What if?

~11~

Austin just asked me why I couldn't have the drink he offered me during the party. Should I tell him the truth? Should I lie to him? Should I tell him about the baby? Everything ran through my mind. What if I don't answer and act like I didn't hear him ask that? That would be completely rude of me. If I didn't tell him of the baby soon he would be angry with me. WHY ME!
I was taking to long to respond so I decided I should just say why I said earlier. "I can't Austin."
"I know you can't but why?" Why was he all of a sudden so eggar to know?
"I have something to tell you." I couldn't keep this from him for long, after all he is my boyfriend and should know. Even if I don't tell him now, he'll find out later."Umm... Well... I don't know where to start," I said looking at my lap not wanting to look at him.
"Start from the very beginning." Austin said while pulling to side since we arrived in front of my home.
I might as well, it's now or never, "You know how I was out for a while." He just nodded his head to ensure me was listening. "Well, that day you dropped me off at home, i called my moms name and she didn't answer so I assumed she wasn't home. When I went upstairs to my room I had a sudden urge to go into her room." I started to pour my eyes out at this point not caring that he saw or that my makeup would get all messed up. "W-well, I went into her room to find her. H-her arms and legs were t-tied to the bed and there was this m-man on top of her, r-raping her. The man s-saw me and decided to catch me and in t-the end he did. I was knocked out, u-unconscious, in a coma for about a week. My m-mom claimed she didn't know the man, b-but I could tell she was lying. Anyway, w-while I was unconscious, h-he molested me. So to cut it short. I-I'm...-" I couldn't manage to speak the word but I didn't have to.
"-Pregnant." Austin completed in a soft hushed tone barely audible. I just nodded my head to confirm it. When I looked over at him, his eyes were tearing up. Why did this affect him so much? Yeah he was my boyfriend but for less then a day. I just hope he doesn't think of me differently. There's a very good chance of him breaking up with me because of this and I didn't want that. I wanted him in my arms protecting me from everyone and everything. I want him right beside me through thick and thin.
I lifted my head up to look at him and he was just laying back. His head on the head rest and his eyes looking up at the roof. "Austin...?"
"Yeah." I could tell from his voice he was upset.
"What are you thinking." I wanted to know. Although yes I would be scared to know the truth, I still wanted to know.
"Why did you keep this from me? Who is this asshole? Why you? Questions like that." Austin answered.
"Oh... Alright..." I'm not surprised he was thinking that. "Just don't tell anyone about it."
"I won't, but I need some time to think."
"Think about what?" I knew the answer but I didn't wan to believe it. Less then a day of us and he already has to think about us. This sucks.
"You know... Us." My eyes started to tear up. I wasn't really surprised one way or another, but I didn't want to believe it. I didn't want there to be an end or anything. At least not yet. I opened the car door and stepped out of the car then close the door. "Where you going?"
"You said you need time to think, so think all you need. Night Austin." I snarled then turned around with tears now running down my face. Slowly walking toward my house, I wiped the tears away and hoped my mom wouldn't realize I was crying when I walked in. Myers maybe I was over reaction a little bit, but he did say he needed to think, I'm letting him think.
I opened the front door and all the lights were off. My mom was probably sleeping so I didn't bother calling out her name. From everything, I was hungry, very hungry. So, I headed toward the kitchen with no lights on in the house since I knew my house like the back of my hand and I opened up the fridge and got out some left overs from dinner. There were mashed potatoes and some pasta. Without turning on the lights I devoured the food. Afterwards I say there just staring, into space. The guilt was killing me of what I just did I couldn't take it anymore even though it wasn't my fault. I got up and put shoes on and ran out the front door. I was running to Austin's house in the middle of the road. Tears building up blocking my view of everything. SCEERT.