Vαиιѕнєd.ϟ (Kєndαll Scнмιdт)
"What do you mean you're pregnant?" I ask Delilah shaikily as I hoped she was pulling one of her famous pranks.
"I mean you, me, baby. Nine months and the following eighteen years that goes on after that."
"No. No, no, no, no! There's no way I'm being a dad at seventeen, no way! I can't even raise my damn self!" I yell angerily, whipping a vace of flowers from her nightstand. I had yet to gain control of my anger, but I have a feeling I wouldn't be tamed.
"Kendall-" she tries to reassure me.
"Abort.it.," I manage to grit out in the fury of anger.
She gasps as if I said something wrong. And I'll admit, I did say something wrong. But I mean come on, that was our only option. We were two stupid high schoolers just wanting to have a good time. We had no idea how to be parents.
She places a hand of her still skinny stomach. "If you havent realized Kendall, this thing is a mixure a both of us. A piece of life. You can't kill a living thing, it's murder. I won't murder a poor, helpless baby."
"Look, sweetheart, I didn't want it to come to this, but it's either me or the baby," I say grabbing my leather jacket from her couch. She stares at me in utter shock. "Hello? Me or it?"
Kendall Knight is the name. Has a nice ring to it, doesn't it? School's bad boy, that is until I met a certain blonde haired beauty with the name of Delilah. I got her pregnant in her Sophmore year, and that's when she vanished from my life. Vanished-disappear suddenly and completely. I haven't seen, yet alone talk, to her since the night she told she was pregnant, but I am determined to find her and my baby. And make our family whole again.