Innocence is just a lie.

-Kellin-

I paced back and forth with a glare aimed at the slow clock ticking on the wall above the television. My hair all messed up and my lip just about ready to split from the constant punctures of my teeth.
How should I tell her? Should I even tell her? What if she gets pregnant?
She's underage.

My hands started to shake as a few stray tears of frustration leaked out of my eyes.
What if she get's pregnant and doesn't want the baby?
I don't think I could let her kill it.

The continuous swirl of thoughts were interrupted by a melodious voice calling my name from the hallway, a smile evident in the tone.
There's no way I can tell her.

But I have to.

"There you are..." She grinned walking into the room, leaving her grey backpack by the living room door, "Are you okay?" There was a sudden change in her tone as she stood in front of me, a worried look painting her face as she reached out her hand to lift my chin up so our eyes could meet yet again.
Judging by the look in her eyes I could tell she knew the answer.

"Sit down" my voice shocked me slightly as I took in another shaky breath, trying desperately to hold in the tears that were threatening to spill. She obeyed and took a seat on the coffee table in the middle of the room, her hands nervously fiddling as she bit her lip.
I averted my gaze back down to the slight faded patch at the knee of my jeans, afraid if I continued to look at her I'd break.
She's only seventeen, good going. Ruin her life before it's even fucking started.

"There's no easy way to say this but...Emily, it broke" I hesitated to say it but once I said it the air got thicker, she sat for a moment contemplating what I meant before it dawned on her.
I swear to god in that moment I saw her break. The brightness in her eye dulling for a fraction of a second before it returned in the form of her glossy tears.

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