Warning: the following program contains mature subject matter. Viewer discretion is advised. just a short story I wrote at like, 12 at night. Please enjoy the read; comments and constructive criticism welcomed.

The room was dark. A slight glow came from the crack at the door, casting faint shadows on the two forms on the bed. They lay sprawled under a bed sheet, clothes thrown all over the floor. A couple shot glasses, a half-empty bottle of vodka, and a couple glasses with some light-coloured liquid inside sat on the bedside tables. She lay awake, next to her passed-out boyfriend, face expressionless. She wished the night had gone by a bit slower, it was almost a blur now, and she didn’t feel very fulfilled.


Sweat poured over the girl’s face as she raised it from the toilet bowl. This was the third morning. She didn’t need to go buy a test, she knew, but she had planned to buy one anyway, just to be sure. Just on the faint hope that she was wrong. It terrified her, it really did: What will happen now? What will happen to me, to us? To...it? She didn’t want to think about the consequences of that night that his parents had been out. She didn’t want something bad to happen, and she definitely did not want to see her parents’ reaction.

She met him at the park, like planned, just another date. Another date, but one where she had to run to a bathroom more than once, and one where they stopped at a drug store before heading to an empty house. They didn’t jump into bed like they normally would; she went to the bathroom with her purchase. She came out gray-faced, despairing. He looked at her. She looked at him.

Oh my God, I knew it. I knew it, I knew it, I knew it! And what will he say? Will he hate me? Will he leave me? Please God no, I don’t want him to leave. She’d never really asked God for anything before; she wasn’t even sure she believed in him, so why ask for help now? Please please please this is hard enough. I know most guys just ditch their gfs when they get pregnant; please Tommy please don’t leave me.

“I-I’m...”

“It’s positive?”

She nodded. He sighed, lowering his head into his hands, fingers running through his hair.

“I can’t be a father, I’m not ready for that yet.”

Oh no, please no, I’ll get an abortion, Mom will hate me but I’ll do it. Or I’ll put it up for adoption. Just please don’t leave me alone with this. “I’m not ready to be a mother, either,” is all she said. Her eyes were on the floor, afraid to look at him, afraid to see him leaving her after all. He’d told her that as long as she was on the birth control, nothing could happen. Now look; were they all lies? Her eyes crinkled up, prickling as tears started to make their way out. She swallowed hard, sniffed, didn’t want to burst out crying in front of him like some pathetic little girl who couldn’t control her emotions. Maybe she was just a pathetic little girl.

He looked up at her from the bed. She was still standing in the doorway. He stood up and took her hands in his. Still staring blindly at the floor, she didn’t see the sympathy in his eyes. I’ll need to think this over. You should go home and tell your mom. She’s a nurse, I’m sure she can understand and do something to help.

Great. Basically, you want no part of this and I have to rely on my mom, who will kill me when she finds out. But now she’s the only one I can turn to. The tears burst out in a rage as she turned away from him, grabbing her purse and running out the door.

“Call me tonight, ok? Let me know what your mom says!” he shouted to her, but she wasn’t listening. Why listen to someone who was ditching you because you’re pregnant?

“That- That boy! How could he do such a thing! I can’t believe-!! And you, missy, I thought I taught you better than to go around sleeping with boys!”

“But mom, it wasn’t just any boy...”

“And look where this boy got you! Pregnant! You should have at least used protection! I thought you knew enough for that!”

“Mom...” she was one the brink of tears again. She had held them off long enough to tell her mother, just waiting for the floodgates to open again.

“Oh dear I’m sorry, I’m just so upset. It’s not really your fault dear, it can happen to anyone, I know. I shouldn’t have yelled. I’m sorry. But that boy leaving you because of it, that is the worst. It would have been better if he stayed, for emotional support. It’s hard being pregnant, I know, I had both you and your brother to deal with. And then the birthing, you want someone there to hold your hand during that, believe me.”

“Thanks Mom, you’re making me feel so much better.”

“I’m sorry dear, I’m not helping much am I? Listen, go sit in the comfy chair in the living room and I’ll make you some chamomile tea.”

The girl made a face at that.

“Trust me, it will help.”

“Ok.”


The phone rang multiple times that night. She refused to speak to him, so her mom let the phone ring. Then came the ring at the doorbell. When she answered it, he was standing there, panting. It looked like he ran all the way over here.

“What do you want?” she asked sulkily, still not in the mood to talk to this traitor.

“You didn’t call me, and you didn’t answer my calls. I’ve been worried sick something happened to you. Are you ok?”

This stunned her. He still cared? He cared enough to come running over, without his jacket she realised, at this time of night?

“I-I’m ok. What-Why are you here? I thought.... I thought you wanted nothing to do with me, and this kid,” she rubbed her stomach.

“What, are you crazy? I love you! I always will! I just...maybe I worded it wrong earlier, I didn’t mean to give you the wrong impression. I’m not ready to be a dad just yet, and I know you aren’t ready to be a mom, but we can work it out. There are abortions, though I know your mom is against them. We could always give the baby up for adoption, and if you want to keep her, him, whichever it is, I’ll work. I’ll make some money so we can feed and look after the baby. Even if I’m not ready now, I’m sticking with you Kate. I’m not leaving you.”

The tears really fell now, but her brow wasn’t bent in painful wrinkles this time, and there was a smile lifting her lips.

Happy ending! I think.

Very good story, dynamic and really left you wondering til the end (though you definitely got nuances of the idea that he wasn't leaving her and she was too upset to notice--you conveyed it well without giving it away).

I have to say that while it is sad that bfs leave when their gfs get pregnant, it's kind of scary that that is the only major concern. Our society is so well equipped for both adoption and abortion that the woman's concern is focused more on their romantic relationship than on the life of the baby. Don't get me wrong, if I were in that situation, I would be devastated if my boyfriend left me, but I don't think I would take the decision to keep, abort, or put up for adoption lightly. But at the same time, I wouldn't have any of those options taken away from an already confused and scared young woman who's just found out she's pregnant.

Sorry for the rant, I just think our society is quite interesting lol. Love your story though!! My rant is definitely not a criticism of your plotline whatsoever...just kind of a tangent haha

No apology needed, you have a very good point...the more educated pre-teens and teens are about sex, the less likely there will negative consequences like pregnancies and spreading of STDs/STIs.
Unfortunately, nothing is ever 100% foolproof, so there will always be those times where the condom breaks or the girl can't be on the Pill (like me, cuz I had two pulmonary embolisms [blood clots in my lungs] after switching to Loestrin 24) or drunken hookups where protection can be completely forgotten about.
It's such a basic fact that the more educated someone is (about what they like to do, about their job, about the world, about anything really) the better chance they will have to make the best decisions regarding the issue at hand.
I could go on and on about the impact of a great education and the huge funds that the government wastes on things that are far less important, but then I'd be here forever and you would get bored, so I'll just end by saying that you have very interesting points, a great perspective, and a talent for writing!