Jon looked at me, letting his fists relax. "You..you are?"
I didn't do anything, tears streaming down my face, turning and walking away from them.
"Kmae!" Jon shouted, running after me, as Krystal grabbed his arm.
"You got her pregnant?" she said, her eyes cold, staring into his.
His gritted his teeth, as he ripped his arm away from her abruptly. "How was I supposed to know she would?"
Krystal rolled her eyes. "Jon, you know how the birds and the bees work..."
Jon cut her off. "Look, she wasn't supposed to find out about what you and me had, got it?" he kicked the log. "That tree got cut down when we broke up, why the fuck is it here?"
His screams frightened Krystal, her eyes looking at him, grinding her teeth at him. "Jon, we can't take back what we had..."
"Yes we can, goddammit!" he said, running after me, leaving Krystal in the dust.
I ran home, my sneakers pounding against the cement as I made my way to our house. I didn't know what I was going to do, my hands on my stomach. I was already a month pregnant, not knowing what I was about to do with a kid.
I got inside, and locked the door, breaking down and crying. I was only 19. I couldn't have a kid.
I didn't want a kid. No, not yet. But with me and Jon going on tour, we weren't going to have time to take care of a kid. Especially when I was trying to keep Jon from groupies or from Richie's liking for me.
Oh god. I hadn't thought of Richie. He was going to kill me. He loved me.
I dug into my bag for the extra pregnancy test. I couldn't be pregnant. There was no way.
And so I took it.
The results were negative, as I slumped against the bathroom door, crying into my hands. I didn't want a baby, but yet I did. I was too young, for that matter. But I wasn't sure what Jon would do. He didn't seem too happy when I told him, but now he'll be hurt more.
I heard the door open downstairs, as Jon looked around. "Kmae?"
I was still crying in the bathroom, as he made his way upstairs, hearing my sobs.
He jiggled the door handle, before knocking. "Kmae, please let me in..."
"No," I cried, "I don't want you to see me like this."
"Kmae, please," he pleaded, as I finally unlocked the door, coming out.
"I'm not pregnant," I said, as he watched me carefully.
"You just said-"
"I took another test. The first one was wrong."
He looked at me, before sitting on the edge of the bed. "Baby, I'm sorry."
I started to cry, as I threw my arms around him, crying into his shoulder.
He held me tightly, his arms wrapped around me in a wrap, as I cried into his t-shirt.
A few hours later, I sat curled up in a ball on his bed, my head hurting, as he came upstairs with a bottle of whiskey.
"Open up," he said, pouring a small glass.
I looked at him funny, as I switched on the radio, as Pink Floyd was on, as Jon hummed.
"It'll get rid of your headache," he said, placing a finger on my lips.
I wouldn't budge, as he looked at me. "Please? For me?"
"No," I murmured, trying to not smile as he placed a kiss on my lips.
I wrapped my arms around him carefully, pressing my lips to his harder, as he put a hand under my waist, pulling me into his lap, as I brushed away his hair.
"Seems like you two have made up," we heard behind us, as I pulled my lips from Jon's and looked behind me, seeing Richie standing in the doorway.
I didn't do anything, tears streaming down my face, turning and walking away from them.
"Kmae!" Jon shouted, running after me, as Krystal grabbed his arm.
"You got her pregnant?" she said, her eyes cold, staring into his.
His gritted his teeth, as he ripped his arm away from her abruptly. "How was I supposed to know she would?"
Krystal rolled her eyes. "Jon, you know how the birds and the bees work..."
Jon cut her off. "Look, she wasn't supposed to find out about what you and me had, got it?" he kicked the log. "That tree got cut down when we broke up, why the fuck is it here?"
His screams frightened Krystal, her eyes looking at him, grinding her teeth at him. "Jon, we can't take back what we had..."
"Yes we can, goddammit!" he said, running after me, leaving Krystal in the dust.
I ran home, my sneakers pounding against the cement as I made my way to our house. I didn't know what I was going to do, my hands on my stomach. I was already a month pregnant, not knowing what I was about to do with a kid.
I got inside, and locked the door, breaking down and crying. I was only 19. I couldn't have a kid.
I didn't want a kid. No, not yet. But with me and Jon going on tour, we weren't going to have time to take care of a kid. Especially when I was trying to keep Jon from groupies or from Richie's liking for me.
Oh god. I hadn't thought of Richie. He was going to kill me. He loved me.
I dug into my bag for the extra pregnancy test. I couldn't be pregnant. There was no way.
And so I took it.
The results were negative, as I slumped against the bathroom door, crying into my hands. I didn't want a baby, but yet I did. I was too young, for that matter. But I wasn't sure what Jon would do. He didn't seem too happy when I told him, but now he'll be hurt more.
I heard the door open downstairs, as Jon looked around. "Kmae?"
I was still crying in the bathroom, as he made his way upstairs, hearing my sobs.
He jiggled the door handle, before knocking. "Kmae, please let me in..."
"No," I cried, "I don't want you to see me like this."
"Kmae, please," he pleaded, as I finally unlocked the door, coming out.
"I'm not pregnant," I said, as he watched me carefully.
"You just said-"
"I took another test. The first one was wrong."
He looked at me, before sitting on the edge of the bed. "Baby, I'm sorry."
I started to cry, as I threw my arms around him, crying into his shoulder.
He held me tightly, his arms wrapped around me in a wrap, as I cried into his t-shirt.
A few hours later, I sat curled up in a ball on his bed, my head hurting, as he came upstairs with a bottle of whiskey.
"Open up," he said, pouring a small glass.
I looked at him funny, as I switched on the radio, as Pink Floyd was on, as Jon hummed.
"It'll get rid of your headache," he said, placing a finger on my lips.
I wouldn't budge, as he looked at me. "Please? For me?"
"No," I murmured, trying to not smile as he placed a kiss on my lips.
I wrapped my arms around him carefully, pressing my lips to his harder, as he put a hand under my waist, pulling me into his lap, as I brushed away his hair.
"Seems like you two have made up," we heard behind us, as I pulled my lips from Jon's and looked behind me, seeing Richie standing in the doorway.
