I slowly walk down to the kitchen, my blanket wrapped around me and see my mom sitting our plates on the table.
"You feeling any better?" My mom asks me.
"Not really, no." I mumble, trying not to make it obvious that I cried.
"I'll make you a small plate so you can try to eat." She says. I sit down at the table and eat very slowly, staying as quiet as I can to prevent any secrets being thrown out. After I finish my food, I look at my parents.
"I'm going back upstairs to my room." I tell them. "I need to talk to you guys when you're done." I stand up and walk up to my room. I catch myself finding different ways to tell them the news, hoping I'll eventually find a way that doesn't sound as bad as the others. Unfortunately, they all sound bad, only because the father is Alex, someone who's just a little too old for me. Before I can finish thinking about it, my parents are walking into my room and sitting down.
"So, what do you need to talk to us about?" My mom asks.
"A lot. Whatever you do, don't yell at me. Feel free to be mad at me, or even kick me out, but don't yell. I can't take that right now." I explain, feeling myself tear up again.
"Well, what exactly did you do? We'll do our best not to yell, but what did you do that we're going to be mad and even consider kicking you out?" My dad asks concerned. "You sound like you did something off the charts as bad."
"I did." I sniffle. "Last month at that concert, Alex got super drunk on the bus, and I was talking to him about his ex because he was upset and him being drunk kicked in. We had sex, and I gave in and now I'm pregnant and I'm a wreck about this and I don't know what to do." Suddenly, tears are falling rapidly again.
"Um, what?" My dad asks in a tone that makes it obvious he's trying not to yell. "Of all things, this is not what I expected Megan."
"I know, I regret every bit of it. I guess I just didn't think anything like this would happen." I cry.
"Well, we can be supportive for you, but I can tell you right now that this means you'll have to be moved out in the next month." My mom says to me softly. "We've always told you that once you become pregnant, that makes you an adult which then means you have to live life
as a responsible adult."
"Guys, seriously? I thought that was all a joke." I cry even louder. "Where am I going to go?"
"Well, we always thought you would be smarter than to have sex with someone you just met." My dad says. "If you can make the mistake to have sex, I'm sure you can find some place to live." Before I can say anything else, my parents walk out of the room. I continue to cry until I can't cry anymore. I will definitely be telling Alex about this. After enough crying, I end up dozing off for the night.
After very little sleep, I am awake for the long day I will be having trying to get out of here. I know they gave me a month, but I don't think I can be around them knowing that they don't want me there. As I lay in bed, completely clueless what I should do, I receive a phone call from Alex. Wow, I guess he was serious when he said he would call. I answer the phone as quickly as I can.
"Hey, didn't think you would call me back." I sniffle.
"Yeah. We're in Seattle, Jingle Bell Bash is tonight." He responds. "Are you ok? You sound like you've been crying."
"Yeah, a little bit." I laugh sarcastically. "I talked to my parents."
"What did they say?" He asks me concerned.
"They told me I've got a month to get out of here." I mumble, feeling myself tear up again.
"What?!" He yells. "Stay there, I'm going to talk to Flyzik and we're going to come get you since we still have time to kill."
"No, you don't have to do that." I sniffle.
"Yes, I do. You need to get away from them as quick as possible. I'll call you back in a second." He yells instantly hanging up. Why do I have a feeling my life might've just suddenly changed for the better?