn’t even dare to look at me. He knew I was upset by what he just said, but I was upset too.
How could I not be?
Anybody in my situation would be just upset as me, maybe even more.
“This can’t happen,” I murmured under my breath.
“I can’t believe this happened. We were careful!” Louis yelled, hopping off of the bed as he began to pace back and forth, it was clear it was truly starting to settle into his mind that he was going to be a teen dad.
“Louis, calm down. We don’t want your parents to come home and find out I’m pregnant,” I told him.
Louis turned to me and sighed, he sat back down on the bed.
“This is all my fault. I am so fucking sorry Isabella.” Louis said to me.
I took a deep breath in and out, trying to calm myself, as I sat down next to him.
“So...what do we do?” I asked him.
I turned to me, “You’re asking the wrong question here Bella, what are you going to do?”
I raised my eyebrow confused.
“What do you mean? This is our baby. We make a decision together. Whether that’s have an abortion, give the baby up for adoption, or have the baby and raise it together.” I questioned him.
Louis looked at me, straight in the eyes, I could already tell what he was going to say, but I didn’t want to hear it. I stood up from the bed, and stormed out of Louis’s room. I ran down the stairs and out into the backyard.
I began to hyperventilate, as a huge panic attack was coming over me. I couldn’t breathe. I took a seat down next to the large pool, and quickly calmed myself by looking at my reflection in the pool.
I could see myself getting fat, and pregnant.
My greatest fear.
After being abandoned by both of my parents at a young age, and being thrown into a hell wind of foster care, I was terrified of losing Louis, and now, I was.
I could hear soft footsteps behind me, and soon I saw Louis’s reflection in the pool, as he was standing right behind me.
I sniffled, as I was truly crying now.
“We...are supposed to be best friends. You’re leaving me. I thought I meant more to you than that?” I began, he opened his mouth to speak, but I once again spoke not allowing him to talk. “You have told me for 10 fucking years, that it would always be us. That you’d always be there for me, but the second you get me pregnant, you leave? How is that fair?” I asked him.
Louis sat beside me, not daring to look at me though.
“I’ll happily be there for you, if…” he began to say, but hauled at his next few words, trying to say them carefully. “If...if...you get an abortion. Other than that...I’m not interested in being your friend anymore. I understand that we could give the baby up for adoption, but I don’t want my kid out there with some random fucking strangers. I also don’t want to be a dad Bella. I am so sorry, but I can’t be there for you if you decide to go with those two options. I’ll pay for the abortion, if that’s what you want…”
“I can’t believe this. Everything we’ve been through has been a complete fucking lie.” I said.
I almost couldn’t believe this was happening. First my pregnancy and second how Louis wasn’t going to be there for me unless I had an abortion, which I knew wasn’t going to happen. So I was going to have to raise this baby on my own or give the baby up for adoption.
“I’m not getting an abortion Louis. I’m going to go home and tell Cassandra that I’m pregnant,”I told him.
Cassandra was my adoptive mom. She adopted me when I was 3. Along with her husband Nick. I hate both of them, even though they treated me good, I resented them, as I always have.
“Then what, huh? I won’t stick around if this is your decision…” Louis asked me.
I turned to him and rolled my eyes, “I expected more from you Louis, someone who I love, and I have stood by for 10 years. I just can’t believe that you are doing this to me” I said before looking back at my reflection in the pool.
“I told you, Isabella…” he said, his voice was getting tense. “I do not want to be a dad. I refuse to be a father at my age. I am sorry that I got you pregnant, and I will take some of the responsibility in knowing what happend, but I will not be there to support you if you truly want to keep this baby.”
I stood up from the side of the pool and walked inside and up to his room. He followed me, but not saying anything. I was done. I was truly done.
I hated myself for wasting my time with someone who clearly didn’t want a child or me. Yes, I know it would cause tons of stress, but here he is, leaving me even though I’m pregnant. And I hate him for it.
I began to pack up every little thing in his room that belonged to me, and he still didn’t say anything. He didn’t speak, and he didn’t dare stop me.
Once I had all of my stuff in 3 bags, I grabbed my phone and texted my ‘mother’ to come and get me.
“Cassandra will be here in 5 minutes,” I told him before shoving past him and heading downstairs.
I took a seat on the couch near the front door, as I waited for my ride to come.
I took out my phone and watched Cassandra’s location move from the house, up until it hit Louis’s house.
He didn’t come and say goodbye to me. He didn’t even come into the room.
Once Cassandra got here,I quickly headed out the door, but didn’t allow myself to cry in front of her.
I headed into the car, while throwing my stuff into the back.
Cassandra seemed to be taken aback by my actions. “Honey, what’s wrong? Why do you have bags filled with your stuff?” she asked me concerned. I ignored her. She didn’t drive. She just stared at me.
“DRIVE!” I yelled to her. She sighed, before starting up the car and driving me home.
I ran upstairs as soon as we got home, and didn’t dare respond to Nick who called at my name for slamming my door shut. I jumped onto my bed and screamed loudly into my pillow. I hated myself so much!
I allowed this fucker to use me, to get me pregnant, and to leave me. I needed to tell Cassandra soon.
I heard a knock on the door, and my gaze went from my ceiling to Cassandra who stood in my doorway.
“I know you’re upset sweetheart, but please...talk to me,” Cassandra begged as she slowly walked into my room and sat down next to me in bed.
Tears started to flow down uncontrollably as I could truly no longer keep it in.
I crawled over to Cassandra and buried my head into her chest, letting out all of the tears that I had.
She didn’t say anything, but she only let me cry, wrapping her arms around me. Trying to comfort me.
I cried for what felt like forever, until I finally backed away from her and wiped away my tears.
“I...I...I...need to tell you something.” I began to say, stuttering as I began.
Cassandra looked at me concerned, but waited till I was ready to finally tell her the truth.
“I...I...a..am...pre...preg...pregn...pregnant!”I yelled, finally allowing it to come out.
Cassandra just looked at me, not saying a word. Her facial expression didn’t change from what it just was when she was comforting me.
“Get out…” she muttered. I still heard her, though.
“Cassandra…” I said trying to stop her from repeating it again.
“Get the fuck out of my house you little fucking slut.” Cassandra spat.
My eyes widened at her choice of words, but I lowered my head.
I knew she was serious, so I got up from my end and walked toward my closet, “Stop…” she told me.
I turned to her hoping she had changed her mind, “You will take nothing except the clothes on your back.”
“Please...no…” I begged.
Cassandra shook her head and pointed toward the door, and I lowered my head and ran out of the house.
I ran down my street, with tears falling down my face.
I had to slow down as I started to hyperventilate.
I could feel myself starting to have a panic attack.
I looked around and saw that the park was right near me, so I took a seat on the bench that sat right in front of the playground.
My breathing started to slow down, as I slowly calmed down.
I was alone, Louis wanted nothing to do with me anymore, and my ‘mother’ kicked me out, throwing me to the streets with no other items.
I continued to cry, because as of right now, that’s the only thing I could do. I was all alone, and I had no one to go to. It was just my baby and me.
How was I supposed to take care of myself and my baby?