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awritinglilypeaTitle: A Life Less Ordinary
Characters/Pairing: Lita/Randy (beginning), Lita/?
Genre: AU
Rating: PG
Complete: No.
Summary: Amy had never felt so vulnerable or alone as she did then.
Notes: This story is becoming a monster.
Warnings: Contains teenage pregnancy.
Amy didn’t know what to do, didn’t know what to say as she tried to creep into her house later that same day as every muscle in her body shuddered in revulsion at the thought of trying to explain herself flew through her mind.
What was she supposed to say? How could she word it?
She didn’t know, didn’t know at all.
Making her way up to her room Amy’s hands shook as she closed the door and locked it, breathing a sigh of relief that she was safely and peacefully in her room, or as peaceful as she could be given the circumstances.
Lying on her bed, she reached into her purse and pulled out the pregnancy test, staring blankly at the strip and the little pink line on it.
Her whole life was changing in front of her very eyes, she couldn’t believe that just last week she had been worrying over an English midterm.
It all seemed so trivial so pointless, and she had never really wanted children in the first place.
The thought of not having it…him or her…she bolted for the bathroom, slamming the door behind her she lost everything she had eaten that day and as she flushed the toilet and clambered to her feet realized that it wasn’t even an option she could think of.
She couldn’t marry Randy either, and it wasn’t because she didn’t love him.
She did, with everything that she was.
But he wasn’t ready to get married, he didn’t even truly want to go to college, he was just doing it because it would make his dad happy.
Amy was getting sick of doing everything she could to make other people happy and had no interest in doing it again. No matter what anyone said.
She was going to keep this baby.
Jumping when someone knocked on her bedroom door, she turned on the faucet and brushed her teeth before even saying anything, “Who is it?” She called.
“Honey it’s me,” her mom responded, her voice filled with concern. “Are you sick? Randy called and told me you left school in a hurry.”
Amy’s whole body filled with terror as she tried to figure out if he would have told her mom, he wasn’t the smartest guy in the world after all although he did have his moments.
“I’m just not feeling well right now mom, I want to have some time alone,” Amy replied, hoping that her mother would accept that answer for the time being because she really didn’t know what else to tell her.
She couldn’t tell her mom now, not on the day she’d found out and was still very much getting used to the idea.
“Okay sweetheart, I’ll call the school and tell them you were sick, I’ll get you excused for tomorrow too so you can recover,” her mother told her, obviously sensing there was something more wrong than what she was being told and it took all she had in her not to push.
She didn’t know when but somewhere along the way her and her sixteen-year-old daughter had become mortal enemies.
“Thanks mom,” Amy said softly, not even sure if her mother had heard her she moved to the bed and lay down on her side resting her hand on her stomach, splaying her fingers out.
She couldn’t believe it, pretty soon she was going to get big, and she was going to get cravings.
The thought scared her, terrified her but there was a thrill of excitement which coursed through her body at the thought.
It was another challenge she would have to face in her life, and one she could take on quite well she knew.
Her mother always said that she didn’t know any other teenager in the world who was quite as responsible as her daughter was; of course that was an opinion that would soon change.
Amy knew she could do this though.
She had wanted to go to University of course, but the thought of ending her child’s life, (although she logically had learned in science class that wasn’t the way things worked) chilled her to no end.
The thought of leaving school was upsetting of course, as she had a few good friends and Randy there but she wouldn’t lie to herself and try to convince herself that he would stick around.
He didn’t even really stick around now, why would he stick around when she was nine months pregnant?
The thought caused more tears to fall from her eyes and she sniffled as her phone rang, the line her own so no one in the house could access it.
Glancing at the caller display she saw that it was Randy and turned off the ringer, rolling over and burying her face in the pillow as she broke down and sobbed.
She was alone.
It didn’t matter what happened from this point on, what her parents said, how people at school reacted or what Randy did.
It was now her and Baby against the world.
The thought caused her to choke out another sob.
Stupid hormones.
Characters/Pairing: Lita/Randy (beginning), Lita/?
Genre: AU
Rating: PG
Complete: No.
