"Hi Ann.Babe where were you today?I was looking every where for you."
My heart sunk as I tried to think of an excuse but my mind was blank,well not officially blank; there was one word that was screaming in my head-"BABY!"
But I shook off the word somehow from my head and found the right words to say to Emet at the moment.
"Aww your sweet babe and I'm sorry,Lette and I got so caught up in our own plans for tonight that we didn't even want to finish school to today."
I tried my best to not sound like I was lying through my teeth which I was doing but hoping Emet wouldn't realize it.
"Oh ok.That's fine.You just gotta tell me next time...alright?So I won't have to be worrying sick about you."
I could hear the relief in his voice and that relief tone made me feel even worse.I hated keeping things from people but especially Emet.Emet was my lover and best friend in the world,I just absolutely hated hiding things from him.
I made up some lame excuse of why I had to end our nice little forgiving conversation we had going on but it seemed to work,Emet didn't sound suspicious or worried at all,just really relieved.
But I was glad Emet cared so much.It meant that Emet loved me enough to care about what happened to me,and I figured that hopefully since he cared so much for me,maybe he would care just as much for the thing "inside of me."
I finally pressed end to the call and took in a deep breath.I had made through my first conversation with someone other than Arlette and I didn't freak out or sound the slightest different from before.
"Ann your going to have to tell Emet eventually.You and I both know that he knows you too well to not figure it out.Plus you look drained,you need to fix up your look a little to make it less obvious.Annie,sooner or later your flat belly of yours won't be so flat anymore,your going to look like a damn Macy's day balloon in a few weeks."
Arlette's words sent a shiver down my spine.Every last word was drilled in my brain and the words kept repeating in my head like a stupid Miley Cyrus song.But worst of all,I knew she was right.I now had a hour glass on my life.Sooner or later I would look like a Macy's day balloon and I had to tell Emet and fast.
My mom had called twice before I finally answered the call.That call was the one I was most scared of.That call was he one I would completely freak out and just blurt out I was pregnant any second.That call was the one that I had to think about every word I was going to say to her before actually saying it.
The call was very short,only 3 minutes long but in that short amount of time,I was able to sound jittery and stutter as if I was a Popsicle stick,but at that moment in time,that's exactly how I felt.
I texted Emet for awhile until Arlette and I started baking.I figured the more things I would do to keep my mind off the "thing", the better.And if I wasn't literally talking to Emet than I wouldn't feel so worried about telling him the truth,at least not at the moment.
I'm not gonna lie,I'm not in denial but at the same time I can't help but to not know what to do.I was too lost to try to figure it out right now.All I knew was that I couldn't break down until tonight when my mom was already home and bother Arlette and I.But until then I had to lay low because I knew that once I started getting emotional about this situation,there would be no stop to me.With my mother being nosy and all she would seriously question why I would be so emotional and then I knew I would blurt out the words in that very instant when I got annoyed enough with all my mother's questions.
So until tonight I would just keeping singing "Keep On Loving You" and baking countless cookies and brownies with my best friend.
But I had a feeling that this was just the beginning of the end and the end of the beginning.That my sweet dreams would now turn into nightmares,but beautiful nightmares that is.....
My heart sunk as I tried to think of an excuse but my mind was blank,well not officially blank; there was one word that was screaming in my head-"BABY!"
But I shook off the word somehow from my head and found the right words to say to Emet at the moment.
"Aww your sweet babe and I'm sorry,Lette and I got so caught up in our own plans for tonight that we didn't even want to finish school to today."
I tried my best to not sound like I was lying through my teeth which I was doing but hoping Emet wouldn't realize it.
"Oh ok.That's fine.You just gotta tell me next time...alright?So I won't have to be worrying sick about you."
I could hear the relief in his voice and that relief tone made me feel even worse.I hated keeping things from people but especially Emet.Emet was my lover and best friend in the world,I just absolutely hated hiding things from him.
I made up some lame excuse of why I had to end our nice little forgiving conversation we had going on but it seemed to work,Emet didn't sound suspicious or worried at all,just really relieved.
But I was glad Emet cared so much.It meant that Emet loved me enough to care about what happened to me,and I figured that hopefully since he cared so much for me,maybe he would care just as much for the thing "inside of me."
