Fan Fiction ❯ Just As Innocent ❯ Chapter 3 ( Chapter 3 )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

"Your test results came in today." I laid sprawled out on the couch one afternoon after school when my mom walked up to me with the news. It was about a week later I think, I don't quite remember. However long it usually takes for those tests to be analyzed. 

"Oh?" I replied casually, not looking up from my schoolwork. I had started back to school the next Monday. I didn't really want to; my mom made me. She could probably tell I was faking it with my casual reply, at least I hope she could. Inside, my heart was shaking as my mother reached into an white envelope that had the top torn off and pulled out a thin packet of papers. 

"You're clean from any STD's," she told me. At last my heart calmed down a bit. "The doctor said you were very healthy," my mother continued. "However..." However? Why the heck did she have to go and say that word? Especially when I had finally started to calm down. My pulse sped up again. 

"However, he strongly recommend you get a pregnancy test." I almost laughed. I tried hard to give a nice full-blown laugh, but it didn't come out quite right. 

"A pregnancy test?" I questioned. "What makes him think I'm pregnant?" 

"Nothing, it's just to be safe," my mother told me. "He actually said that the odds of you being pregnant were slim to none. But it's still something you should do." 

I shrugged off her comment and put my earphones back on. 

"If I am pregnant, then I'll find out sooner or later anyway, right?" I asked. My mother looked skeptically at me, but as usual, she didn't try to press anything. She simply shook her head disappointedly and went about her business while meanwhile I re-opened my math book and tried to remind myself what on earth it was I was trying to solve before she came in. 

I guess it was about three weeks later, maybe four. I woke up in the morning a lot more groggy than usual. I mean, it was six AM, but even for a school morning, I was really out of it. The moment I sat up, my head starting aching. It had been doing that for the past several days; I passed it off as stress from school. But this morning was different. My stomach, which had been a little queasy the previous morning, suddenly lurched as I stepped out of bed. All I could do was to sprint to the bathroom just in time to throw myself over the toilet and let it all out. 

Needless to say, my mom woke up. I heard her knocking on the bathroom door, calling out, 

"Vicky, honey? Are you okay?" Okay? My head is pounding and I just threw up. 

"Fine," I answered back. The taste in my mouth was revolting. 

"Did you just get sick?" my mother asked. She read me way too well. I groaned as I flushed the toilet and walked over to the sink to rinse my face off. 

"A little. Do you think I should stay home from school today?" I asked hopefully. I always loved an excuse to skip class, even if I wasn't all that sick. But the thing was, my mom usually never let me skip unless I really was sick, in which case the day off really wasn't that much fun. Today was one of those days. 

"Possibly," my mother answered, trying her best to speak over the sound of the running water. But after a moment, I was cleaned up and opened the door for her. She looked very stern and serious, so I tried my best to smile. It didn't work. 

"Did you get sick yesterday morning too?" she asked. 

"Nah, I just felt a little nauseous. I'll be fine," I assured her. 

"Have you gotten sick any other morning?" 

"No." 

"Any aches or pains, anything feel unusual?" 

"No." I was getting kind of annoyed at these nagging questions. I probably just had a stomach bug or something like that, so I figured. It still didn't add up to me what everything meant. Until my mom finally asked, 

"Have you gotten your period yet?" 

"No, why...?" Then it hit me. "Oh Mom, come on. Don't be so stupid!" I yelled. I went into my room and slammed the door shut as I threw off my soiled nightshirt and searched my closet for something to wear today. As I got changed, my mother stood outside the door trying to apologize. But then she followed that saying something like I should really listen to her. I guess that's what it was; to be honest, I really wasn't listening to her. Why should I? The second I was changed, I opened the door and went for my coat. 

"Vicky..." my mother pleaded. "Please, dear, if you'll just listen..." 

"I'll pick up breakfast at school," I announced. With that, she finally stopped trying to argue with me as I picked up my schoolbag and walked out the door to catch the bus. She had some nerve, I thought, to make those suggestions. Like with everything else on my shoulders, I really needed to worry about something like that now. I was finally starting to build my life together again. What did she know about anything? What I didn't tell her was that my period was due over two weeks ago.