After all the warnings, you would think this wouldn’t happen. All the rumors all ready going around the school. We wanted to prove them all wrong, but things happen.
I sit on the tile floor not wanting to look and see. He has no clue, and I don’t think I could tell him. I don’t even think I would be able to face my parents. I look up through my leaking eyes and see it on the counter. I can’t bring myself to stand and look at it.
This wasn’t supposed to happen to me, to us. We were so careful about it all, and now I’m here crying, and praying. Even though I know what is happening.