Life and Times of Lorraine Dakota- Chapter 7Mature

Ok, this can’t be too hard, I thought to myself. I just need to go up to Andrew and let him know the news. But should I be mad? Happy? Sad? I wasn’t sure. I took a deep breath and walked up to his locker. “Oh hey Lorraine.” He said. I stared at him for a bit, soon making him uncomfortable. “Is something wrong? Do I have something on my face?” I stared at him a bit longer…then blurted, “Haven’t you ever heard of a condom?” I quickly covered my mouth after I said the last word. He stared at me for a bit then asked, “Why?”
“What?! But how?”
“Do I need to go into the details Andrew? You didn’t use a condom and now we’re both suffering the consequences.” I still stood as he placed his face in his hands and thought for a bit. He then brought his head up and said, “We’re done,” slamming his locker shut on the word done, leaving me to stare in disbelief at what had just occured.


For once, I was happy that Michelle was here. She was my savior through this event for sure. She promised she wouldn’t tell my parents at all about the pregnancy until I was ready for it. She was so supportive of me.
Then one day when I was throwing up, which I do a lot lately, Michelle began saying to me ever so casually, “So when are you gonna tell our parents?” I turned my head towards her slowly, “You are asking me this….now? While I’m throwing up?”
“Well….you’re gonna have to do it eventually.”
“I know that. But can I deal with that at a better time?” I growled.
“Alright alright.” Michelle raised her hands in defense, “Don’t get all pissy at me, considering all I’ve done for you.” I wiped my face with a towel and flushed the toliet, sighing, “I know. And you know how I’m going to make it up to you?”
“By telling Mom and Dad?”
“And how are you doing that?” Michelled asked. I huffed and answered, “No idea.”

So one night we were all quietly eating, the only sound being the forks and knives clattering on the plate. I turned to look at Michelle who smiled at me to egg me on. I sighed, then turning to face my parents, “So…” I began, “So…have any specific names you guys like?” My dad dropped his fork from his mouth with a loud clatter, “Name for what?”
“For….” I couldn’t say the words,”For…for….” Michelle had to literally hit my back to get me to spit the words, “my baby,” out. “WHAT?!” My father roared. “WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME ?!”
“I’m…I’m pregnant daddy.”
“DO YOU HEAR HER BRITTANY ? DO YOU ?!” He turned to my mom, face turning so red that I was fearing his health at the time. “Well dear, it can be easily fixed, you know that. With the technology nowadays…”
“And you need to be understandable. Can’t you see you are making her upset?” It was too late for him to apologize. I already had to deal with enough shit, so the tears soon came.

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