Anger and Despair (Old writing)

“Well.” My mother said. She then continued on, “After rehearsal we’ll go to the free clinic and get it out.” What? Was she a loon? “No!” I exclaimed, jumping off the bed in haste. “I’m not going to get an abortion, I’m keeping it!”

“No your not. You want to lose everything we’ve worked for the past year?” She said, starting to yell at the end. “I do if it means not getting an abortion!” I screamed back, running out of the room.

“Don’t walk out on me mid conversation! Who got you pregnant?” She persisted. “Nobody you need to know about.” I said, crossing my arms. “Kassidy Louise Carter! I am your mother and you will tell me right now!” She yelled. “Why should I? It’s not important, your making me get an abortion anyway.” I said, beginning to cry again.

“If you tell me, then we can contact the father and then try to make out an arrangement where you can keep the baby.” She said calmly. I blinked back tears. “Don’t bother. He hung up on me when I told him.” “He what?” She said angrily. “Yup.” I said, trying to sound like it didn’t bother me like crazy.

“Tell me who it is.” She said, pulling out her phone. “I already told you, it doesn’t matter.” “You will tell me who it is.” She almost growled. I looked down so I wouldn’t see her expression, “Micah Gabbin.” I whispered. I heard her groan. “Of all the people by grandchild’s father could be, it has to be that womanizing man-w***e.”

“I don’t think this is the right time to be critizing who I sleep with.” I whispered. “Your right. I’m going to go call his mother.” Normally I would have protested, but I was tired of arguing. I needed time to think and just…be alone. As alone as I could be for these 9 months.

She walked into her bedroom, already dialing his mothers number. I took the remote from the coffee table and flipped the TV on. The show that was on was Oprah. She was interviewing HIM. “INSOLENT B*****D!” I screamed as I punched the off button on the remote. My mom came out to see what I was cursing about, since I hardly ever said words like that.

“What is going on out here?” She asked me, worryingly. “That son of a b***h was on Oprah, talking about his latest CD.” I spat out. This time she looked shocked. I NEVER used that much language in that short of an amount of time. If it hadn’t been under these delicate circumstances I would have been grounded.

She rested one hand on my back and said, “I talked to Micah’s mother.” “And?” I asked her. “Tomorrow at noon we’re going over there. I’ll just call your teacher and tell her that we will have to be at her house later so that she can teach you.” I nodded. I prayed that it would just be Micah’s parents and not him, because I didn’t think I would be able to keep from hurting him if I saw his evil, sinister face.

We ate dinner a while later-mom ordered Chinese food because neither of us can cook. Neither of us spoke at dinner, which was unusual for us. I ate my chicken and rice and then went to take a shower. It would make me feel better, cleaner, and more like my usual self.

The shower was nice and warm, cozy too. I spent in extra amount of time in there, doing everything possible so that I could stall going out there and seeing my mother again. But, because it had to, all my before bed prepping ended and I was forced to walk out into the living room where my mother was watching House Hunters: International. She loved that show.

I tried to sneak past her, but that woman had eyes in the back of her head. “Sweetie, I really think you should consider getting an abortion.” She said softly. I flinched. “No, I shouldn’t consider it.” I replied, “Look, I’m tired. Can we talk about this in the morning?”

“Sure sweetie goodnight.” She said. After that I went to my room and went to sleep as fast as I could. But it wasn’t fast enough.

Author's Note

If I have errors other than puncutation, please let me know!

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[MagicHearts]

Wow... what does This mean "We ate dinner a while later-mom ordered Chinese food because neither of us can cook" Beause tio me it didnt make sense.