The under-aged girl

Submitted by Writer on Thu, 02/15/2018 - 11:15

I sat in the living room, biting my nails, waiting for the phone to ring. Suddenly I got up and went to the bathroom. I looked myself in my crooked, antique mirror. I looked myself right in the eyes. Was this me? Was this who I really was? I shook my head vigorously and looked down at my stomach. I cringed at the way it was slouched and big. I really thought to myself about what I was gonna do next. I walked out of the bathroom and right back into the dirty, flat cushioned couch living room. I sat down into the red wood rocking chair. Yet again I glanced down at the phone.

“It’s five-o'clock, why haven't they called yet?” I anxiously asked.

“Sweetie, I don’t know. Just calm down.” Karl said. Karl is my boyfriend. He is 16. I am 15.

”Do you think I am? What if I am?  What are we gonna do? What are my parents gonna say? My life is complete crap!” All of that completely blurted right out of my mouth.

“You need to calm down or else it will effect it.” Karl usually can calm me down but right now all i want to here is the phone ring and the doctor talking. It was now five-twelve. It felt like it had been an hour since when they said they were going to call. The doctor said that he would call at five, but he hasn’t. I watched the clock tick. Tick, tick, tick. I feel like it was a bomb just waited to go off. And then finally once it was five-sixteen, the phone rang. I immediately get up and start to run to the phone and almost fall when I grab the phone. I pick it up and take the deepest, most clarified breath ever.

“Hello?” I breathed out.

“Hi, is this Rebecca Fellos?” Said the dark and deep voice coming through a wire.

“Yes. Is...Is this Dr. Worches?” I stuttered.

“Indeed it is”

“Oh hi, any news?”

“Well you sound fairly nervous and it isn’t very good for the baby?”

“Listen I don’t need a pep-talk, all I need to know is if my baby will be OK!” I practically thought I would have scared him off, but he stayed… obviously because he had to stay.

“Well, I think you should come in right now because I am free and we should probably talk in person.” He said calmly. I stopped. I felt a golf ball was coming up my throat. I looked at Karl and then back at the phone and then back at Karl.

“We are on our way.” I said so fast I don’t even think he understood me. I slammed the phone into its holder and headed towards the car.

“Karl, we need to go to the hospital. The doctor wants to talk to us.” He ran right behind me. He grabbed the keys to the car and slammed the door shut behind him. I opened the car door and slid into the passenger seat. Our car smells like Sprite and Taco Bell. Karl started the car and began to drive.

”Do you want music?” asked Karl.

“No, I just want silence.” I said in a really pissy way.




The rest of the car ride was silent. We were both really nervous. The hospital was about 15 minutes away. Once we turned into the parking lot, I thought I was going to throw up that golf ball. The hospital was very long and only had four floor. Of course we had to go to the fourth one. We got into the hospital and scooted up to the front desk. I was very anxious that I couldn’t stop shaking my leg and all my face said was, HURRY UP!

“Is this an emergency?” The lady said. I swear she was a sloth because her words were coming out the speed of one.

“No, we are just here to meet with Dr. Worches.” I said so fast that I felt like I barely moved my mouth.

“Is it an appointment?” again she said as slow as a sloth.

“He just called me and told me to come right away. Now can I go?” I asked