I stared blank faced at the wand clutched between my cold fingertips. This could not be real. My boyfriend of almost a year Damien & I have only had unprotected sex once and now look where that has landed me. Cold regretful, and 3 weeks pregnant at age 17.Here I sat, in my empty 3 foot deep Jacuzzi bathtub, clad in Damien’s football jersey, underwear and my SpongeBob socks. My fire red hair is a curly mess on top of my head and mascara is running rapidly down my face. I picked up my cell and dialed Damien’s number, got no response. So I simply decided this wasn’t something that could wait. I shot him a text.
One minute later he texted back “WHAT, is it mine?”
I looked at my blackberry screen as if I were seeing things. A brief rage over came me and I got up and threw my phone on my bed and screamed. “Endless Love” by Luther Vandross continuously blared from my phone. I really wasn’t in the mood for Damien right now. All of a sudden he wants to call me? I should have listened to my mom when she said it was a bad idea for me to date a college boy. These past few months have been hard dealing with him. He has admitted to cheating on me twice and it’s really hard for me to trust him especially when he’s hundreds of miles away at A & T State. Damien is a freshman in college, cute, smart & a Quarterback on the football team. I’m pretty sure he has gorgeous girls throwing their love at him every second. Yet, I’m stuck here without a watchful eye upon my sweetheart. There I lay buried beneath my pink silk sheets, hurdled in a fetal position with a million thoughts racing through my brain. This could not be happening. It could only be a cruel and lonely dream.