Help Me, Please? *One Direction Fanfic*

Chapter 31

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Ffffuuuudddgeeee I am so screwed:

I missed my period.

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I cried, and cried.

Shit shit shit shit.

What the hell am I going to do?

Maybe I was just late...but I was never. Ever since I was twelve they have been the same day every month.

Shit shit shit shit.

Why does this happen to me?

I need a pregancy test.

I need to know.

Wait, maybe I should check the symptoms online.

I could just be so stressed that I missed it...yeah. That could happen, right?

I sprinted over to Zayn's computer again.

Z-A-Y-N I typed in and it unlocked.

I opened Crome and made an invisible tab since I didn't want anyone to know what I was searching

I typed in 'signs of pregnancy' into the search bar.

I clicked on one.

"Missed period" check

I prayed that I wouldn't have any, but the more I read on, the more I wanted to scream. I had almost all of them.

"Cravings" cold watermelon with salad dressing? Check.

"Morning sickness" oh, freak it. I guess I threw up every morning not because of my nightmares but because of morning sickness.

Shit.

"Fatigue" Yeah...I guess I have been a lot more tired than usual...

I stopped and closed the laptop forcefully.

Now I was freaking out.

How would I be able to tell Zayn?

That would be so embarrassing and humiliating.

Then he would find out about what else happened to me.

How could I get pregant without having sex?

Shit.

Why. Me.

I am only freaking fifteen and yet I have been raped by three men, my parent's murdered, and I am living with a friend of one of my rapists.

Freak me.

Great.

I guess hormones are kicking in: what the hell am I going to do?

I really don't want it, whose ever it is. But...I can't just kill it...

Adoption?

To go through nine freaking months of pain and torture to just give it away? No way.

To keep it...but I am only fifteen.

Gahh.

Shit, I thought about those '16 and Pregnant' shows where girls go and get themselves knocked up and then go on a reality show.

I used to laugh at them for getting pregnant at sixteen.

Now I am in their same shoes, but at least they had someone to talk to.

I have no one.

If only I had a girl to talk to....

"Sky!"