I'm in a Pickle, chapter 10
I looked over at Kia. She had tears in her eyes, as I did as well.
"Kia, are you going to be ok? You look sick."
"I don't know. I don't feel good. My stomach hurts."
"What did you eat?"
"I don't know. Oh shit! I gotta go to the bathroom!" She rushed to the bathroom.
*2 Hours Later*
"Holy fuck, woman! You were in there for like 2 hours!"
"Meghan..."
"Yeah?"
"I think I'm pregnant."
Those words dance around in my head. The rest of the trip was very long.
*Wisconsin, Kia's POV*
I went to the store and bought a test. Then I walked back home. I took the test. Purple. Shit, I'm going to be a mom at the age of 16.
I went into Meghan's room.
"Uh, Meghan?"
"Yeah," she said looking up from what she was writing.
"I'm pregnant."
"Holy fuck! When are you gonna tell Gina?"
"I don't know. Probably when it's noticable."
"Let's talk about this."
"What's there to talk about? Tre got me pregnant. End of story."
"No. I'm talking about what are you gonna name it if it's a boy?"
I thought about it. "Like Shaun or something."
"What about a girl?"
I thought about this one. "Sarah."
"Sounds cool I guess."
"Thank you."
"So, are you gonna marry Tre?"
"If I could, I would."
"What if Tre showed up on our doorstep?"
"What is this? Twenty questions?"
"Well sorry. I hope you do the right thing."
"What's the right thing?"
"Telling Gina or not."
"Oh. I might. Do you think she'll kill me?"
"Most likely."
"Thanks."
"Let's just get some shut eye."
*Next Morning, Still Kia's POV*
I woke up and had to vomit so I ran to the bathroom and did what I had to do.
I walked downstairs and smelled what used to be good food. Now it just made me sick, so I went to the nearest bathroom under the stairs and did it again.
"Is Kia ok?" I heard my mom ask Meghan.
*My POV*
"It's probably just the flu or something," I lied. I was a good liar.
"Ok, I'll take her to the doctor."
I wasn't expecting that.
"Kia, are you going to be ok? You look sick."
"I don't know. I don't feel good. My stomach hurts."
"What did you eat?"
"I don't know. Oh shit! I gotta go to the bathroom!" She rushed to the bathroom.
*2 Hours Later*
"Holy fuck, woman! You were in there for like 2 hours!"
"Meghan..."
"Yeah?"
"I think I'm pregnant."
Those words dance around in my head. The rest of the trip was very long.
*Wisconsin, Kia's POV*
I went to the store and bought a test. Then I walked back home. I took the test. Purple. Shit, I'm going to be a mom at the age of 16.
I went into Meghan's room.
"Uh, Meghan?"
"Yeah," she said looking up from what she was writing.
"I'm pregnant."
"Holy fuck! When are you gonna tell Gina?"
"I don't know. Probably when it's noticable."
"Let's talk about this."
"What's there to talk about? Tre got me pregnant. End of story."
"No. I'm talking about what are you gonna name it if it's a boy?"
I thought about it. "Like Shaun or something."
"What about a girl?"
I thought about this one. "Sarah."
"Sounds cool I guess."
"Thank you."
"So, are you gonna marry Tre?"
"If I could, I would."
"What if Tre showed up on our doorstep?"
"What is this? Twenty questions?"
"Well sorry. I hope you do the right thing."
"What's the right thing?"
"Telling Gina or not."
"Oh. I might. Do you think she'll kill me?"
"Most likely."
"Thanks."
"Let's just get some shut eye."
*Next Morning, Still Kia's POV*
I woke up and had to vomit so I ran to the bathroom and did what I had to do.
I walked downstairs and smelled what used to be good food. Now it just made me sick, so I went to the nearest bathroom under the stairs and did it again.
"Is Kia ok?" I heard my mom ask Meghan.
*My POV*
"It's probably just the flu or something," I lied. I was a good liar.
"Ok, I'll take her to the doctor."
I wasn't expecting that.
