So this is my first story… On here. I hope it turns out well… I just can't get this idea out of my head… Here I go.

"A grand adventure is about to begin" -Winnie the Pooh

You never think it'll happen to you. You always say, "It won't be me." Next thing you know, it's you. What do you do now? What can you say? You look at yourself and wonder how you let it all happen.

Then you remember, he said he would never leave, he'd always be there for you, but now you can't tell him. He'll just run for the hills. So you stay and sit and wait. Then you look at the mirror again and say, "I have to tell him," and walk out of the room with all your pride and courage.

This is how I ended up outside my boyfriends house in the pouring rain debating either to talk to him or not. Well, I'm here, no turning back now. It's now or never. I ring the doorbell and he opens it. God, I love his face, I love him. This is how we got here.

"Presley, what are you doing here?" Seth asks. "I need to talk to you. Are your parents home?" I say. He says no and I know that it's now or never, now or never. He tells me to come in and sit down, he looks worried about me.

"Well you remember, our one year anniversary?" I asked as I sat down, unable to meet his eyes.

"Yeah," he said with a smile on his face. I began, "Well, you know how you weren't planning to go that far, and I wasn't planning to go that far…"

"What? You're not… Are you?" he asked, getting up from the couch, oh God, please don't let him leave me.

I looked at his face, he was scared, I could see it in his face. I nod my head as the tears fill my eyes. He looked at me. "No, no, no! It can't be! No! You're lying! Why would you lie like this? No! Get out! Just leave!" he pushed me out the door and I stood there, "But…" "No, leave!"

I went to my car where I began to break down. Also, hoping, he'd come out for me, I stayed in the driveway, for an hour. Yeah, that's a long time. That son of a bastard stole my heart and won't give it back. But I'm gonna need it if I have to be single and a teen mom.

"He's not coming is he?" I asked myself aloud. Now how was I going to tell my family about everything without moral support from the place I need it most? What would my mom say? And my brother? My sisters? They're all going to take turns killing me.

Then it hit me, Seth is just letting me walk out on him and on us. I'm going to end up like my mom, no one to help me with the baby.

She and my dad were married for two years with two kids, me and my brother. Then my dad just left. We were on our own for another two years when he came back. Then my mom told him about the twins and my dad was never to be heard of again. I don't want that for myself. What am I going to do?

When I get home Starr, one of the twins, comes running to me. "I have to talk to you about something," she says. "What is it, Starr?" I ask.

"Well, Cartney said she found something on the floor in your room. We're wondering if it's yours," she says. Cartney, short for McCartney, is her twin sister. Yeah, my parents had something with last names from famous people from the 60's and 70's. My brother's name is Jagger for crying out loud!

It's almost impossible to tell the twins apart, they both have auburn hair, the same nose, same eye shape, same checks, same lips…. Only one thing is different, the eye color. Cartney's eyes are blue while Starr's are green.

I was thinking about this, than it hit me, what did they find? My electric blue eyes went huge, "What did you find?" I asked. Please, please, anything but that!

When I walked into my room Cartney was sitting on my bed holding something. She looked at me and said, "Now, Presley, you've been acting kinda weird lately. Then I came into your room to look for the laptop and I found this on the floor. Is it yours or is it Ava's? If it's yours, you know that Starr and I won't tell anyone and we'll help you, we just need to know."

I knew I couldn't say no to the fact that I knew it was there, or that I didn't know what she was talking about, we all knew what she was talking about. I took the test and threw it in my room. I didn't remember it was there. Then I thought of my options, say it's Ava's or tell them the truth.

Ava was my best friend and the prettiest girl at school. She was tall and skinny. She had beautiful, flaming red hair, and eyes that were so light brown they were almost golden. She had a beautiful natural tan and needed almost no make up. She always got the guys, she always had a boyfriend, so why not say it was hers?

But I knew that the girls knew better. I wouldn't be able to fool them for long, especially after they found the test. They'd be bugging me about it and asking if I was sure. I looked at my sisters, they were the only ones that were here for me right now. I hope Seth will come around soon, but for now, these two fourteen year olds were all I had.

I had tears in my eyes, "Yes," I choked, "it's mine. Don't tell Mom, please don't tell Mom. Don't tell Jagger either. Please, I don't know what I'm going to do. Seth told me to get out. I don't know, I just don't know!"

They came and put their arms around me, "We won't tell Presley, we promise," Starr said. "Yeah, and I'm sure Seth will come around," said Cartney. "Presley, don't cry, it'll all be ok," added Starr as she hugged her.

"If I get an abortion, you won't ever tell anyone will you?" I asked, this idea had been at the back of my mind. I didn't want to, but the only support I had were two fourteen year olds, how would that help pay the medical bills if I put the baby up for adoption, and if I keep it, who's going to help me? I have no one.

"No! You aren't going to…" "Starr, it's up to her, she should do what she wants," Cartney cuts her off. Starr looks down, "Fine," she mutters and it breaks my heart. I don't want to see her sad. I hate it, but what can I do?

Cartney is there when I make the call to the clinic for the abortion. She holds my hand and tells me everything is going to be ok.

That night I cried myself to sleep. I was going to do something that I had always been against. I knew that I could never be a good mother while I was 16 and in high school. I wouldn't be able to give my child everything he or she wanted. I couldn't do it if I didn't have support coming from the place I needed it most, from Seth. I was going to go tomorrow at 12, thankfully it was a Saturday and my Mom and brother would be working.

I drove to the clinic and sat there for a while, was I doing the right thing? I don't know what the right thing is anymore. I get out of the car and look at the building. Yup, this is the baby killing place I never thought I'd be at.

I walk in and sign my name on the sheet. I wait for them to call my name while I'm dying inside. What if it's not the right thing. They call my name and I get up, then the door opens and I hear someone else calling my name. No, it can't be. What would he be doing here?

"Seth?"

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