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Madison is making all of the decisions, but it's not her decision to make all on her own.
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Rain pounded down on to the roof, sounding loudly through Jon’s room. He had band posters plastered to his walls, and other odd items hanging from his dresser- which was packing with clothing, which was spilling out.
His room was everything I expected it to be.
“Madison?” I glanced up to see Jon standing in the doorway. “Did you want to shower?”
I paused, unsure. “No, I think I’ll be fine.” I couldn’t shower the filth away this time. I had been stupid to throw everything away for nothing. I had been foolish. I might as well have emptied a loaded gun in to my head. Every single bullet would be worth more than my life.
“Can I save you from that pity party?” Jon asked, smiling crookedly.
“How?”
“Well… I could remind you that we’re young.” Jon moved in to the bedroom, closing his bedroom door behind us.
“Don’t your parents want the door kept open?” I would kind of figure they would anyway.
Jon cracked a smile. “Well, you’re already pregnant- so what exactly would they be afraid of?” Good point.
“Do your parents hate me?”
“No, no way. They are a little disappointed in me.” Jon shrugged. “They are excited to have a grandchild. Okay, well my mother is- my father not so much. Once you’re back on your feet my mom is going to be bombarding you with questions. She wants to know everything about you, and well since we don’t really know much about each other… I came up pretty blank when she questioned me.”
“She seems nice.”
“She is.”
“I meant what I said earlier.” I reminded Jon of our conversation at the hospital.
“Babies are cute.” Jon muttered awkwardly. “They grow up and well, I just- I don’t think… I think you should keep it. I mean, we. I meant we. We should keep it.”
“We don’t even know each other.” I reminded Jon.
“We have nine months to get to know each other.” Jon answered.
“You’ll hate me for ruining your dreams.”
“No, I won’t.”
“You will, and I wouldn’t be able to blame you for it either. I made a stupid mistake-”
“We both did.” Jon corrected me.
“I just want to correct the issue.”
“It’s not an ‘issue’ that can be ‘corrected’.” Jon used air quotes, rolling his eyes. “I don’t consent to it so you can’t do it.”
“So then how will we take care of the baby? How will we pay for all the things it will need, or for my medical care- how will we continue to support our family when all we have are minimum wage jobs, since we can’t get any other jobs without college degrees?” It was time for a reality check.
Jon didn’t say anything for a very long time. “Abortion is murder.”
“Having this baby will leave us dead inside.” I stared in to his eyes. “How is that any better?”
He couldn’t answer the question.
“Get some sleep.” Jon mumbled the words. He was obviously upset but I was just trying to do what was best. I wasn’t ready to be a mother and he wasn’t ready to be a father. We most definitely weren’t ready to work together to be a family. He didn’t even know each other, and we didn’t even have high school diplomas. We had nothing.
**
(Jon’s POV)
“She’s… WHAT?” Brendon spit out the coke he had been seconds away from swallowing.
My eyes widened, “Shh!” I looked around nervously. “I don’t want everyone to know!”
“Jon, that’s kind of a big deal.” Spencer informed me, as if I didn’t already know.
Ryan had been shocked in to utter silence.
“Ryan, please- you’re the voice of reason. Please, say something reasonable and helpful, and preferably something that doesn’t paint me in an even worse light.” I pleaded.
“Abstinence.” Ryan finally croaked out. “For gods sake Jon… abstinence, or wrap it!”
Brendon started choking on coke, and Spencer had to pat his back until he was breathing regularly again.
“You’re one to talk.” I muttered darkly. “None of you practice what you preach. How many close calls have you had this year Brendon?”
“Er, three… but those girls were sluts.” Brendon replied. “My dick was not to blame. They totally just wanted my babies.”
“I’ve had zero close calls.” Spencer cut in.
“Same here.” Ryan answered.
I rolled my eyes. “Well, if only we could all be so fucking perfect.” I slammed my hands on to the lunch table as I stood up, leaving my friends.
I knew I fucked up- I didn’t need it rubbed in, and now Madison wanted to have an abortion… and that would be even worse. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself.
How would she be able to?
**
(Madison’s POV)
“Dad please, just listen!” He wasn’t listening, and neither was my mother. It was as if I wasn’t even there.
My heart broke at the look they each gave me.
“Listen to what?” My father snapped, “Listen to how you’ve been spreading your legs for all the boys at school? I’d rather not.”
“So improper.” My mom sobbed.
“Please, I’m sorry! I made a mistake. Please, please forgive me!” It was what all the people at their church constantly preached. Forgive! Forgiveness! Why would no one forgive me?
