A Million Mistakes

Chapter 2:

"What?"

"I'm pregnant," I repeated.

"You didn't use protection!" Celeste exclaimed over the phone.

I shook my head even though I know she couldn't see. "He is the prince of Illea. He doesn't get out much, I don think he imagined that he would need protection the one time he does," I hissed.

"It's Prince Maxon's!" She yelled.

"He is the only one I've done it with," I said, rolling my eyes.

"America," she whispered, her voice softening. "What are you going to do?"

"Well I can't...I'm keeping it," I sighed, the tears beginning to fall again. "And I can't tell him."

"America! It's his child!"

"We were drunk. He probably won't remember. And if he does remember, he'll want to forget. Why would he want to remember his mistake with the commoner? And besides what am I supposed to say 'hey, what's up?! I know you don't know me and probably have no idea who I am, but I'm pregnant with you're child. So....want to be friends?' He will probably have me executed for insanity," I mumbled.

"I don't agree with you, but it's your choice," Celeste said disapprovingly. "What are you going to say to you're family?"

"I don't know."

"Well pregnancy tests aren't always 100% correct. You might not be pregnant," she said hopefully.

"I am. Let's call it mothers intuition. I just know," I cried.

"You're going to get through this. One way or another. And I'll be here for you." There was speaking in the background on her end before I heard a crackle. "Hey, America. I have to go now, but tell your family than give me a call. Bye bye."

"Bye Celeste."

I banged my head against the cabinet and let my phone fall to the floor. I shakily stood up, using the countertop to pull me up, and looked in the mirror. My mascara was running and my face was stained with tears. I looked like a mess.

I hastily wiped up the makeup on my face and tried to make myself look half presentable. I took a deep breath, but that didn't make me feel better. I placed a reassuring hand on my flat stomach and.....somehow that helped. I even smiled a bit before I opened the door and made my way downstairs.

"America?" May gasped. "Are you alright?"

Apparently I didn't do a good job at cleaning up my make up.

"Yeah, but I have news," I began, sighing shakily.

"What's wrong, kitten?" My dad asked.

I took a seat on the couch and looked down at my feat, not wanting to see there disappointed gazes when I told them.

"I'm pregnant."

It was completely silent. You could of heard a pin drop, but all I heard was my mom gasp.

"Out!" She yelled.

I looked up. "What?"

"America! First you sneak out to some party across the country and now you've gone and got yourself knocked up! I don't know what's happened to you, but I don't want it in my house! Out!" My mom screamed.

"Mom," May whispered, her voice shaking.

I looked up at my dad to see if he could help, but he was just looking at me with disappointment. Not saying a word.

"Okay, I'll leave," I agreed, grabbing my phone and making my way to the door. "But don't try and contact me! It's good to know you'll always be there for me, especially when I need you most."