Pregnant And Rejected

CHAPTER 2

There must be a glitch in this dream; it cannot be happening at this moment. I can't be pregnant, I thought, biting my lower lip hard as I paced back and forth in my bedroom. After everything they had done to help me along the way, I just could not humiliate my family in such a way. I grabbed my phone and started browsing my contacts. Jason, Eric, Blake, Cassidy, Daddy... Hold on, Eric. His number had been sitting on my phone the entire time, and I pressed call before I even realized it. My heart was racing with each ring, and the longer his phone rang, the harder it was for me to breathe. It was no longer ringing, and just as I was about to hang up, I realized this. "Hello?" the person on the other end of the line said, sounding as though they had already said "Hello" several times. My palm started to perspire and my heart nearly stopped as I inquired, "Is this Eric?" I drew my empty palm over them and pushed my knees up to my chest, feeling frozen and immobilized. He laughed into the line, giving me butterflies in my stomach. "Well duh, it's my number your calling so who'd you expect to answer dumbass? Who is this?" he said. Never before have I heard a sound so flawless and yet so submissive all at once. My heart seemed to race at the sound of his words, so I took a long breath and tried to slow it down. He had left the room based on the abrupt change in his background noise, so I murmured, "It's... It's Tianna, I um, I saw your number in my phone." "What do you want? If your calling about the whole-" I interrupted, relieved that he hadn't hung up on me as I had assumed, but not wanting him to repeat the words again. I groaned, not knowing how to tell Eric that my period was late and that I wanted him to fetch me a test. "No, that's not what I'm calling you about. I... I'm not calling about that." I mean, after he rejects you and makes it obvious that he doesn't want to be around you anymore, how do you tell a teenage kid that he might just be a father? His voice was now more bewildered than irritated as he said, "Well then spit it out, what do you want?" I exhaled sharply in frustration and then opened my mouth to speak, carefully selecting the next two words I could come up with. I said softly, hoping he wouldn't press for an explanation. "I'm late." A tiny smile crept onto my lips as I wondered how he could be so unaware. "O-Kay? What's that gotta do with me? You need a ride or something?" he inquired. As my back pressed against the table, a breeze swept over my most intimate parts, making me breathe sharply in panic. My heart was racing at over a million miles per hour—fast enough to win a race in a car. I tried not to look at the doctor as he was setting up the tools, instead focusing my gaze on the ceiling. While I stared at the clock, my thoughts kept drifting to Eric. I knew I had to do this, even though I didn't want to be here. Not just for my own benefit, but also for the sake of my family's reputation. This was the only option I knew of to avoid having to tell them how much I had disappointed them, or to at least return to acting as though nothing was wrong. I eventually looked at the vacuum-like device the doctor was sterilizing, and another long minute passed while I held my breath and prepared for the worst. He inquired, softly grinning, "Are you ready?" I gave him a brief glance, wondering if he was really asking and what exactly he had to be smiling about. I said, before I could even stop myself, "I'm not, isn't that why I'm here?" the hurt already in my voice. When the instrument drew nearer, he nodded his head slowly, his countenance melancholy. Then he carefully lifted my hospital gown. I aborted my newborn pup because my inner wolf grew numb and refused to be with me. Eric's remarks suddenly started to reverberate in my head when he was inches away. "You're just not what I want.." "I rejected you so things like this wouldn't happen." Upon realizing that I was not only allowing him to triumph, but also murdering the only thing I could genuinely claim as mine, my eyes clinched hard. All of a sudden, I sprung up, sprinted out from the table, grabbed my clothing, and hurried into the restrooms to avoid the doctor. Despite Eric's advice, I was unable to have this abortion because I felt in my heart that it wasn't proper for me to do so. I was aware that it wasn't my actual goal. I quickly changed into my clothing and hurried from the clinic to my car, driving quickly all the way home. As I entered the room, my dad patted the couch with a smile and said, "Hey sweetheart, why