often at school or doing any sort of school activity I could in order to avoid going home and being with him. It took me a while to notice the small bump forming in my stomach. At first, I had presumed I had overindulged on snacks or got a water infection again.
But this time the bump didn’t go away…
I decided to speak to Dylan about my fears of being pregnant. To be honest I wasn’t sure how he was going to take the news. I’m sure he’d want to punch my father in the nuts or at least call the cops on him, but we both knew that neither of those options were the practical solution right now.
When I told Dylan the news, he just sat there frozen. He didn’t budge, didn’t move…he just sat there and squeezed my