Homepage › Stories › The pregnancy story › Chapter 6

The pregnancy story

too many doses and im starting to get an attraction

its been a week since I left my brother and his friends at dinner. a week since ive been home. a week since ive been to school and a week since I talk to chris. he's left dozens of phone calls and messages but I don't care. he deserves this. but I have been texting balz,devin, ricky and alan so he doesn't go completely crazy. I've been getting text from vic lately but I don't think im over oli. I think he's changed. he hasn't forced himself on me or hit me. so that's good. I just cant stop loving him. but vic has caught me eye. right now im flipping threw scrap books of tattoos as oli gets his hand tattooed.
"babe you should get something." I laugh.
"im not getting a tattoo, do you know how much trouble I would get in?"
"then get a piercing." I think for a while.
"get your lip pierced!" oli shouts, I bite my lip.
"don't worry, it'll look hot." the tattoo artist says with a smirk. 'maybe it would make chris mad.' I smile.
"lets do this."

"alright lana, this is just gonna feel like a shot." he rubs alcohol on my lip and sterilizes the needle. he shoves it threw and puts a small, silver hoop on my lip.
"now that didn't hurt." he pats me on the back.
"you should of seen your face." oli laughs. I get off the table and hit him on the chest.
"shut off." he grabs my wrist and shoves me against the wall.
"don't hit me." he lets go of me and leaves the room which I follow closely behind him.
"didn't I say she would look hot." the artist says eyeing me up and down. oli laughs handing him money.
"totally."

when we finally get back to his apartment I sit on the edge of the couch and pull out my iPhone looking at chris' messages. I huff.
"i think I need to go home." I say to oli.
"what? no! I thought you liked it here." he sits beside me.
"i do its just, chris is leaving soon and I don't want him to hate me." he sighs.
"i don't want you to go." I kiss him on the lips.
"ill always come to see you and ill see you in school." he huffs.
"okay."

I open the door to my house getting attacked by the wrench of alcohol and the site of peer dirtiness. my new piercing starts to throb.
"fuck." I say as I climb the stairs. I throw open the door to chris' room to see him crying in Abigale's lap. she turns around.
"awe. look who finally showed up." chris jumps up and wipes his tears away.
"where were you?" he screams. abby just sits there with a huge grin on her face.
"don't worry about." I say plainly as I shrug.
"what? don't worry about it? and what the fuck happened to your face?" I bite my lip.
"i got it piercied." he laughs.
"nah fucking dip." he looks at me like im stupid.
"you look like a whore." Abigale oh so welcomly cuts in.
"fuck off." she gasp. "and I don't see why your so angry." he comes close to me.
"Im angry because you could text anyone else but me like I wasn't important to you or something. and despite the fact you haven't been at school for a week. where were you?" his eyes get cloudy.
"you'll get mad."
"he already is." I scowl.
"shut up!" I scream at her. chris grabs my face.
"don't fucking talk to her like that." I push him off me.
"i was with oli,okay?" I see the hurt in his eyes.
"you promised me that if I ddnt tell the police who almost killed you that you would never see him again!" I look t the floor. "im so disappointed." I knit my eyebrows together.
"what was I sappost to do?" he sighs.
"i bet you had sex with him just o you could stay." Abigale spats.
"that's enough." chris says to her. "did he hurt you?" I shake my head no. "are you here for good?" I shake my head yes. "good." he pulls m into a hug and says I love you. he releases me and i run to my. I strip my clothes and go to sleep.

I wake up to chris stroking my hair lightly.
"good morning, time to get ready." I huff and rub my eyes tiredly. he gets up and leaves. I get out of bed and stretch. I change my bra and undies. I throw on my pink flowery dior sweater, whit skinny jeans and my white lace toms.i curl my hair and braid my bangs into a waterfall braid. I put on orange lip stick and do natural look. I put on a arrow bracelet and bow earings .(http://www.polyvore.com/school/set?id=119665688) I huff at the ugly image in the mirror. I sling my messenger backpack on my shoulder and walk to the kitchen grabbing a water bottle and siting down.' I don feel up to this.' I throw the water bottle between my hands as I look around the room tell something catches my eye. a clear, mouth watering liquid. vodka. I run to the sink dumping my water out and filling it up with the clear liquid. I take a quick sip, loving the taste.
"this shoud be fun."