don't you come sit for a minute, relax a bit." Since his study was what my mother referred to as his "private sanctuary," I was almost taken aback when I noticed he wasn't there. until drifting off, I made sure I had at least an hour and a half left until archery practice by looking at my phone. "How was your day?" My father nodded and I grinned, "Okay, Cassidy and I had a pop quiz. I'm pretty sure I made at least a 90." A future Alpha should always be intelligent and multi-talented; those are good traits. Just like I told you with archery, as long as you aim right, you'll never miss your target. My mother came in, shook her head, and wiped her hands on her apron. I sighed and nodded at him. My mother kissed his face and mine and said, "Leave the girl alone, Adam. She tries hard. Archery, volleyball, soccer, and of course pack meetings. She hardly has time for herself and whenever she's home you're nagging her to try harder. She's only 16." It would be accurate to describe my mother as stunning and exceptionally gifted. Often, my father would tell me how fortunate he was to have found such a wonderful partner, and he could only hope that I would be as fortunate. He grinned as my mom's watch beeper went off, saying, "I just want her to do her best Avery, perform to the best of her abilities, and I know she can do even better then she is now. Maybe join student council, that be nice." With a smile, my mother said, "Addy, go ahead and get ready for archery practice honey. She is doing her best, keep pushing her and you'll break her! She should be enjoying her teenage years, but your ripping them from her." Then she went back into the kitchen. I dashed upstairs to put on my archery gear, grab my bow and arrows, and make my way out the door. I let my thoughts wander back and forth on how to inform my parents as I sat at my desk typing and retyping my essay on the French Revolution. My father was too preoccupied boasting to Uncle Blake and Jason about my progress in archery that I gave up at breakfast. I stepped away from my desk, inhaled deeply, and got dressed in my boots and hooded zipper jacket before going downstairs. My mother clicked mute on the television and smiled pleasantly as I entered the living room. "Hey Addy, lunch will be ready in about an hour. You're not hungry are you?" she said. My dad grinned as my mother started to get up and move toward the kitchen. "She hardly ate any breakfast, just make her a light sandwhich nothing too heavy." I watched my mother move to sit on the arm of my dad's chair and sighed, saying, "No, I'm not hungry okay? I just... I need to talk to you guys." As I stood there, attempting to maintain a steady breathing pattern, my dad grinned and said, "What is it, sweetheart?" My head started hurting really badly and my room started spinning so fast I felt like throwing up. "I have spent my entire life doing things for you and our family's reputation; now I need you to do something for me. I might have to give up sports for a while," I said, tears welling up behind my eyelids and nearly causing my nose to stuff up. "Daddy, before you interrupt me, I want to speak." With concern in her brown eyes, my mother scowled and asked, "And what is that Addy?" As I saw my dad's expression shift from anxious to irate, I sighed and said, "I need you to support me. On my birthday something happened, and that something resulted in me... being... getting... pregnant." His nostrils flared and his hand balled up at his sides as he leaped up from his seat, nearly knocking my mother down. My mother said softly, not looking at me, "Adam, calm down. We don't know the whole story yet." "Not once, not once in my life have I ever looked at you and thought of my own daughter as a sl*t! Do you know how bad this makes our family look? Do you now how degrading this is to not only you but me and your mother and the entire pack as well? The alpha's daughter's a sl*t!! You're not keeping that baby Tianna, I can promise you that! You've embarrassed me enough." My father growled at me. My mother looked stunned. "I'm not your puppet, Adam. Find someone else to control; I'm more than done being pushed around by you!" I yelled as I walked out the door, slamming it behind me, ignoring my mother's calls. "F*ck you and your pack Adam, and I'm keeping my baby. I'd loved to see you try and take it from me you can't control my whole life." No, I wasn't running away; instead, I got into my car, turned it on, and drove onto the highway. I refused to let my father the joy of knowing that he had driven me from the only house I had ever known.