I finally pressed end to the call and took in a deep breath.I had made through my first conversation with someone other than Arlette and I didn't freak out or sound the slightest different from before.
"Ann your going to have to tell Emet eventually.You and I both know that he knows you too well to not figure it out.Plus you look drained,you need to fix up your look a little to make it less obvious.Annie,sooner or later your flat belly of yours won't be so flat anymore,your going to look like a damn Macy's day balloon in a few weeks."
Arlette's words sent a shiver down my spine.Every last word was drilled in my brain and the words kept repeating in my head like a stupid Miley Cyrus song.But worst of all,I knew she was right.I now had a hour glass on my life.Sooner or later I would look like a Macy's day balloon and I had to tell Emet and fast.
My mom had called twice before I finally answered the call.That call was the one I was most scared of.That call was he one I would completely freak out and just blurt out I was pregnant any second.That call was the one that I had to think about every word I was going to say to her before actually saying it.
The call was very short,only 3 minutes long but in that short amount of time,I was able to sound jittery and stutter as if I was a Popsicle stick,but at that moment in time,that's exactly how I felt.
I texted Emet for awhile until Arlette and I started baking.I figured the more things I would do to keep my mind off the "thing", the better.And if I wasn't literally talking to Emet than I wouldn't feel so worried about telling him the truth,at least not at the moment.
I'm not gonna lie,I'm not in denial but at the same time I can't help but to not know what to do.I was too lost to try to figure it out right now.All I knew was that I couldn't break down until tonight when my mom was already home and bother Arlette and I.But until then I had to lay low because I knew that once I started getting emotional about this situation,there would be no stop to me.With my mother being nosy and all she would seriously question why I would be so emotional and then I knew I would blurt out the words in that very instant when I got annoyed enough with all my mother's questions.
So until tonight I would just keeping singing "Keep On Loving You" and baking countless cookies and brownies with my best friend.
But I had a feeling that this was just the beginning of the end and the end of the beginning.That my sweet dreams would now turn into nightmares,but beautiful nightmares that is.....
Why do we complain about the unfairness of life?
We have been stroked by its handle, not felt its sharp knife.
Our hearts moan because we do not have the latest iPhone.
But have we stopped to see the cries of those without a home?
They come to our doors desperate for help.
But all we do is dismiss them with a rude yelp.
"Be not harsh to the orphan and the needy" says our Lord.
But some of us do not heed this and whip them with a steel rod.
Though the whole world we cannot feed.
We should not refrain from doing a good deed.
And prevent from drowning in a pool of greed
We have been stroked by its handle, not felt its sharp knife.
Our hearts moan because we do not have the latest iPhone.
But have we stopped to see the cries of those without a home?
They come to our doors desperate for help.
But all we do is dismiss them with a rude yelp.
"Be not harsh to the orphan and the needy" says our Lord.
But some of us do not heed this and whip them with a steel rod.
Though the whole world we cannot feed.
We should not refrain from doing a good deed.
And prevent from drowning in a pool of greed
Are the nights getting too long?
Are the lights getting turned off?
Are the curtains being shut?
And are you the one shit out of luck?
Is it you being pushed around?
Is it you begging to be found?
Is it his cologne that waters your eyes?
Or is it the fact that you remember all of the lies?
Was it you tied down onto his bed?
Was it you screaming at the site of his head?
Was it you who was crying all of those nights?
And the was it the fact that no one noticed, that helped you remain alright?
Do you regret ever meeting him,
or was it a lesson well-learned?
Do you regret ever helping him?
For your skin is now burned.
Do you regret ever kissing him?
'Cause it your body penetrated,
and used for abuse.
Yet you've pretended not to care;
You just tie up a noose.
Are the lights getting turned off?
Are the curtains being shut?
And are you the one shit out of luck?
Is it you being pushed around?
Is it you begging to be found?
Is it his cologne that waters your eyes?
Or is it the fact that you remember all of the lies?
Was it you tied down onto his bed?
Was it you screaming at the site of his head?
Was it you who was crying all of those nights?
And the was it the fact that no one noticed, that helped you remain alright?
Do you regret ever meeting him,
or was it a lesson well-learned?
Do you regret ever helping him?
For your skin is now burned.
Do you regret ever kissing him?
'Cause it your body penetrated,
and used for abuse.
Yet you've pretended not to care;
You just tie up a noose.