Heather's POV
“Sh, it’s going to be alright, Heather.”
I could barely remember how we even got into this position. I had my arms wrapped around Alejandro while I was his lap. I cried into his shoulder.
“No it’s not,” I mumbled, “Nothing’s going to be alright. I’m having your bastard child and you’re saying that it’s going to be alright.”
“It will, mi amor. I’m going to be here with আপনি and we’ll be in this together.”
“But what about my parents?”
He pulled away from the grip he had on me and I let go of him; he looked me in the eyes, “What about them?”
“They’re not going to disown me. They hate me as it is,” I sniffed hard through tears to get a breath of air, “They’re going to kick me out. This isn’t going to work. I only can see one reasonable way out of this and that’s an abortion.”
There was a long silence and we sat there. I could tell he didn’t want me to do that. He took me back into his grip and I cried into his chest. He finally spoke again after about ten minutes, “Do আপনি want to get an abortion?”
“No,” I muttered so quietly that I wasn’t sure he heard me. Though he must have since he replied with, “Don’t worry, we’ll find a way to make this work. We’re going to make this work.”
We stayed that way for a long time. At least, I thought so since that was the last thing that I could remember before I fell asleep.
“Sh, it’s going to be alright, Heather.”
I could barely remember how we even got into this position. I had my arms wrapped around Alejandro while I was his lap. I cried into his shoulder.
“No it’s not,” I mumbled, “Nothing’s going to be alright. I’m having your bastard child and you’re saying that it’s going to be alright.”
“It will, mi amor. I’m going to be here with আপনি and we’ll be in this together.”
“But what about my parents?”
He pulled away from the grip he had on me and I let go of him; he looked me in the eyes, “What about them?”
“They’re not going to disown me. They hate me as it is,” I sniffed hard through tears to get a breath of air, “They’re going to kick me out. This isn’t going to work. I only can see one reasonable way out of this and that’s an abortion.”
There was a long silence and we sat there. I could tell he didn’t want me to do that. He took me back into his grip and I cried into his chest. He finally spoke again after about ten minutes, “Do আপনি want to get an abortion?”
“No,” I muttered so quietly that I wasn’t sure he heard me. Though he must have since he replied with, “Don’t worry, we’ll find a way to make this work. We’re going to make this work.”
We stayed that way for a long time. At least, I thought so since that was the last thing that I could remember before I fell asleep.
Nickname(s): Farra অথবা Skunk
Age: 14
Place: New Jersey
Friends: Barbara, Hayley, Dawn, Maggie, Gwen, Cody.
Skills: Very good singer/actor
Info: She is a music-loving, partying, crazy, punk girl. A dad, big brother, and mom make up her family. She has a crush on Cody, loves to write Chrizzy articles, and listen to music.
Appearance: Tall, skinny, curvy. Blackish blueish hair with one white streak on the side that goes down to a bit past her chin. Brown-gray শার্ট with ত্রিভুজ shaped straps and a big পরাকাষ্ঠা তারকা in the middle. Gray pants with baggy ends and a really weird পরাকাষ্ঠা belt. Black/gold sneakers. Gray gloves that go up to her elbows. Lots of red-violet lipstick, gray eyeshadow, black eyeliner, dark-brow eyes.
