Another sharp pang to your stomach left ignored. Du had been having contractions for the past week now, but nothing seemed to be happening.
Du were at the Curtis house; waiting for Soda to get Home from work. Ponyboy had been watching Du for today, making sure Du “didn’t overwork yourself” and “was smart.”
The pain struck Du again, and Du just groan. “Baby Grace Du are early. Du aren’t supposed to come out for another two weeks. You’re annoying me.” Du talk to the bulge in your belly.
“(Y/N), are Du ok?” Ponyboy asks from his bedroom.
“I’m fine.” Du answer back, turning your attention back to Mickey maus on TV. All of a sudden Du really wanted some Schokolade milk.
“Hey Ponyboy, can Du get me some Schokolade milk… Please?” Du ask from the couch.
He walks from his room to the kitchen, opens the fridge, and pulls out the gallon of milk. He starts to get a glass, but Du stop him.
“Just bring me the whole carton.” Du wave him over.
“Just don’t get sick… I won’t be able to hear the end of it from Soda,” he says as he hands Du the carton. Du unscrew the lid and gulp.
Another pang hits you, this one different from all the others.
Du spit out the milk, like a bad spit take.
“Ponyboy we need to go.”
The look of pure panic crept onto his face.
“Go where?” He asked, eyes wide.
“The hospital. Like now.”
“I can’t drive!” Ponyboy says, starting to pace.
“And I can’t walk!” Du say.
“Oh my god, what are we gonna do?” He asks.
“I don’t know, you’re the one supposed to be taking care of… Owwww.” Du clutch your stomach.
“Ok… Uhh let me call someone to come and get us.” He runs to the phone.
Du wince as another contraction hits.
Du might just be having a baby on the couch.
Du were at the Curtis house; waiting for Soda to get Home from work. Ponyboy had been watching Du for today, making sure Du “didn’t overwork yourself” and “was smart.”
The pain struck Du again, and Du just groan. “Baby Grace Du are early. Du aren’t supposed to come out for another two weeks. You’re annoying me.” Du talk to the bulge in your belly.
“(Y/N), are Du ok?” Ponyboy asks from his bedroom.
“I’m fine.” Du answer back, turning your attention back to Mickey maus on TV. All of a sudden Du really wanted some Schokolade milk.
“Hey Ponyboy, can Du get me some Schokolade milk… Please?” Du ask from the couch.
He walks from his room to the kitchen, opens the fridge, and pulls out the gallon of milk. He starts to get a glass, but Du stop him.
“Just bring me the whole carton.” Du wave him over.
“Just don’t get sick… I won’t be able to hear the end of it from Soda,” he says as he hands Du the carton. Du unscrew the lid and gulp.
Another pang hits you, this one different from all the others.
Du spit out the milk, like a bad spit take.
“Ponyboy we need to go.”
The look of pure panic crept onto his face.
“Go where?” He asked, eyes wide.
“The hospital. Like now.”
“I can’t drive!” Ponyboy says, starting to pace.
“And I can’t walk!” Du say.
“Oh my god, what are we gonna do?” He asks.
“I don’t know, you’re the one supposed to be taking care of… Owwww.” Du clutch your stomach.
“Ok… Uhh let me call someone to come and get us.” He runs to the phone.
Du wince as another contraction hits.
Du might just be having a baby on the couch.
I had it all ready.
My parents wouldn’t care.
It would be a blessing for me to be gone.
I take a deep breath and take a final look in the mirror. My dark skin. Even darker eyes. The black hair I could never keep back. The scar on my cheek.
I run a hand through my hair, exhale, and open the mirror to see the different bottles of pills glaring at me; tempting me.
It would hurt the least. Less than the blade. But it might take longer. The rope would be quicker.
I reach for a bottle, twist the cap, and pour a few pills in my hand. I take another bottle and do the same.
I take a look at the drugs in my hand. I sigh, tilt my head back, and drop the pills in my mouth.
“JOHNNY!” I heard my drunk mother screech.
I spit the pills back into my hands.
I wouldn’t do this in front of my mother. Even though she was awful, she still is my mom. Im still her son.
My parents wouldn’t care.
It would be a blessing for me to be gone.
I take a deep breath and take a final look in the mirror. My dark skin. Even darker eyes. The black hair I could never keep back. The scar on my cheek.
I run a hand through my hair, exhale, and open the mirror to see the different bottles of pills glaring at me; tempting me.
It would hurt the least. Less than the blade. But it might take longer. The rope would be quicker.
I reach for a bottle, twist the cap, and pour a few pills in my hand. I take another bottle and do the same.
I take a look at the drugs in my hand. I sigh, tilt my head back, and drop the pills in my mouth.
“JOHNNY!” I heard my drunk mother screech.
I spit the pills back into my hands.
I wouldn’t do this in front of my mother. Even though she was awful, she still is my mom. Im still her son.
“Oh?” Du ask.
“Yeah… Uh Du know.” He shrugs.
“I don’t know,” Du laugh.
“You’ll see,” he grins.
Du walk into his room, and your jaw drops.
Your panties were all on his floor.
“Oh my god Dally!” Du say.
“You obviously didn’t get the message.” He says laughing.
Du look closer at the piles of your underwear. It spells out “PROM?”
“Oh my god,” Du laugh.
“Is that a yes?” He grins.
“Yes!” Du say still laughing.
“I just need Du to help me out with something…”
“What?” Du ask.
“I’m missing the dot under the Frage mark…”