Crucified on a Pink Cross

Something I started and am not sure where to go with it. A girl from a overbearingly religious background finds that she is pregnant.

           The faded pink lines crossed in the middle of the view window above her thumb.  A knowing sigh escaped her lips. 

            “So Deidra, what’s the result?”  Angela, her best friend of seven years, pushed.

            “Positive.”

            “Well you know those things have a tendency to be inaccurate.  You’re supposed to take three of them to be sure.”  Angela knew what she was talking about.  She was not new to the idea of pregnancy scares.  For some reason she always had an excuse why a condom was a waste of time and a little unnecessary.  Deidra was the complete opposite.  She had grown up in a very religious family, believed in the purity of virginity and sex after marriage.  She never held it against Angela though.  The poor girl never had a chance being the second child.  Her brother made sure to let her know what it was boys wanted from a girl.  He even went as far as introducing her to a couple of his younger friends.  “Are you there?”

            “It’s not fair.”  Was all Deidra was able to manage.

            “Well, fair or not it’s something that’s happening to you now.  What are you going to do about it?”

            “What do you mean?”

            “What are you going to do?  Have the baby, give up the baby, have an abortion…”

            “An abortion!  Are you kidding!  No, absolutely not.  I can’t kill a poor defenseless baby.  Besides an abortion is a one way ticket to hell.”

            “You can’t seriously be considering having it.  I mean have you even told anyone?”

            “No.”

            “So do you think that they’re not going to notice when you put on several extra pounds or when you wake early puking your guts out?”

            “Stop it.  You’re not making this easy.”

            “Wake up!  This is not easy.  You need to tell your family and then see what options they give you.” 

            “I will get in trouble.  They will be ashamed of me.  They’re going to find out I lied and I’m going to be punished.  Not to mention how pissed they’ll be at you.  We may never get to see each other again if I tell.”

            “Look you are overreacting on little things and completely ignoring the big things.  You need counseling, something.”

            “This is for me to do on my own.  Just let me do it.”

            “Fine.  But remember I’m your friend and I will always be here for you.  Just call if you need anything.”

            “I know.  I will talk to you later.”  She hung the phone up and finally allowed herself to cry softly, sitting in the tub, shower curtain closed.

 

Author's Note

Curious what you people think about this as a beginning - too cliche, more detail, not strong enough, etc. Just let me know and tell me what you think would enhance it. Thanks.

Reviews

[Nova]

No I didnt think it was cliche. Thats how many woman feel. I was disappointed though..it ended to soon. When I scrolled down I was expecting more...but no...your mean. Anyways, this was great.