pregnant. I didn’t have a choice,” I tell him, my mind going back to the awful memory of when my parents confronted me.
It happened one night as I came home from work. That day I had worked a double shift when someone had called in sick. I didn’t want to at first, but I wanted the extra money, so I stayed. Later regretting it as the day grew and I began to feel sicker.
“Kasey, your father and I would like to speak to you,” I hear my mother say as I walk into the house from work.
Quickly closing my eyes, I take a deep breath to help fight off the nauseating feeling that has been following me around all day. I don’t know what is going on with me lately. I think I might be getting sick, or have the same flu as the other girl at work, because I feel like throwing up again.
Walking in the direction of the kitchen, I see my father walk in from the back porch. Both of my parents look angry. The panic inside of me rising as I walk my way towards them. Did they find out I had Joseph over the weekend they were gone?
Apprehensively, I take a seat in one of the chairs at our dining room table, my father taking a seat across from me. My mother stops her pacing before she begins speaking.
“Young lady, is there something you’d like to tell us?” she asks, the infuriation in her tone further worrying me as she stares into my eyes, waiting for my answer; an answer I can’t give her. I shake my head at her, still trying to fight off the nausea that is rising in the pit of my stomach.
Rapidly walking straight up to me, she slaps me on the face. “Don’t lie to me!” she shouts.
Bringing my hand up to my stinging face, I look over at my father and his face is expressionless. “Look at me,” my mother growls, as she tightly grasps my chin in her hand forcing me to look at her.
“Tell us who the father is!” she shouts down at me, making me wince both from the pain of her gasp and tone she’s using.
I’m confused and full of fear now as I sit there, my face still burning. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I frightfully say to her, which is the truth.
She shoves my face away. “You can’t pull off that innocent act anymore, Kasey. You thought we wouldn’t notice you being pregnant? All you’ve been doing is throwing up every morning, sleeping at all hours of the day, and when you aren’t throwing up, you’re eating everything in sight. I’ve noticed you haven’t had your period recently. Did you really think I wouldn’t notice?”
Taking in her last sentence, I realize she’s right. I haven’t had my period, but I’ve neglected to notice because of how sick I’ve been feeling. It never occurred to me that I could be pregnant.
“So I’m going to ask you again. Who. Is. The. Father?” she growls.
I don’t know what to say. I’m too scared to tell her anything in fear of the consequence.
“I don’t know,” I rapidly whisper to her, swallowing the pit of fear from her reaction.
I see her hand come at me, and I don’t fight her as she slaps me again. “You slut!”
“That’s enough, Caroline,” my father demands, his voice low, but stern. “Kasey, we’ve decided to send you to my sister’s farm up in Wisconsin. We’ve already bought you a bus ticket. That is, unless the father of the baby takes responsibility for you and takes you in. But regardless, you’re not staying under this roof. We don’t condone sinners is this house. So, we’ll give you one last chance to speak up about who the father is,” he grimly discloses.
I close my eyes and wonder whether I should speak up about Joseph being the father. Even if I did tell them, would they believe me? He isn’t here anymore to stand by my side as I tell them. What am I supposed to do? I sit there silent for a couple of seconds, finally shaking my head to answer. The guilt drops to the pit of my stomach knowing that I am lying to them.
“Then it’s done. You’re going up north with your aunt. Remember
It happened one night as I came home from work. That day I had worked a double shift when someone had called in sick. I didn’t want to at first, but I wanted the extra money, so I stayed. Later regretting it as the day grew and I began to feel sicker.
“Kasey, your father and I would like to speak to you,” I hear my mother say as I walk into the house from work.
Quickly closing my eyes, I take a deep breath to help fight off the nauseating feeling that has been following me around all day. I don’t know what is going on with me lately. I think I might be getting sick, or have the same flu as the other girl at work, because I feel like throwing up again.
Walking in the direction of the kitchen, I see my father walk in from the back porch. Both of my parents look angry. The panic inside of me rising as I walk my way towards them. Did they find out I had Joseph over the weekend they were gone?
Apprehensively, I take a seat in one of the chairs at our dining room table, my father taking a seat across from me. My mother stops her pacing before she begins speaking.
“Young lady, is there something you’d like to tell us?” she asks, the infuriation in her tone further worrying me as she stares into my eyes, waiting for my answer; an answer I can’t give her. I shake my head at her, still trying to fight off the nausea that is rising in the pit of my stomach.
Rapidly walking straight up to me, she slaps me on the face. “Don’t lie to me!” she shouts.
Bringing my hand up to my stinging face, I look over at my father and his face is expressionless. “Look at me,” my mother growls, as she tightly grasps my chin in her hand forcing me to look at her.
“Tell us who the father is!” she shouts down at me, making me wince both from the pain of her gasp and tone she’s using.
I’m confused and full of fear now as I sit there, my face still burning. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I frightfully say to her, which is the truth.
She shoves my face away. “You can’t pull off that innocent act anymore, Kasey. You thought we wouldn’t notice you being pregnant? All you’ve been doing is throwing up every morning, sleeping at all hours of the day, and when you aren’t throwing up, you’re eating everything in sight. I’ve noticed you haven’t had your period recently. Did you really think I wouldn’t notice?”
Taking in her last sentence, I realize she’s right. I haven’t had my period, but I’ve neglected to notice because of how sick I’ve been feeling. It never occurred to me that I could be pregnant.
“So I’m going to ask you again. Who. Is. The. Father?” she growls.
I don’t know what to say. I’m too scared to tell her anything in fear of the consequence.
“I don’t know,” I rapidly whisper to her, swallowing the pit of fear from her reaction.
I see her hand come at me, and I don’t fight her as she slaps me again. “You slut!”
“That’s enough, Caroline,” my father demands, his voice low, but stern. “Kasey, we’ve decided to send you to my sister’s farm up in Wisconsin. We’ve already bought you a bus ticket. That is, unless the father of the baby takes responsibility for you and takes you in. But regardless, you’re not staying under this roof. We don’t condone sinners is this house. So, we’ll give you one last chance to speak up about who the father is,” he grimly discloses.
I close my eyes and wonder whether I should speak up about Joseph being the father. Even if I did tell them, would they believe me? He isn’t here anymore to stand by my side as I tell them. What am I supposed to do? I sit there silent for a couple of seconds, finally shaking my head to answer. The guilt drops to the pit of my stomach knowing that I am lying to them.
“Then it’s done. You’re going up north with your aunt. Remember
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