Locke: The Beginning

The Accident

My wife never wanted to marry me, at least that is what she told me. I believe her because I wasn't supposed to marry her yet. We were young, stupid, and drunk when it happened. And by young, I do mean young, since we were only eighteen. It was a party, don't remember what kind of party, but a party to celebrate something. My wife and I were there since some of our friends were also celebrating with us, and because she dragged me to go with her. All I remember was getting drunk out of my mind, then I woke up in a random room with my wife at my side, us both being completely unclothed. Fuck.

"What the hell happened last night, Valeska?" I asked my girlfriend while putting my pants on.

"How the fuck am I supposed to know, Asim?" She spat back at me.

She didn't move from the bed, nor did she make an effort to get clothed. She didn't even look at me. She kept looking at the floor with her eyes wide open. She looked, and sounded, like she was in some sort of hypnotic state.

"God damnit. Okay, well, how much did you drink? I remember drinking." I asked her while walking to her side and putting my hand to hers. Still no sign of emotion.

"I don't know. Probably, like, six shots."

"Six fucking shots!"

"Stop yelling! My head is pounding!"

"Then you had way more than six shots. I'm going to take a wild guess and say we had sex, according to us being in a random room and having no clothes on."

"Sex? Oh no. Oh no! No! Asim, I can't get pregnant! My parents are going to murder me!"

"Pregnant? Why the fuck would you be pregnant?"

"Well do you see any rubber laying around? I'm not wearing any!"

"Oh, shit. Fuck! Well, maybe your not?"

"And what if I am?"

"I don't know! I don't know, Valeska! If you are, then get rid of it, I guess!"

"If I am, my parents will never let me! They're against abortions. My father thinks it's a woman abandoning her future responsibilities, and my mother just follows what he says. I'll be stuck."

"Valeska—"

"I'll take a test in three days then another two days after that. You'll be the first to know."

She finally stood up and began to clothe herself, while I sat on the edge of the bed, thinking about what will happen. These next five days won't be easy. In five days, I'm going to figure out if I'm going to be a teenage father or not.

The next five days went by slowly, yet so fast. I found myself standing next to the landline phone in the living room every day for hours to the point it started to catch the attention of my mother and step-father. My mother was a kind woman, but she could smell trouble like a bull and always knew when something was wrong with her kids. My step-father never gave a shit what happened with me. Finally, the call came. I answered before the first ring could finish.

"Hello? Valeska? What is it?" I spoke anxiously.

"I'm pregnant, Asim." She responded with a shaky voice. She clearly had been crying.

"Fuck. Are you sure?"

"I tested eight times. All positive. I'm so sorry, Asim."

"Don't be. We'll work this out. I'm going to have to tell my parents."

"Neither one of us has told our parents about our relationship."

"I know."

"If I don't call you in a hour, you'll know why." She hung up the phone.