Summary: Amy had never felt so vulnerable or alone as she did then.
Notes: This story is becoming a monster.
Warnings: Contains teenage pregnancy.
Amy didn’t know what to do, didn’t know what to say as she tried to creep into her house later that same day as every muscle in her body shuddered in revulsion at the thought of trying to explain herself flew through her mind.
What was she supposed to say? How could she word it?
She didn’t know, didn’t know at all.
Making her way up to her room Amy’s hands shook as she closed the door and locked it, breathing a sigh of relief that she was safely and peacefully in her room, or as peaceful as she could be given the circumstances.
Lying on her bed, she reached into her purse and pulled out the pregnancy test, staring blankly at the strip and the little pink line on it.
Her whole life was changing in front of her very eyes, she couldn’t believe that just last week she had been worrying over an English midterm.
It all seemed so trivial so pointless, and she had never really wanted children in the first place.
The thought of not having it…him or her…she bolted for the bathroom, slamming the door behind her she lost everything she had eaten that day and as she flushed the toilet and clambered to her feet realized that it wasn’t even an option she could think of.
She couldn’t marry Randy either, and it wasn’t because she didn’t love him.
She did, with everything that she was.
But he wasn’t ready to get married, he didn’t even truly want to go to college, he was just doing it because it would make his dad happy.
Amy was getting sick of doing everything she could to make other people happy and had no interest in doing it again. No matter what anyone said.
She was going to keep this baby.
Jumping when someone knocked on her bedroom door, she turned on the faucet and brushed her teeth before even saying anything, “Who is it?” She called.
“Honey it’s me,” her mom responded, her voice filled with concern. “Are you sick? Randy called and told me you left school in a hurry.”
Amy’s whole body filled with terror as she tried to figure out if he would have told her mom, he wasn’t the smartest guy in the world after all although he did have his moments.
“I’m just not feeling well right now mom, I want to have some time alone,” Amy replied, hoping that her mother would accept that answer for the time being because she really didn’t know what else to tell her.
She couldn’t tell her mom now, not on the day she’d found out and was still very much getting used to the idea.
“Okay sweetheart, I’ll call the school and tell them you were sick, I’ll get you excused for tomorrow too so you can recover,” her mother told her, obviously sensing there was something more wrong than what she was being told and it took all she had in her not to push.
She didn’t know when but somewhere along the way her and her sixteen-year-old daughter had become mortal enemies.
“Thanks mom,” Amy said softly, not even sure if her mother had heard her she moved to the bed and lay down on her side resting her hand on her stomach, splaying her fingers out.
She couldn’t believe it, pretty soon she was going to get big, and she was going to get cravings.
The thought scared her, terrified her but there was a thrill of excitement which coursed through her body at the thought.
It was another challenge she would have to face in her life, and one she could take on quite well she knew.
Her mother always said that she didn’t know any other teenager in the world who was quite as responsible as her daughter was; of course that was an opinion that would soon change.
Amy knew she could do this though.
She had wanted to go to University of course, but the thought of ending her child’s life, (although she logically had learned in science class that wasn’t the way things worked) chilled her to no end.
The thought of leaving school was upsetting of course, as she had a few good friends and Randy there but she wouldn’t lie to herself and try to convince herself that he would stick around.
He didn’t even really stick around now, why would he stick around when she was nine months pregnant?
The thought caused more tears to fall from her eyes and she sniffled as her phone rang, the line her own so no one in the house could access it.
Glancing at the caller display she saw that it was Randy and turned off the ringer, rolling over and burying her face in the pillow as she broke down and sobbed.
She was alone.
It didn’t matter what happened from this point on, what her parents said, how people at school reacted or what Randy did.
It was now her and Baby against the world.
The thought caused her to choke out another sob.
Stupid hormones.
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Date: 2009-06-30 05:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-30 11:35 am (UTC)I have other plans in mind for her.
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Date: 2009-06-30 05:22 am (UTC)Can't wait to see where this is going and I have NO clue what show it's off of...
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Date: 2009-06-30 11:35 am (UTC)Let's just say a small town comes into play...