My father glared at me for a few nerve wracking seconds. “We can take care of this.” He finally decided, in a stern voice that shook me to my core.
His room was everything I expected it to be.
“Madison?” I glanced up to see Jon standing in the doorway. “Did you want to shower?”
I paused, unsure. “No, I think I’ll be fine.” I couldn’t shower the filth away this time. I had been stupid to throw everything away for nothing. I had been foolish. I might as well have emptied a loaded gun in to my head. Every single bullet would be worth more than my life.
“Can I save you from that pity party?” Jon asked, smiling crookedly.
“How?”
“Well… I could remind you that we’re young.” Jon moved in to the bedroom, closing his bedroom door behind us.
“Don’t your parents want the door kept open?” I would kind of figure they would anyway.
Jon cracked a smile. “Well, you’re already pregnant- so what exactly would they be afraid of?” Good point.
“Do your parents hate me?”
“No, no way. They are a little disappointed in me.” Jon shrugged. “They are excited to have a grandchild. Okay, well my mother is- my father not so much. Once you’re back on your feet my mom is going to be bombarding you with questions. She wants to know everything about you, and well since we don’t really know much about each other… I came up pretty blank when she questioned me.”
“She seems nice.”
“She is.”
“I meant what I said earlier.” I reminded Jon of our conversation at the hospital.
“Babies are cute.” Jon muttered awkwardly. “They grow up and well, I just- I don’t think… I think you should keep it. I mean, we. I meant we. We should keep it.”
“We don’t even know each other.” I reminded Jon.
“We have nine months to get to know each other.” Jon answered.
“You’ll hate me for ruining your dreams.”
“No, I won’t.”
“You will, and I wouldn’t be able to blame you for it either. I made a stupid mistake-”
“We both did.” Jon corrected me.
“I just want to correct the issue.”
“It’s not an ‘issue’ that can be ‘corrected’.” Jon used air quotes, rolling his eyes. “I don’t consent to it so you can’t do it.”
“So then how will we take care of the baby? How will we pay for all the things it will need, or for my medical care- how will we continue to support our family when all we have are minimum wage jobs, since we can’t get any other jobs without college degrees?” It was time for a reality check.
Jon didn’t say anything for a very long time. “Abortion is murder.”
“Having this baby will leave us dead inside.” I stared in to his eyes. “How is that any better?”
He couldn’t answer the question.
“Get some sleep.” Jon mumbled the words. He was obviously upset but I was just trying to do what was best. I wasn’t ready to be a mother and he wasn’t ready to be a father. We most definitely weren’t ready to work together to be a family. He didn’t even know each other, and we didn’t even have high school diplomas. We had nothing.
**
(Jon’s POV)
“She’s… WHAT?” Brendon spit out the coke he had been seconds away from swallowing.
My eyes widened, “Shh!” I looked around nervously. “I don’t want everyone to know!”
“Jon, that’s kind of a big deal.” Spencer informed me, as if I didn’t already know.
Ryan had been shocked in to utter silence.
“Ryan, please- you’re the voice of reason. Please, say something reasonable and helpful, and preferably something that doesn’t paint me in an even worse light.” I pleaded.
“Abstinence.” Ryan finally croaked out. “For gods sake Jon… abstinence, or wrap it!”
Brendon started choking on coke, and Spencer had to pat his back until he was breathing regularly again.
“You’re one to talk.” I muttered darkly. “None of you practice what you preach. How many close calls have you had this year Brendon?”
“Er, three… but those girls were sluts.” Brendon replied. “My dick was not to blame. They totally just wanted my babies.”
“I’ve had zero close calls.” Spencer cut in.
“Same here.” Ryan answered.
I rolled my eyes. “Well, if only we could all be so fucking perfect.” I slammed my hands on to the lunch table as I stood up, leaving my friends.
I knew I fucked up- I didn’t need it rubbed in, and now Madison wanted to have an abortion… and that would be even worse. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself.
How would she be able to?
**
(Madison’s POV)
“Dad please, just listen!” He wasn’t listening, and neither was my mother. It was as if I wasn’t even there.
My heart broke at the look they each gave me.
“Listen to what?” My father snapped, “Listen to how you’ve been spreading your legs for all the boys at school? I’d rather not.”
“So improper.” My mom sobbed.
“Please, I’m sorry! I made a mistake. Please, please forgive me!” It was what all the people at their church constantly preached. Forgive! Forgiveness! Why would no one forgive me?
My father glared at me for a few nerve wracking seconds. “We can take care of this.” He finally decided, in a stern voice that shook me to my core.
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