"Betrayal"

*The next part of my story*
After talking with my mom I drove the half hour drive to tell the next hardest person. My stomach felt twisted, my head was spinning with possibilities for the future.
How am I going to finish school?
I called up one of my friend's and had her buy a pregnancy test. I knew that he wouldn't believe me, unless I showed him a test. I went to her house, sobbing, feeling like I wanted to pass out. I took the test, but (since I didn't want to take the test to him) I took a picture of the positive sign with my cell phone. She called him and told him to meet us at the cementary. He drove up and acted all casual, like nothing big was going on. I felt as if something was choking me. I couldn't speak. So I just handed him my cell phone with the picture. His eyes got big and first a glimpse of fear was on his face, and then anger. He handed the phone back,
"Who's test?"
"Mine." I mustered.
"So...who's the father?"
Are you freaking serious. Who's the father? What kind of question is that?!
"Uh, you."
"It's not mine."

Through out the next few months we had small amounts of contact but not a lot, especially towards the end of my pregnancy.

A few weeks later I went to my first doctors appointment. The sound of the baby's heart beat made me cry and also made me know that I'd be able to do this...no matter which way I went. When I looked at the first ultrasound, it only made it harder for me not to cry. This little peanut/gummy bear looking thing was so perfect, even though there was so little to it.

Telling my family was very hard, especially since I called all of my siblings and told them. I am so happy for the support they were considering their stupid baby sister had gotten herself into this situation.

Next hardest was telling my friends that didn't know. One night sitting at the hottub, I sat on the edge (as ya'll know, a dip in the hot tub is a no no when your pregnant.)
"Get in."
"I can't."
"We're going to pull you in." The guys grabbed my arms and started to pull me.
"No guys I really can't."
"Why? You sick?"
"No not exactly."
"Uh, ok?"
"So guess what? I'm pregnant."
My girl friends all looked at me and I could see that they believed me. They guys however, weren't so easily convinced.
"Oh whatever."
"No I really am. I'm due February 18."
"Woah crazy. Are you serious? What are you going to do?"
"I don't know. Chris wants nothing to do with me though."
"Well duh," one of my girl friends said, "he's got a lot of other stuff to take care of."

And thus my journey through the reality of it all began. People knew, I knew and had proof. How was I going to do this. I sat there looking at the ultrasound pictures every night, ready to cry, praying that it wasn't real, it was a dream.
Please, make it a dream.